SFS Contest Picture of the Day Week 46

One bright afternoon, friends Rian and Aldi planned to go on a short motorcycle ride to Daḡ village, few miles away. The air was crisp, blue hued, soft clouds filtering in and out lazily. The road was shaded by pretty green trees where the eyes of anyone who passed upon them might repose.

On the left of the motorcycle was Rian, wearing a black jacket and dark helmet; on the right was Aldi, a small backpack with a few light supplies and water cinched to his back. They went very slow, savored every bit of the adventure and communicated by making signs in their hands and they sometimes laughed.

They had planned only on visiting a former teacher when she moved to Dayah. Along the way, they passed some stilt houses, little coffee and fried snack stands, and some children who waved from the side of the road. There were no other noises on the road, except for oncoming cars.

It took around one hour from driving when they started seeing a sign on the right side of the road that said, “Dayah - An Islamic Boarding School‎.” Aldi gestured to the sign, and with a nod, Rian indicated that they were close. The two stopped, ready to make their way back to the teacher's house.

It wasn't just the distance, of course, but the journey of the heart - nostalgia, rekindling of memories, understanding of what they owed to whom. On that day, along a quiet road lined with old majestic trees, two friends would rediscover the true meaning of friendship and respect.

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