Tuhan maafkan diri ini,
Yang tak pernah bisa menjauh dari angan tentangnya.
Namun apalah daya ini,
Bila ternyata sesungguhnya aku terlalu cinta dia...
Class of 2013
In the name of God, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Days fly by,
Boys matures to men,
Education morphs to knowledge,
This week we celebrated two men walking the walk,
Shaking the hands of their educators,
Receiving an honor of knowledge.
Proud smiles of their parents in the audience,
Late nights and early mornings prayers answered,
That brings joy and warmth to their parents heart.
That brings joy and warmth to their parents heart.
Congratulations to both my little brothers :) May Allah continue to bless you with all the knowledge in this World and in the HereAfter, as well as happiness.
A little note from the older sister ---
I was sitting in the audience, tears came to my eyes... And little did I realize that this day has come. I have watched and have grown with both of this boys. Both have gone through a lot and trust me, have matured a lot. Alhamdulilah. The smiles and laughter that filled both days was something I am never ever going to forget. The happiness in them, in my parents, in the crowd, and in me made me tear up. Yes, silly, I know... but what can I do? It's an older sister thing... Though at times, my love is a little tough, I guess it's part of being not only the eldest, but the older sister.
I pray that both of them will continue to always remember Allah, who without His help, this day would have never come, and Ibu and Ayah, who without their prayers and love, this day would not have been filled with happiness.
I love you both forever and ever. Now go and rock the world like you know how to!
A gift of the mind
In the name of God, most Forgiving, most Merciful.
My friend posted this on her Facebook note and when I read it, I got this weird feeling inside my stomach filled butterflies. Just read it...
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An old Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Qur'an. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.
One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa, I try to read the Qur'an just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book.What good does reading the Qur'an do?" The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water." The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house.
The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.
The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.
At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.
Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!"
"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket." The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.
"Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out.
My friend posted this on her Facebook note and when I read it, I got this weird feeling inside my stomach filled butterflies. Just read it...
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An old Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Qur'an. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.
One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa, I try to read the Qur'an just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book.What good does reading the Qur'an do?" The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water." The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house.
The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.
The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.
At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.
Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!"
"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket." The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.
"Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out.
What is a Poet?
"A poet is somebody who feels, and who expresses his feelings through words. This may sound easy. It isn't. A lot of people think or believe or know they feel -- but that's thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. And poetry is feeling -- not knowing or believing or thinking. Almost anybody can learn to think or believe or know, but not a single human being can be taught to feel. Why? Because whenever you think or believe you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.
To be nobody-but-yourself -- in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else -- means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. As for expressing nobody-but-yourself in words, that means working just a little harder than anybody who isn't a poet can possibly imagine. Why? Because nothing is quite as easy as using words like somebody else. We all of us do exactly this nearly all of the time -- and whenever we do it, we're not poets.
If at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you've written one line of one poem, you'll be very lucky indeed. And so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world -- unless you're not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die. Does this sound dismal? It isn't. It's the most wonderful life on earth. Or so I feel."
--Edward Estlin Cummings (1894-1962)
If at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you've written one line of one poem, you'll be very lucky indeed. And so my advice to all young people who wish to become poets is: do something easy, like learning how to blow up the world -- unless you're not only willing, but glad, to feel and work and fight till you die. Does this sound dismal? It isn't. It's the most wonderful life on earth. Or so I feel."
--Edward Estlin Cummings (1894-1962)
Never Forget
Bismillah-Ir-Rahman-Ir-Rahim.
Life is full of obstacles. Some ends in happiness full of laughters, others will end in river flow of sadness and tears.
But whatever it is, we have to never forget God. For God is the reason why we feel the happiness and sadness. No matter the obstacles that life brings at you, remember that God has promised us that ease will come for as long as you remember Him.
Ma'Salaama.
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"If God helps you, then there is none who can overcome you. If He forsakes you, then who else is there other than Him who can help you? Therefore, in God let the believers put their trust."
(The Noble Quran, 3:160)
18years & counting
In the name of God, most Merciful, most Beneficent.
This blog post is especially dedicated to my parents, Ibu and Ayah.
Ibu and Ayah sudah banyak berkorban untuk ku. I do not think that I could ever, ever repay and thank them. My love and my respect for them is who I am. They taught me so much about life, love, and most importantly, God. Who they are reflects their love for each other and for God. I pray each and every night that one day I too will be able to love someone so much and strengthen my love for God.
Why do I chose to write about this today? Lately, dugaan-dugaan Allah has been even more apparent in my life. I am a college student, living with my parents. Yes, I LOVE it. The support, the love, the screaming, the reminders... these are the things that motivates me to be and do better. Just before my meeting today, my parents told me to make sure that I do not come home so late at night. While I do realize their concerns for me, as long as I am praying, I think that they should not worry about anything. I have pretty much found myself -- don't drink, pray, humble, respectful, selfless. I may be gullible, but I am not stupid. I am a strong person. Insha'allah I will continue to be the person I am describing and if I am not, I pray that I will be.
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Dearest Ibu. Dearest Ayah.
I have walked. I have said my first word. I have rode my first two-wheeled bike. I have gone to school by myself. I have reached puberty. I have graduated from high school. I have finished my one year of college. Alhamdulilah.
Soon, I will be driving. I will be traveling. I will find a job. I will find a guy and fall in love. I will graduate from college. I will be living on my own. Insha'allah.
So don't be scared. For I know who I am. I know who I seek for help and refuge from. I know who I pray to. Let me drive, let me travel, let me work, let me fall in love, let me graduate, let me live on my own. Because without you both and your support, I can not do all this.
I will forever love you both. I will forever pray for Allah to have mercy on you both. And to bless you with all the happiness in this world and in the HereAfter.
Amin.
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