That morning, the sky still embraced the earth with a gentle coolness, as if nature itself was preparing to welcome the Holy Month of Ramadan—fasting hadn’t begun yet, but hearts were already aligning. It was supposed to be a school holiday, but the directive from above came firm and immutable, like a smart contract: “Come in.” So I, the Phoenix reborn countless times in the Web3 realm, spread my digital wings toward Garden of Paradise—our name for the educational complex we nurture as a decentralized learning sanctuary.

 The weather was perfect: comfortable, with the sun shy behind thin clouds, unwilling to blind us. I rode my faithful motorbike, its engine still strong, letting the morning breeze greet my face. Tucked in my chest was the NFT of the heart I minted on OpenSea the night before: “The Educator’s Prayer #001”—a digital artwork from my own handwritten words, adorned with phoenix flames and symbols of eternal truth.

 Upon arriving at Garden of Paradise, the discipline assembly had already begun on the modest field. I stood in the center, holding the familiar prayer paper. My voice flowed calm yet resolute:

 “O Lord, make the truth clear as truth, and ease my path to follow it. Make falsehood evident as falsehood, and grant me strength to turn away from it.”

 This prayer wasn’t just words. For an educatorNFT like me, it serves as an oracle of truth in a Web3 ecosystem full of temptations—rug-pulls, honeypots, empty hype. Every day I witness projects promising “moonshots” that leave only empty wallets behind. This prayer reminds me: separate the sustainable from the pump-and-dump. Distinguish teachers who truly build souls for the next generation from those merely selling dreams. And Lord, give me the strength to stay firm on the straight path.

 The prayer ended, and we shook hands one by one—teachers, staff, supervisors. “Forgive me if I ever spoke wrongly.” “Forgive me if I was ever less than perfect.” Genuine smiles shone. In Web3, communities often forget that behind every wallet address is a human capable of mistakes. That morning we reminded each other: forgiveness is the greatest airdrop—free, unlimited, and instantly inscribed in the soul wallet.

 Assembly over, the main task awaited: continuing to craft exam questions for the nation’s children that were still unfinished. I sat at a simple wooden desk, laptop open, Notion and Google Docs lined up like a multi-chain dashboard. Every question I wrote wasn’t just History or Moral Education items. I imagined them as Soulbound Tokens—non-transferable, only inheritable. Those questions would later become the foundation for children entering the Web3 world with solid character: understanding blockchain not as a get-rich-quick tool, but as an instrument for building trust without intermediaries. Realizing that digital literacy is part of worship in this era.

 When all questions were safely stored in the cloud—ready to be minted as limited-edition PDF NFTs for fellow educators—I felt as though I had just deployed a flawless smart contract. As the sun began tilting westward, bringing the soft warmth of late afternoon, I rose from the desk. A now-replenished soul was ready to fly home, leaving traces of meaning at Taman Syurga for tomorrow.

 Afternoon arrived. I returned to our small nest. As soon as the home came into view, a gentle X notification chimed in my pocket, like a call from another world: “Space has started by Mrpunk | @duniaweb3 — topic: ‘Chatting about monetization on X, how to get Blue Check (X Premium) for free, and general tips for engagement/content creation on the platform.’” My heart stirred. I joined immediately, his warm voice flowing into my ears.

 But only a few minutes in, my wife approached quietly, showing me a message from Mom: asking to buy chili sauce. Without hesitation, I muted the mic and ended my participation. There are higher priorities: family.

 The four of us—me, my wife, and our two little ones—rode the motorbike to Mom’s house, about 25 minutes away. The evening breeze greeted us gently, my children laughed joyfully, my wife held my waist tightly.

 Upon arrival, Mom welcomed us with a wide smile, hugging her grandchildren. No long stories needed. She knows her son is building something bigger than just income: a legacy of knowledge that can be passed across generations, like a non-burnable legacy NFT.

 Back home, the sun was nearly set. I lay down, body tired, but soul at peace. Today taught me again: being a phoenix isn’t always about soaring high in the metaverse. Sometimes the phoenix must land—to buy chili sauce, visit Mom, and give thanks for still being given the chance to distinguish right from wrong.

 In the OpenSea of life, today I successfully minted a new collection in the chamber of the heart.

 And tomorrow, InshaAllah, the Phoenix’s journey continues. 

Because in Web3 or the real world, the greatest wealth is returning to the nest with a heart that still burns bright.

 Thank you, God, for showing me what is true as true. 

And for giving me the strength to always choose it.

 One day, one photo, one mint closer to freedom: 273 Million mortgage + 10% charity.

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