Monday, March 31, 2008


Kau adalah gemerlap bintang di langit malam
Bukan, kau lebih dari itu
Kau adalah pendar rembulan di angkasa sana
Bukan, kau lebih dari itu
Kau adalah benderang matahari di tiap waktu
Bukan, kau lebih dari itu
Kau adalah sinopsis semesta
Yang diciptakan Allah untukku
Terima kasih, I Luv U Mama...

Al- Ikhlash

J'aime bien c'est surat!!

Au nom d'Allah, le Tout Miséricordieux, le Très Miséricordieux.

Dis: "Il est Allah, Unique
Allah, Le Seul à être imploré pour ce que nous désirons
Il n'a jamais engendré, n'a pas été engendré non plus
Et nul n'est égal à Lui"

Kalau diinget-inget, kayaknya surat ini yang aku hapal pertama kali..

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The Best Time in My Life

Pas kemarin ngerapihin file-file yang lama dan usang di komputer, saya nemu ini file.. File ini dibuat pas saya kelas III SMA sebagai tugas bahasa Inggris. Teacher-nya nyuruh kita buat tulisan dengan tema momen terbaik kita kala itu. Tapi, setelah dipikir-pikir, saya rasa momen ini merupakan momen terindah sepanjang hidup saya. Ketika saya baca lagi, subhanallah...bercucuran air mata deh, huhuhu.. (hiperbola!). Inget masa-masa SMA, tentunya ngak akan pernah lupa hadiah terindah dari Allah, which is HIDAYAH!!


Thank to God, I could enter SMU 77 Jakarta. At the first time, I’m not sure I was accepted at this high school, because my NEM was so bad. Actually, I hope I could enter SMU 68 Jakarta like my sister. But in fact, I failed. When I heard about that news, I was shocked and cried. But, it was happened.

When I was in the first grade, I felt so lazy. I never read the books, even touched it. I just played all the time. Read comics, gossip with my friends, went to the mall, and other useless things I’ve done. At that time, I felt that Allah unfair to me. Since that, I became far from Allah. Then, at the end of the first and second quarterly, I got five red scores in my report card. I felt so angry, because it was the first time in my life I got red scores in my report card. Because of that, I started to leave my bad habits, like reading comics and magazines, gossiping, window shopping, etc. and at the end of the third quarter, I passed and entered the second grade at my high school.

In the second grade, I entered II-4, I felt so happy, because I got many friends. In this class, I wake up from my dreams and aware that I won’t failed again. I must enter IPA, like my sister in SMU 68. I started with study hard and pay attention to the lesson when the teacher taught us. I also closer to Allah. Finally, at the end of first semester, I got rank five in my class. I feel so satisfied.

In this grade, I also active to come read the Qur’an that was held near from my house. As soon as I allowed read the Qur’an, my heart felt so calm. I don’t know what feeling I had. That I know, since I studied Qur’an and Islam, I felt so lack. In that read the Qur’an, there is a teacher. We called it “Murobbi”. She named Khadijah, usually we called it K’Ijah. I consider her my sister. I always asked her about thing which I don’t know in Islam. I learn more from her, such as: Fiqih, Tajwid, Aqidah, how our attitude in society, etc. she also always gives her advice to me to wear a veil. She told me a story happened in era of Muhammad.

At that time, the women not wore veil yet. They still wore clothes that opened in their chest and calf. And finally, Allah revealed order to Moslem’s women in order that they wear veil and close their “aurat”. When that order down, Moslem’s women not asked to Muhammad why their must close their chest and calf. But, they close it immediately with anything that near from them. With the cloth that ripped, leafs, etc. Subhanallah… Moslem’s women closed their aurat immediately when the order was down. How about me? I never wear veil. I felt so guilty, Oh Allah... please forgive me...

After listened that story, I felt so shy to Allah. Why I didn’t close my aurat yet whereas Allah was create me required to every Moslem’s women.

One day, I got a disease; I always felt itches in my knees after ate sauce whereas sauce is the most delicious food in the world and my favorite food. The itch caused my knees became bad. I felt so shy. When I told the disease to my mom, she said “It means Allah love you, Kiki!” “In fact, Allah forbids you to wear skirt above on my knees”.

