Thursday, 19 April 2012

Pray



                                                          




 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Allah....

I Pray that whoever reads this message,shall have your comfort,joy,peace,and guidence.

I dont know their troubles,but You do..

Please,keep protecting us...

SIKAP HIDUP




Katanya......(Ustd.Danu,Penasehat Bengkel hati), Emosi mengakibatkan penyakit dalam tubuh seseorang.
Informasi dari sumber lain yang saya dapatkan,mengatakan :

-Jika sering marah dan menyimpan dendam, akan mengidap penyakit Hepatitis
-Apatis/tidak peduli pada lingkungan, berakibat Vitalitas melemah
-Tidak sabar/tidak pandai bersyukur,berakibat Diabetes
-Selalu merasa kesepian,bisa jadi  "Dimensia Senelis" (memory dan kontrol fungsi tubuh berkurang)
-Sering Sedih,berakibat Leukemia...............Wallahu a'lam !

Yang jelas,orang yg sll berkhusnuzon/berfikir positif,dan ikhlas,berarti jiwa dan badannya sehat. Kita bisa membuktikan sendiri dengan mempelajari cara fikir dan sikap orang2  usia lanjut berfisik kuat. Semangat tetap muda.Mereka ada disekeliling kita.

Yang terdekat dengan saya adalah Bapak.Beliau masih kuat berjalan kaki cukup jauh,di usianya yang ke 84 tahun. Selain mengajar Agama,hari-hari ia lewati  dengan  membaca buku sejarah dan menghafal Al-quran.
Jika sedang kumpul,anak +cucu sering di test pengetahuannya tentang peta indonesia/dunia,lambang negara ,bendera tiap negara,urutan sifat Allah,urutan surat2 Quran ,tapi  cuma sedikit yg terjawab.
O ya, Bpk juga faham wilayah jakarta dan batas2 keluarahan, krn sejak th 58 sudah keliling mengajar ,jadi klw saya bingung cari alamat,tinggal telepon saja !!

Terkadang saya dibuat kaget,pagi2 sudah muncul di muka rumah.Kekhawatiran saya tidak dihiraukan,perjalanan dg berganti-ganti kendaraan umum dari Jakarta ke Bogor malah dinikmatinya. Pantang naik ojek kalau jarak cuma 1 atau 2 km.
Pernah saya mengeluh,kenapa Bapak tidak pernah mau di jemput.Tapi bapak malah santai menanggapi.
"Kamu nggak tau,dijalan itu banyak ilmu ! Melihat orang susah,orang gila,pekerja keras,semua jadi peringatan  utk selalu bersyukur.

Bapak tak pernah berpantang dan tidak pernah mengidam-idamkan makanan,apalagi sampai mencarinya jauh2. Apa yang disediakan,itu yang dimakan ! Makanan rumah,makanan pesta atau restaurant,baginya cuma 1 rasa..".rasa syukur"
Dikamusnya cuma ada 2 kata : "Enak"  dan "Enak sekali "


Bila ditanya tentang kesehatannya,selalu dijawabnya dengan riang bahwa ia sehat (mungkin itu termasuk berprasangka baik pada badan sendiri).Alhamdulillah...dokter juga pernah  memuji hasil chck-up kesehatannya.



Walaupun saya belum mampu menangkap ilmu Bapak dalam menjalani hidup,tapi saya dapat membuktikan bahwa :  "Sikap kehidupan kepada kita,tergantung sikap kita dalam menghadapi kehidupan"








16......40.....60..


Usia 16, selalu berusaha untuk tampil  sempurna !
Usia 40, Masa Bodo !!!  terserah apa kata orang ! 
Usia 60, Baru sadarr....ternyata selama ini tak ada yang memperhatikan !

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Scary Muslim ???


Scary Muslims? What the?

