Daun Yang Jatuh Tak Pernah Membenci Angin

Sounds like a gun shot
Which the bullet broke the heart into pieces

That moment. . .
When my tongue was tied

Screaming powerfully in silence
Trying to smile back
Pretend to be all right

Thank you . . .
For telling this hurtful truth
For opening my eyes and realizing who I really am

December 21st 2014, finally a puzzle was solved. I did blaming myself for the long battle between my brain and my heart. But at least I learned something. Not to regret what has happened like the falling leaf doesn't hate the wind. I believe that God is the best director. He has made the best scenario for me. Therefore, this is my time to pray and pepare my best to be the best actress :)

Below is the quote written by Tere Liye in her novel "Daun Yang Jatuh Tak Pernah Membenci Angin". I have read the synopsis. It was so amazingly good. Can't wait to grab the book after my final exam.

 

"Daun yang jatuh tak pernah membenci angin, dia membiarkan dirinya jatuh begitu saja. Tak melawan, mengikhlaskan semuanya.

Bahwa hidup harus menerima, penerimaan yang indah. Bahwa hidup harus mengerti, pengertian yang benar. Bahwa hidup harus memahami, pemahaman yang tulus. Tak peduli lewat apa penerimaan, pengertian, pemahaman itu datang. Tak masalah meski lewat kejadian yang sedih dan menyakitkan. Biarkan dia jatuh sebagaimana mestinya. Biarkan angin merengkuhnya, membawa pergi entah kemana." -Tere Liye

Don’t judge a book from its cover!

You’ve probably often read about this title. Yes, it is an old proverb. People usually judge someone only by looking the outside appearance,so did I. But my experience lately really open my mind that it’s so unfair to do that. 

Last night, someone shared her story to me. She and her friends were deceived by a man’s cover. He was so famous, calm and religius. But his attitude was so unpredictable. He did something that made his environment shock, really shock. I don’t want to tell it here, since it was a bad behaviour. But we should be wise and remember that not all people are like him.

 

Another story. It happened a few days after Eid Mubarak. I visited someone’s house which was really far away from city. The house is deep in the village. I was so bored and impatient during the journey. After arriving there, I met the hostess. She let me in. Then, the host came. He was a simple man wearing ‘sarung’. Both of them treated me well. I looked around the house. It is not so luxurious. When we were chatting, suddenly he received a phone call. Guess what? It was the-most-important-person-in this-country. It was a shocking call for me. Then, we visited his back yard. Do you know what? There was a building under his liltle house. It hasn’t finished yet. He said that he built it for people who mentally ill. Masya Allah! Have we ever thougt to help crazy people? Even, we just ignore them when we saw them. But here, I found the one who care and think to help them. The one who is not a milliarder, yet the simple one. Then there was a phone call again. It was also the-second-important-person-in-this-country. Unfortunately, the connection was bad because the caller was abroad. Then the host called him back. Don’t he think about the expensive pulse? *I said to myself. Then he said that his minimal pulse is 200.000. Wow. Even, me, the seller of pulse but never did I have 200.000 for my own. From the meeting, I kept asking myself. 

Why did Allah let me meet him?

Why did Allah let me go to the house?

From that, I tried to be husnuzan or positive thingking. Probably Allah want to tell me implicitly  not to judge someone from the appearance. Indeed, physical appearance doesn't define who we really are.

Girl's Quote :)

Grandma, I MISS YOU :(

A grandma always has time for you. Even if the rest of the world is busy. ~ G. Sanders

        I’ve just watched a touching video about Grandma’s love to her grandchild. She reminds me with my grandma. Currently, I only have a grandma from my mom. My another grandma passed away a day before my 17th birthday. Now my grandma lives with my auntie. I do love her. She is the one who took after me when I was a child. She took me to the kindergarten. She waited for me, standing for hours and watching me from the outside window. I always cried when I wasn’t able seeing my grandma’s face in the window. She’s the one who bought me many snacks before I go to school. she’s the one who defends me when my friends pulled my hair / mocking me. She must have been tired but never she complained to me. She’s always smile and cheered me up. Indeed, she is the best grandma in this universe!

         Time flies. She’s getting older and weaker.  She is loosing her eyesight. She doesn’t want to be operated because she has many illness such as high blood pressure, rheumatic, etc. Long time ago, I wanted to be an occupalist. I wanted to make my grandma see again. I want her to see her beautiful and handsome children, grandchildren or even grand grandchildren. I want her seeing her big family growing up. I want her to see the technology in this era such as handphone, laptop , etc. I can’t bear when she asked me how is the shape of handphone, laptop,computer, etc. How can I explain it? It is the same difficult as explaining the deaf person the sound of piano. . I want her to sit beside me in my graduation. I want her to accompany me during my wedding. I want my children play with her great grandma.

            For all human beings, let me tell you that most of grandma actually feels lonely. She has no one to talk to. Everybody is busy with their work nowadays.  All she wants is only to understand her. Listen her stories no matter how bored you are. Her knees are weaker and weaker. Just help her when she’s walking. Don’t you remember that she’s the one that help you walk when you were a kid?  Do  not yell at her when she breaks the dishes. Everybody will get older (God willing). And it’s part of getting old. You’ll understand when you get older.

          Thanks a bunch my lovely grandma, for your patience, for caring and teaching me to close to Allah SWT, pray on time, and so on. I know that you’ll never read this posting. I just wanna hug you, spending my time with you, eating ice cream together, listening tons of your stories, and playing with you all the time. I’m sorry grandma, I haven’t been a good grandchild for you. But I’ll always keep trying. Thanks a lot. You’re the angel that Allah sent for me.

         

How about you guys? Have you ever thanked to your grandma?

Have you kissed her and told her how much you love her?

Do it before too late :)