Jam 0.39

November 14, 2013 at 5:42 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

ketika kita tidak bisa tidur, biasanya kita akan:
berusaha untuk tidur
nulis di blog… tapi ga jelas juga apa yang mau ditulis…
inget2 dosa yang dilakukan selama beberapa waktu terakhir, dan berharap dimaafkan
makan… tapi saya masih kenyang juga…
sholat malam… yah… kalo ga bisa tidur siang, jadi sholat siang…

berdamai dengan kesibukan…

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I Finally Remember

February 25, 2011 at 9:36 am | Posted in hari-hariku | 1 Comment

Sudah lama tidak blogging. Kata2 standar seorang bloger cupu seperti saya, yang sudah jarang menulis. Menulis untuk menceritakan hal2 sederhana, yang membuat hari-hari kita terlihat lebih berwarna.

Banyak hal terlewati tanpa saya catat dalam sebuah diary. Saya lupa pentingnya mencatat. Setiap kisah itu ada hikmahnya, dan banyak kenikmatan dibalik hikmah tersebut.

Saya percaya, ada masanya nanti… saya akan tersenyum membaca smua kisah saya… baik yang menyayat hati hingga yang membahagiakan hati. Setiap momen itu pasti benar ada hikmahnya, hanya tinggal menunggu waktu saja kapan kita mau menerima hikmah tersebut.

Ah saya ini bicara apa disini… saya sudah lama tidak menulis. Tulisan terakhir saya hanya berupa esay untuk Ujian Akhir Semester, dengan harapan mendapat nilai yang baik. Saya tidak bangga benar dengan apa yang saya sudah raih, tapi saya bangga pada cara saya melewatinya. Tidak mulus benar memang, tapi menarik. Menarik untuk saya ingat, menarik untuk saya ambil hikmahnya, menarik untuk membuat saya sadar… saya bukan apa-apa tanpa bantuanNya.

-meris dalam keadaan sangat mengantuk-

A Collection of Islamic Jokes

March 30, 2010 at 6:00 am | Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Before you read these jokes, you might want to read a little bit about the conditions of joking in Islam. The article is located at the bottom of this page.

A man is taking a walk in Central park in New York. Suddenly he sees a little girl being attacked by a pit bull dog . He runs over and starts fighting with the dog. He succeeds in killing the dog and saving the girl’s life. A policeman who was watching the scene walks over and says: “You are a hero, tomorrow you can read it in all the newspapers: “Brave New Yorker saves the life of little girl” The man says: – “But I am not a New Yorker!” “Oh ,then it will say in newspapers in the morning: ‘Brave American saves life of little girl'” – the policeman answers. “But I am not an American!” – says the man. “Oh, what are you then? ” The man says: – “I am a Saudi !” The next day the newspapers says: “Islamic extremist kills innocent American dog.

Here is the story of an Imam who got up after Friday prayers and announced to the people:”I have good news and bad news. The good news is, we have enough money to pay for our new building program. The bad news is, it’s still out there in your pockets.”

An Imam shocked his community when he announced that he was resigning from that particular Masjid and moving to a drier climate. After the session, a very distraught lady came to the Imam with tears in her eyes, “Oh, Imam, we are going to miss you so much. We don’t want you to leave!” The kind hearted Imam said “Now, now, sister, don’t carry on. The Imam who takes my place might be even better than me”.

“Yeah”, she said, with a tone of disappointment in her voice, “That’s what they said the last time too . . . ”

True Incident: During a Jumah Khutbah in a small town, an Imam talked about the significance of saying “Insha Allah” (which means if Allah wills) when planning to do something in the future. After a few days, a man who had also attended the Khutbah was going to buy a cow from the market. On the way, he met a friend who asked him where he was going. He told him about buying the cow but did not say Insha Allah in the end. His friend reminded him about the Khutbah and told him to say Insha Allah. However, this individual said that he had the money he needs and the energy to go to the market, thus, there is no point of saying Insha Allah as he will certainly buy the cow. He thought that saying Insha Allah will not make any difference.

When he reached the market, he found a cow that met his expectations. He bargained with the seller and came to a reasonable price. Finally, he decided to pay for the cow but was dumbfounded when he discovered that his money was missing. A thief had stolen the money while he was walking through the busy market. The cow seller asked him whether he was going to buy the cow or not. “Insha Allah, I will buy it next week,” he said. When he reached home, his wife inquired about the cow. He told her about how he forgot to say Insha Allah, and also added, “Insha Allah, I wanted to buy the cow. But Insha Allah, my money was stolen. Insha Allah, I will buy it next week.” His wife clarified to him that we should say Insha Allah for things that are yet to happen, not for those things that had already happened. He never forgot his “Insha Allah” again.