“But, why only my knees got the disease? Why the other people not?”

“It means Allah more love you than others. Allah loves them, but Allah more loves you. Maybe, it is the time for you to wear long skirt and to wear veil!”

“What mom, I must wear veil?”

“Yes. Why not?”

“I’m not ready, mommy. How if I wear it when I ready to wear that? Maybe when I passed from high school.”

“How you can ready if you always felt not ready.”

“Basically, ready or not you must wear veil in the third grade like your sister.”

After I talked with my mother about wearing veil, I felt confused. How can I wear veil whereas in my opinion a veil is something that strange. How the reaction of my friends? Are they will avoid me? Finally, I asked to K’Ijah about this.

She answered “Wearing veil is a duty, Kiki.”

“What do you choose? Allah was created you or your friends?”

“Let your friends avoid you, certainly Allah still beside you.” “In fact, you can see who are your good friend and bad friend.”

“A good friend usually always pushes you to a better.” K’Ijah gave her advice to me. Oh Allah... I will wear veil when I’m in the third grade (Insya Allah).

The day felt so quick and at the end of semester, I got rank three and entered science class, (Alhamdulillah...) I thank to Allah. Finally, the best days in my life come. There is something that makes my heart felt so calm when I have done it. Maybe it was called “Hidayah”. Alhamdulillah, finally I wear veil. I felt so happy. I have accomplished my duty as a Moslem’s women. I have given protected to my body from forbidden look. I don’t shy again when I go out from my house. But, I still felt afraid with opinion from my friends. What would they say to me? Beautiful, bad, weird, not good, etc. how can a Putri that in the past always wear a tight shirt and short skirt, now wear veil? Oh Allah... Show me the best way!!!

The day to enter the third grade started. I came to SMU 77 to see where my class is. My friends that saw I wear veil in the first time are Dhini and Riama. They said I’m beautiful with veil. And then, Rinda saw me wear veil and her reaction also good. Finally, many my friends saw me with my veil and they expressed with different reactions. One of the example is Ria, she screamed so hysteric when she know that I wear veil. Many friends gave me congratulations. But, there are some my friends looked me with sarcastic eyes and said that I would better without veil. I just smiled when I heard what they said. Oh Allah... Please give me strength in my life.

The time goes so quick and I never take off my veil (I hope so). I always remember what K’Ijah said to me. “What do you prefer? Beauty in Allah’s eye or human’s eyes?” Oh Allah... I request in order to keep in your way. Amin... Now, I feel more comfort with veil. So, the best time in my life is when I wear veil.

- With love to Allah… -

Sunday, March 16, 2008


Blessed is your face
Blessed is your name
My beloved
Blessed is your smile
Which makes my soul want to fly
My beloved
All the nights
And all the times
That you cared for me
But I never realized it
And now it's too late
Forgive me
Now I'm alone
Filled with so much shame
For all the years
I caused you pain
If only I could sleep in your arms again
I'm lost without you
You were the sun that brightened my day
Now who's going to wipe my tears away
If only I knew what I know today
I'm lost without you
Ummahu, ummahu, ya ummi wa shawqahu ila luqyaki ya ummi
Ummuka, ummuka, ummuka ummuka
Qawlu rasulika
Fi qalbi, fi hulumi
Anti ma'i ya ummi
Mother... Mother...
O my mother
How I long to see
O mother
"Your mother, Your mother, Your mother"
Is the saying of your Prophet
In my heart, in my dreams
You are always with me mother

Ruhti wa taraktini
Ya nura ‘aynayya
Ya unsa layli
Ruhti wa taraktini
Man siwaki yahdhununi
Man siwaki yasturuni
Man siwaki yahrusuni
‘Afwaki ummi Samihini...

You went and left me
O light of my eyes
O comfort of my nights
You went and left me
Who, other than you, will embrace me?
Who, other than you, will cover me?
Who, other than you, will guard over me?
Your pardon mother, forgive me .... ...

text by: sami yusuf ...

Ps. Jazakillah Mba Chai who wanna be Mba Icha, what's different? I dunno..
Ps2. Je suis amoreux de toi, Mamam.. bises!!