Hasoma was my name. It is though, still my name. I lost that name for a little while a while ago, though.
I want to tell you my story. Story of being human. But I do not quite sure where did it start. Did it start since day one? Did it start when I first started to walk and talk which I have no idea when? Did it start when I first knew how to read and write? Did it start when I read about human rights? Or did it start when I started to question, “what does it mean to be human?”?
Whenever my story started, it must be started by two human beings whom I call Bapa for Dad and Mama for Mom. I never call them Father and Mother or Dad and Mom so I will always use Bapa and Mama in writing my story, as it sticks in the heart. Whatever kind of human they are, I am forever grateful that by cosmic decision – – – – – – they are – – – – – – my Parents.
I will be starting to write about Bapa first at the next post. Tata for now!