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    <title>A Glimpse of Mighty and Young Maguindanaoan Dream</title>
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      <title>My Scholarship entry - A local encounter that changed my life</title>
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I relished the view of Mt. Apo, as I dream of conquering the country's  highest peak, standing mightily in the midst of the clear sky on my way to the grassy field of the University in Kabacan, Philippines. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot summer days push people to look for cool tree shades or be refreshed by a buco (coconut) juice or fruit-flavored ice candies. Stands of iced fruit mix called “halo-halo”, pops along University Avenue. The small establishment-lined avenue captures the sub-urban life of the small town where Muslim and Christian communities co-exist. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the field, I was enticed by the sunset perfect for a football game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trudged behind as new friends changed into batik soft pants and fixed their lace-lined tumbongs, covering their head, to be geared for some brutal kicks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-game, I noticed two boys, Maguindanaos—a Muslim tribe, discreetly laughing at our vain attempts at the goal. We invited them to join and in a matter of minutes, were breathing hard just to keep up with one boy’s agility and vigor. I dared to ask him if he wanted to be part of Azkals someday, to which he answered a surprised smile and valiant nod. Azkals is the newly popularized Philippine football team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day’s stop is in one of the town’s remote, water-scarce village to distribute ice cream-filled cones to the local children. The bumpy and dusty drive revealed an abandoned clinic, series of rice fields, nipa huts and a wall-less school— Madrasa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred ice cream scoops later, I retired by the river bank, adoring the site of elated kids enjoying the swim. My encounter with the agile boy in the field, who could be a future Azkals player to bring the country to the World Cup, and the scene of high-spirited kids made me realize that Apo-sized dreams are bred in this simple town. I began to hope they’d dare to face the obstacle-packed journey to the fulfilment of their visions. This also motivated me to face the needed training for the 3-day climb to Mt. Apo’s summit.&lt;br /&gt;
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      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 12:08:00 GMT</pubDate>
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