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naghimo kog poem para mapost diri..
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guwapo pa naman toh na poem..
nah@! wala na akong momentum...
hmpphh..so much for posting a poem for the first time...
(my assignment for my RIZAL...)
A History of a Mother
The story of Sisa touched me ever since the first time I have read the Noli Me Tangere. In the novel, Sisa was a mother of two sextons, Basilio and Crispin. Crispin, the younger child, was accused of stealing. He was then punished by the head sexton and by the kura. Luckily, Basilio had the chance to escape and went home to his mother. He then asked his mother to fetch his brother at the kumbento. When Sisa asked for her missing child, she was shooed away. She went home and was caught by two guardia civil. She was sent to the kuwartel but was soon released home. There, she looked for her son Basilio, but found a piece of cloth with a blood stain on it. It was her son’s. She went to Pilosopo Tasyo, but found his house empty. She looked for her sons. She called for them. She was found astray in the streets. She became crazy.
Sisa became crazy not because of the pitiful events that happened to her sons. The oppression of society killed her soft heart. The gap between the rich and the poor can be comparable with Sisa’s story. Sisa was a representation of every Filipino during the decadent time. But most importantly, Sisa represents a mother, crying out loud for the justice of her two sons, who were forever lost in the bosom of their mother’s love.
I have chosen this part of the Noli because I believe that it is highly significant of today’s issues. Last night I was watching the news and was touched by an interview with the mother’s of two students who were killed because of fraternity hazings in one of the leading universities in the country. The mothers of Criz Mendez and another were crying for justice for their two sons. Their stories touched me and inspired me to tackle this on my essay. I remembered Sisa.
Parents would never want anything bad to happen to their children. They send them to the best schools and trust that after four years or so, they will see them marching up getting their diplomas. And with the news of their sons dying with a non-sense form of death, I think it’s time to make a stand. Underground fraternities must be given thorough investigation of colleges and universities. We cannot afford to loose lives of children. We cannot afford to loose sons. Mothers and fathers, together, must fervently hope that their children are in good hands. Children must always do and be obedient to their parents. Lastly, I hope I will not see another Sisa, crying out for her sons.
