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Desert Flower

Senin kemarin aku diajak temenku ke Aksara Book Store - disuruh jadi nyamuk :( Ngubek-ubek bentar, lalu nemu buku ini. Judul bukunya menarik, Desert Flower, dan setelah dibaca, sumpah, isinya menarik banget.

Buku ini bercerita tentang kehidupan seorang model asal Somalia bernama Waris Dirie - the name that means "Desert Flower". Waris was born as a girl in tribal nomad desert in Somalia. Yang terbayang kalau ngomongin Somalia adalah kekeringan dan kelaparan. Gambaran yang enggak jauh berbeda diberikan oleh Waris. Sebagai suku nomaden, mereka selalu berpindah dari satu tempat ke tempat lain untuk mencari air. Air adalah sebuah anugrah dan festival dalam kehidupan mereka. Perayaan yang paling menyenangkan bagi mereka adalah ketika turun hujan, dan mereka bisa bermain air sepuasnya.

Dari terlahir sebagai seorang gadis gurun di Somalia, sekarang Waris adalah seorang model terkenal. Ketika umur 13 tahun, ayahnya bermaksud menikahkan nya dengan seorang pria tua berumur 60 tahun, dengan mas kawin 5 ekor unta !!! Hal itu membuat dia berontak, dan melarikan diri dari rumah.

Perjuangan seseorang untuk mencapai kehidupan yang lebih baik memang selalu menarik untuk dibaca. Apalagi kalau itu kisah seorang cewek *apa coba, gender banget ... hehehe ...* Tapi emang, sejak waktu kecil mama ngasih aku serial Little House yang bercerita tentang Laura Ingalsh, aku selalu suka cerita2 tentang perjuangan hidup seseorang. Menyenangkan, kayak berpetualang jadi si tokoh :) ...

Itu juga yang bikin aku betah baca biografi ini ... Sayangnya lagi bokek, dan ketika temenku ngajakin pulang, aku baru baca separuhnya, hiks hiks.

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