It’s a funny part of life that you never really know the place you come from until you leave it. Before I left my suburb to go around Australia I thought pretty much everyone was white and catholic. It was only after leaving Australia I realized that I grew up on an isolated island at the bottom of Asia, and the world, which had for reasons of colonization, space, greed and power, tried to shape itself on a small island at the top of the world. And how my world view had been shaped, not by our Asian neighbours, but by Australia’s political alliances; we were the “West” and we had friends in high places in America and England – even if we were shining their shoes, or kissing their asses, we were still friends, right?
With this kind of upbringing, no matter how great my education or my understanding of how the media is used as a progopanda tool rather than a propagator of truth, I still remember when I was in my early 20s on my first overseas trip with my girlfriends to Bali, when we were parting ways and I was going back to Australia and they were continuing their travels to god help me, Jakarta, I remember having this image of a city full of people in head scarves carrying knives, you know, full of Muslims, those really, really scary people who want to take over the world. When I think of it, I don’t know where I got those ideas from because we never learned about Islam at school, we were too busy learning about the great Australian explorers and the gold rush. We never sat around our dinner table discussing religion and politics. I had no religious belief at all except the belief that going to church was really boring. I had never met a Muslim person that I knew of, but somehow I had imbibed the fear of Islam.
It is only through chance and good fortune in my life that I was able to question these unconscious feelings through my love of travelling to new places. When I went to India for the first time, I was afraid, and people in Australia were afraid for me; “watch out for those Indians, they will rob you, it is a dirty place, the people aren’t good, there are lots of Muslims there”; all viewpoints they had learned through their lense of nationality – where Australia was good, the West was good, and all the other countries in the world were dangerous. Coming from a country like Australia in which national identity had been shaped on the fear of Asians taking over, to decide to travel to these places was a great risk to my personal safety. Apparently.
But to my utter surprise, when the fear of being in an unknown country wore off, I found myself in a place that was a like a dream; where the hospitality moved me to tears, where I felt free and alive and my eyes were opened to the beauty of difference, where those who had the least offered the best hospitality, where Muslims lived, shopped, raised their families, went to school, went on holiday, invited me into their homes – my god, they were just like normal people. I couldn’t see any knives or guns anywhere in their houses.
It was after this experience, that my blinkers came off – people were just people everywhere. People had beliefs, people had wants and needs and dreams, people were trying to survive. So when I went back to Australia and watched the news through my new eyes and saw politicians and the media trying to shape a national identity on what we are not, “hey look at those refugees trying to sneak into our free country, they don’t love their children as much as we do”, “hey look at those crazy Muslim people, blowing each other up, trying to take our freedom”, “Hey look at those dark skinned people in some undisclosed nation killing each other, aren’t you glad we have democracy?”, I realized how insecure people and the politicians who “lead” them, attempt to define the world according to what they need in order to maintain power and to keep their friends. They can define what is good and what is evil, what is black and what is white, and once their definitions have taken hold, they can do what they want.
When I told people in Australia that I was coming to live in Jakarta, they were really scared for me. Someone even told me to pack a gun to protect myself from the Muslim terrorists. People now are more afraid than ever of the Muslim other – the news is filled with stories of suicide bombers, muslims in some country or another killing each other (the West coming in to intervene).
Luckily for me, I didn’t take heed of their warnings.
Now as I work in a place where 99% of the staff are Muslims, it makes me laugh so much to think of the stereotypes of Muslim people. I mean, of course it would be funnier if the stereotypes didn’t lead to so much violence. But the idea that Muslim people are scary is just so totally absurd. All I hear all day is the sound of laughter.
When I think of my 22 year old self in Bali, scared for my friend going to Jakarta, I feel a bit sad for her, but lucky that she had the opportunity to shake off that fear. Now I live in Jakarta. I am surrounded by Muslims. I work with Muslims. I eat with Muslims. I am friends with Muslims. I even love a Muslim. God help me. What will my government think of me? Have I abdicated to the other side? Will they take away my citizenship? The lessons of my life and my travels have become so clear to me after spending a year in Jakarta; people are just people. The women talk about men and sex and fashion and football, the men talk about women, money, food and traffic. And vice versa. Ah it’s just the same. Here of course their eyes are focused on Indonesia; most people in the country can’t afford to travel and see different places; leaving Indonesia, let alone Jakarta is something of a pipe dream.
Anyway, my point is the great joy of being able to refocus your eyes to believe what you see before you, rather than what you have been taught. In Australia, I don’t have any religious friends and if someone brought their born again Christian boyfriend to the party, we would probably steer clear of him and wonder if our friend was in trouble. Here, every friend I have either goes to church or fasts during Ramadhan. None of them are terrorists. All of them love their country. None of them want to blow me up. All of them have welcomed me with open arms into their country. I wasn’t afraid of Islam when I came; I just had that guilty feeling like I had when I was working with Aboriginal people; for a people who had everything taken away from them by the colonialists – my ancestors – and I was scared of being disliked because of it. But Indonesians have better things to worry about. Are their families safe? What should they eat? How will they get from South Jakarta to North Jakarta in traffic?Ah I have so much to learn. And what a great place for an education.
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Monday, 2 April 2012

GADISKU.........

