The afternoon was clear. The children in Tampeuyan Village were playing outside. For the past few days, they had been cooped up inside because the rain had kept pouring. A clear
afternoon like this was too good an opportunity to miss. Kosim ran as fast as he could, pursuing his friends. He only needed to touch one of them. Playing ‘It’ in the afternoon was a
habit of those children. Every once in a while, their scream and laughter would pierce the air. They were genuinely scared of being caught and genuinely happy to elude the catcher. Kosim
kept trying to catch one of his friends. Once he caught him or her, they would be ‘it’ who chased around the other children. Kosim and his friends would not stop playing until adzan Magrib called
them to pray in the mosque, or until their parents called them home.