My journey began with a long, countryside drive from Medan to Takengon through lush landscapes, passing by endless rows of palm trees, shops and food kiosks open all night. The road is graced with vibrant mosques, each a sanctuary of faith, adorned with unique architecture and stories of devotion. Despite the exhaustion, my heart lifted as I arrived at the GiveLight home, greeted by the excitement and radiant smiles of the children.
From the moment I stepped in, I felt an unspoken bond with them, rekindled after my first visit in January 2017. Their eyes held stories—of loss, resilience, and above all, hope. Friday prayers at the grand mosque were particularly special, as the children eagerly joined, their excitement palpable. I was touched by their eagerness to stand next to me shoulder to shoulder in prayer. Their reverence and joy in worship reminded me of the power of faith and community.
The next few days were filled with laughter, fun and heartfelt moments. We hiked up the mountain, where the breathtaking view of the GL home and lake below felt like a glimpse of heaven. The children, with their boundless energy, led the way, giggling and calling out to one another. At the peak, we shared a simple yet delicious meal of sweet steamed rice and boiled eggs wrapped in banana leaves—each bite infused with the spice of love and tradition.
Sunday evening was a farewell celebration that will forever remain in my heart. The children, dressed in traditional attire, performed dances, sang nasheeds in multiple languages, and showcased their talents with so much pride and enthusiasm. Their dedication was evident in every detail—the young Imam and the MCs leading the program, seamlessly switching between Bahasa, English, and Arabic, and the contagious joy that filled the air. What moved me most was seeing children who had been in the home since my last visit in 2017, now grown, returning with their own families to celebrate and share memories. It was a testament to the lifelong bonds formed in this home.
The farewell was emotional. As we gathered for the final dinner, the children prepared a special Sate BBQ in my honor. Their small hands worked diligently, their faces glowing with excitement. As I prepared to leave, they showered me with gifts—heartwarming handwritten letters expressing their joy and gratitude for the time we spent together, beautifully wrapped packages of the finest local coffee, and a stunning traditional Indonesian attire. Their kindness was humbling, their love boundless.