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Sudah hampir sepuluh tahun setiap pagi melepas keberangkatannya ke sekolah,

tapi  kali ini ada 1 kebahagiaan tersendiri melebihi hari-hari sebelumnya.

Ada rasa haru dan bahagia menatap anak gadisku .

Ia sudah memutuskan sendiri utk mengenakan jilbab.

Semoga selalu istiqomah ...

dan selalu dalam petunjuk Allah SWT.

U S I A





                       


Makin tambah usia,koq makin takut ya, diingatkan  jumlah usianya?
Ibarat waktu Dzuhur mau ke Asar.
Bagi org yg berpuasa,saat Asar adalah saat sibuk tapi senang,karna waktu berbuka akan tiba.

Bagaimana    dengan  hidup?
Semoga saya termasuk orang yang berpuasa.
Mampu menahan godaan dunia dalam mengarungi hidup.

Bertumpuk rasa kekurangan diri.
Belum banyak berbuat untuk kedua orang tua , belum cukup memberi bekal hidup untuk anak, bakti kepada suamipun   masih kurang.

Hari ini banyak hadiah doa .
Terimakasih unutk semua....Doa yang   memberi  harapan  untuk  meraih semua,
Memang tak akan sempurna, karna ada yang   Maha Sempurna, biar Dia yang menggenapkan,

  ...Ya Robb...
Semoga cahaya doa itu menerpa mereka juga .
Syukur  tak  terhitung untuk Mu,
Telah Kau hadirkan mereka didalam perjalanan hidupku..










My best friend is Muslim

My Best Friend Is Muslim

 www.mybestfriendismuslim.com

More than 3 million Muslims live in the United States today.
The American Muslim community is diverse in every conceivable way.
American Muslims are doctors and teachers; artists and engineers. Siblings and grandparents; neighbors and best friends.
Do you have a friend who is Muslim? Help set the record straight about Muslims in America. Share your story or photo via the "Submit" link above.


Sara and Lorraine

Jamu: Why Isn't Indonesia's Ancient System of Herbal Healing Better Known?


 
An herbal seller gives a jamu drink to a customer in Jakarta on Jan. 15, 2010. Many Indonesians believe in its effectiveness as health tonic, while men take it to increase stamina and sexual power
Romeo Gacad / AFP / Getty Images
In 1990, Irish journalist Susan Jane-Beers noticed an herbal-medicine clinic in the corner of a hair salon in the Indonesian capital of Jakarta, her adopted home. A victim of age-related chronic knee pain that conventional pharmaceuticals couldn't numb, let alone heal, Jane-Beers decided to try jamu — traditional Indonesian medicine.
The results astounded her. After three days of taking only one-third of the prescribed dose of herbal pills, the pain had vanished, making her wonder if she'd found "the magic bullet of all time."

Jane-Beers spent the next decade researching the origins, myths, tightly guarded recipes and commercial applications of herbal medicine in Java, where plants have been used for medicinal purposes since prehistory. Her 2001 opus Jamu: The Ancient Art of Herbal Healing remains the only definitive English guide on the subject. It's also the most widely read outside Indonesia since Herbarium Amboinense, a catalog of plants completed by German botanist Georg Rumphius in 1690 — more than three centuries earlier.


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A holistic therapy based on the notion that if disease comes from nature, then so must the cure, jamu uses a dazzling array of teas, tonics, pills, creams and powders to cure — or prevent — every ailment imaginable. The ingredients are by definition cheap, widely available and simple: nutmeg to treat insomnia, guava for diarrhea, lime to promote weight loss and basil to counter body odor.

Jamu has also been used to treat cancer. In her book, Jane-Beers writes of a traditional healer in the city of Jogjakarta who apparently cured what had been diagnosed as a terminal case of cervical cancer with a tea made of betel nut, Madagascar Periwinkle and mysterious benala leaves. By combining the tea with a strict soybean diet, the patient was said to have made a full recovery in 18 months.

