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As my days at SMA IT Raudhatul Ulum come to an end, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude, love, and—above all—deep sadness. Resigning from a place that has given me so much is not easy. But what makes it even harder is saying goodbye to a group of students who have left a permanent mark on my heart: XB AIS Class . This class wasn’t just a teaching assignment. It became a safe space, a little home inside the school walls. I still remember my first day with them. I didn’t know yet how close we would become, how they would end up becoming the most beautiful part of my journey in this school. These students—my students—taught me that love can be expressed in countless ways, even in a teacher-student relationship. Though I am older, and though I am supposed to be the one nurturing them, they were the ones who showed me love every day . Some of them encouraged me with kind words, always knowing the right thing to say when I looked tired or overwhelmed. Some gave me gifts—small, thou...

Dear Ayah, There’s something important I want to tell you. A man has proposed to me. He has come into my life with intention and clarity. After many moments of reflection and prayer, I believe this could be the beginning of the next chapter Allah has written for me — a journey I hope will lead me to a meaningful, God-centered marriage. Ayah, it’s been sixteen years since we’ve lived under the same roof. Sixteen years since things changed between you and Ibu, and since you became more of a distant presence than a daily part of my life. I was just a child when it happened — still trying to understand what "separation" really meant. And since then, I've grown up carrying questions, learning how to be okay with the silence, and choosing to move forward with whatever strength I could find. I became the eldest daughter of a family led by a single mother. From a young age, I’ve had to be strong — not because I always wanted to be, but because I had no choice. I’ve tried to b...

Every great story begins with something small—an encounter, a message, or even a shared screen. Ours began quietly too, not with fireworks, but with formulas and Zoom meetings. It was 2021, and I was enrolled in a Differential Equations class at Universitas Sriwijaya. Everything was held online due to the pandemic, and that’s when I first saw his name pop up—Khairu Agus Wijaya, a calm and focused student from Merauke, Papua, who was joining through the Merdeka Student Exchange Program (PMM). We weren’t the only ones with cameras on, and there were no breakout rooms, but there were small-group discussions that consisted of four people. But somehow, amidst the grid of faces and silence between lectures, we began to notice each other. Our first interaction wasn’t even in Indonesian—it was in Mandarin, a language we both happened to be learning. That small spark led us to chat more through the class WhatsApp group. We began exchanging ideas about assignments, encouraging each other before...