Monomad Challenge- Traces of Mud in the Land of Jamat
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I'm back with a black and white photo of me that you might like and this is my entry
My journey took me deep into Central Aceh, precisely to Jamat Subdistrict a village isolated when floods and landslides struck.This was no ordinary trip.The road I traveled was no longer whole; the asphalt was split,cracked,and collapsed.In several places,entire sections of the road had vanished,swept away by landslides.At times,I had to stop,get down,and search for whatever alternative path remained.
When I arrived at the village,the silence felt different. It was a silence that carried wounds.
Houses stood with mud-stained walls,some reduced to nothing but frames.Large logs were scattered everywhere,dragged by the force of the floodwaters.The elementary school was barely visible,buried under thick layers of mud clinging halfway up its walls.Windows were shattered, and the yard had turned into cracked earth silent witnesses to what had happened.
The villagers told me the water came without warning.Heavy rain poured down on the hills, and then the land gave way,carrying everything with it. Houses were swept aside,furniture washed away,and access in and out of the village was cut off.Jamat became isolated.Aid struggled to enter because bridges were damaged and roads were torn apart.
We saw a temporary bridge just wooden planks arranged over floating drums.Motorcycles crossed it slowly,riders holding their breath above the still raging river below.It was the only path left connecting life to the outside world.
Amid the debris and mud,three children walked along what used to be a road.They looked around with eyes that did not yet fully understand the meaning of loss.Their school was damaged,their homes affected,yet their steps remained light. And there,in the middle of devastation,hope was still alive.