Sound far-fetched? A 2011 study by Virginia Tech's Department of Food Science and Technology on the soursop tree — whose leaves are used to relieve gout and arthritis in Indonesia — found evidence showing that extracts from soursop fruit inhibit the growth of human breast cancer. Vincristine, one of 70 useful alkaloids identified in Madagascar Periwinkle, radically ups the survival rate of children with leukemia, while turmeric is being looked at as a treatment for Alzheimer's.


Pencuri Coklat




Foto:eParis Extra

                                                           


Jade,Seorang bocah 6 th keturunanYahudi tinggal  di kota kecil USA.Seringkali disuruh ibunya berbelanja di toko kecil tak jauh dari rumah mereka.Setiap kali berbelanja selalu saja dia mencuri sebatang coklat,hingga satu hari dia lupa akan kebiasaannya.Namun belum sempat kakinya melangkah keluar,tiba2 saja sang pemilik toko memberinya sebatang coklat.Malu bercampur takut terbias dari wajah sang bocah.
Ibrahim (Pemilik toko) hanya tersenyum, "Terimalah ! aku memaafkanmu,Berjanjilah ! besok2 kau tak akan mengulanginya. Ada 1 toples coklat disana,itu milikmu,kau boleh ambil satu persatu setiap kali kau datang !".

Penuh suka cita sang bocah kembali kerumah.Peristiwa  itu disimpannya rapih dlm benaknya dan tak seorangpun yg tau. Tanpa disadarinya tumbuh rasa sayang dan kagum pada Ibrahim.Bertahun-tahun Hubungan mereka makin dekat.Terlebih lagi Ibrahim sll mampu memecahkan masalah yg Jade keluhkan.1 hal yg membuat Jade heran,Ibrahim selalu mengambil buku yg sama sblm memberikan nasehat.

Kepindahan Jade keluar kota bersama orang tuanya, membuat Jade merasa kehilangan. Tak ada lg tempat ia bercerita atau menumpahkan keluh kesahnya.

Bertahun-tahun setelah dewasa,  kembalilah ia ke kota kecil itu.Keinginannya utk menemui Ibrahim tak terbendung lagi. Tapi ia harus menelan kekecewaan krn Ibrahim telah lama wafat. Belum lagi kering air matanya,salah seorang anak Ibrahim memberinya sebuah kotak,yang ternyata berisi sebuah buku yg sll jadi panduan nasehat Ibrahim. "Ayahku menitipkan kotak ini untukmu !"

Jade tidak memahami buku itu,membacanyapun tak mampu,krn bertuliskan huruf Arab.Didorong rasa ingin tau nya,dan keyakinannya bahwa pasti Ibrahim ingin memberikan sesuatu yg baik untuknya,maka Jadepun mempelajari Bahasa Arab. Mengertilah ia,buku itu adalah kitab suci muslim,yg isinya penuh nasihat. Membaca kitab itu membuatnya semangat untuk memeluk agama Ibrahim.

Kini Jade sudah berubah nama. Ia aktif berdakwah di tempat tandus Afrika Selatan.Sudah ratusan penduduk disitu meminta diislamkan.Jade tak lelah berdakwah,ia ingin mewujudkan cita2 Ibrahim yg tertulis di secarik kertas dalam lembaran2 Quran pemberiannya. Disana tertulis :  QS An-Nahl 125 : "Serulah manusia kepada jalan Tuhanmu dengan hikmah dan pengajaran yg baik,dst....

Ibu Jade yg berpendidikan tinggi kecewa,sebaris tanya tak terjawabkan : "Mengapa anakku lebih mempercayai Ibrahim yang bodoh itu ???

(Sumber: Buku Pengalaman Muallaf)
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Sisa Hujan Di Bogor

Bogor hari ini sejuk,sisa2 air hujan masih berjatuhan dari dedaunan rimbun.Jalanan bersih basah,tak ada sampah,karna terbawa arus air.Sepi....di sepanjang jalan Ahmad Yani ,dikiri kanan jalan berderet pohon dan rumah tua.

Suara air got yg bersih bersaing dengan bunyi gerimis.Selalu begitu...tak jemu menikmati...sejak perkenalan pertama dengan kota ini....

 

 



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