Officially Dead

           The story began on January 13, 2014. I was attending national dialogue in my campus. It was such a wonderful dialog with the outstanding speakers, Mr Wiranto, Anis Matta, Sutiyoso, etc. Besides it was free of charge anyway hehe.. Thousands people stood in queue to write the attendance list, including me. In my opinion it was such a patience test, whenever you can’t bear to watch huge numbers of human, you just went home. However, when you are patient enough you’ll survive to get a seat. Not to mention, some MENWA was up to their ears in checking people’s bags. I’m sorry to say, they confiscated my friend’s cutter temporarily. We were both wanna laugh and sad. Then, My friends and I were a bit confuse looking for the empty seats cz it was totally full. However, alhamdulillah we got some empty seats upstairs. The worst thing was that I forgot to bring my glasses -__-. No wonder if I wasn’t able to see the presentation clearly. Suddenly I got a call from my daddy. The noise atmosphere made me couldn’t listen his voice clearly. So, I asked him to send me a message. I was shocked when he announced me that he couldn’t pick me up on the next day because  one of my uncle died :( .

           This evening, my curiosity insisted me to ask the detail info about my uncle’s death to my dad. Heart attack made my uncle was coma for days in a hospital. At last, he took his last breath last Monday. On Tuesday, he was officially buried by military ceremony since his occupation was police. My parents met my relatives from all over city. My parents do told me that tons of people were attending to the funeral. Indeed, my uncle was a good man. I still remembered when my brother got an accident. He was hospitalized at the same town with my uncle. My uncle’s family let me sleep in their house. ( I mean he’s not direct uncle either from my mom and dad, but he’s uncle from my grand grandparent. Confuse huh? So do I).

             It was just a piece of the stories. My daddy also told me the family tree of my big family. There are many varieties job in my big family such as ; veterinarian, police, farmer, engineer, civil servant, lecturer, teacher, atlet, accountant, etc.

               Final words, my dad gave me tons advice. He asked me to save some of my money in order to alm with others. He also prohibited me to discriminate people by their occupation or financial because Allah SWT never discriminate HIS mankind . We have to respect to them whatever their jobs are because we are all the same in GOD’s eye. So if our creator can, why we can’t ?

'FLOWER'

Roses are red 

Violets are purple

Jasmines are white

Sunflowers are yellow 

Don't expect something romantic guys, these are just fact of flowers' color! :D

Assalamu'alaikum..

Hello fellas! How’s life? It’s gonna be my very first time to write in this lovely blog in 2014. Sorry for my long absence because of the college stuff, organizations and not to mention the final exam lately. However, Alhamdulillah everything was done and from tomorrow on I’m gonna have a loooooong holiday.. yeaaah!!  Please pray for my best result, dude! 

As what I’ve written in the title above, yes, I’m gonna talk about ‘flower’. However, what I mean is not flower in the denotation meaning. There’s always meaning behind the meaning.

            Have you ever planted a flower? A rose for example ? Have you? 

If you haven’t and you wanna search any info about planting flower, I’m really sorry dude cz I guess you go to the wrong site. Alright forget about it and let’s go back to our business. Let’s imagine ladies and gentle man!

Four years ago, you planted a rose seed. You looked after it patiently. You watered it every day. You saved your money to buy some fertilizer in order to make your plant grew beautifully. Day by day, it blossomed into a pretty rose. You loved it very much. On the one hand, you really wanted to pick it up but on the other hand you were afraid if it dies. Then you decided to let it grow. One day, one of your friend looked up your house . All of a sudden, she loved your rose after seeing it. She asked it from you. In your deepest heart, you refused to give it but you weren’t able to make your friend became sad. At last, you let her pick it by herself and she went with your rose happily. Tears flew away. You weren’t able to hide your sadness. Indeed, you don’t have that rose anymore but at least you have made your friend happy :)

If you love a flower, don’t pick it up because it will die. Just let it be.

Don’t worry if someone picks it up. Because LOVE is not about POSSESSION

Do believe that when ALLAH removes the flower, it is (only) in order to empty your hands, for an even more beautiful flower!