Once, the people of the city invited Mulla Nasruddin to deliver a speech. When he got on the minbar (pulpit), he found the audience was not very enthusiastic, so he asked “Do you know what I am going to say?” The audience replied “NO”, so he announced “I have no desire to speak to people who don’t even know what I will be talking about” and he left. The people felt embarrassed and called him back again the next day. This time when he asked the same question, the people replied “YES” So Mullah Nasruddin said, “Well, since you already know what I am going to say, I won’t waste any more of your time” and he left. Now the people were really perplexed. They decided to try one more time and once again invited the Mullah to speak the following week. Once again he asked the same question – “Do you know what I am going to say?” Now the people were prepared and so half of them answered “YES” while the other half replied “NO”. So Mullah Nasruddin said “The half who know what I am going to say, tell it to the other half” and he left!

True Incident: A young man in a village refused to believe that Allah has total control of everything. He claimed that Allah cannot make him eat food if he didn’t want to eat. To prove his point, he decided to stay hungry for a day and see if Allah can make him eat. His mother tried her best to stop this foolishness but he paid no attention. Annoyed of his mother in the evening, he decided to climb a tree and isolate himself there. Being compassionate, his mother decided to leave the food under the tree incase her son finally gives up and wants to eat. When the night fell, a group of robbers were passing by that tree. They noticed a plate of delicious food placed under the tree. They looked at each other in amazement and thought that someone must be playing a trick on them. May be someone is trying to poison them with good food. They looked around to see if there was anyone nearby and noticed the young man on top of the tree. The robbers got him down and told him to eat the food to see if it is poisoned. But the young man refused to eat as he is still carrying on his challenge against Allah. The robbers became suspicious and started beating the young man to eat. He gave up and started eating. Seeing that the food was not poisoned, the robbers left him and went away. Finally, the young man admitted that yes, Allah has total control of everything!

An old woman came to the Prophet (sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam) and said: “O Messenger of Allah, pray to Allah (subhanahu wa ta`ala) that I will enter Paradise.” He said jokingly, “O Mother of So-and-so, no old women will enter Paradise.” The old woman went away crying, so the Prophet (sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam) said, “Tell her that she will not enter Paradise as an old woman, for Allah (subhanahu wa ta`ala) says: (We have created [their Companions] of special creation, and made them virgin-pure [and undefiled]) (Qur’an 56:35-36).” Reported by al-Tirmidhi, it is hasan because of the existence of corroborating reports.

An elderly lady was well-known for her Iman and for her confidence in talking about it. She would stand in front of her house and say Alhamdulilah “Allah be praised” to all those who passed by. Next door to her lived an atheist who would get so angry at her proclamations he would shout, “There ain’t no Lord!!” Hard times came upon the elderly lady, and she prayed for Allah to send her some assistance. She would pray out loud in her night prayer” Oh Allah! I need food!! I am having a hard time, please Lord, PLEASE LORD, SEND ME SOME GROCERIES!!” The atheist happened to hear her as she was praying, and decided to play a prank on her. The next morning the lady went out on her porch and noted a large bag of groceries and shouted, “Alhamdulilah, Allah be praised!.” The neighbor jumped from behind a bush and said, “Aha! I told you there was no Lord. I bought those groceries, God didn’t.” The lady started jumping up and down and clapping her hands and said, “ALHAMDULILAH WA SHUKRILLAH”. He not only sent me groceries, but he made the devil pay for them!”

“When I was in the desert,” said Nasruddin one day, “I caused an entire tribe of horrible and bloodthirsty bedouins to run.”

“However did you do it?” asked a person.

“Easy. I just ran, and they ran after me.”

An Imam was selling his horse in the market. An interested buyer came to him and requested if he could get a test drive. The Imam told the man that this horse is unique. In order to make it walk, you have to say Subhanallah. To make it run, you have to say Alhamdulillah and to make it stop, you have to say Allahu Akbar. The man sat on the horse and said Subhanallah. The horse started to walk. Then he said Alhamdulillah and it started to run. He kept saying Alhamdulillah and the horse started running faster and faster. All of a sudden the man noticed that the horse is running towards the edge of the hill that he was riding on. Being overly fearful, he forgot how to stop the horse. He kept saying all these words out of confusion. When the horse was just near the edge, he remembered Allahu Akbar and said it out loud. The horse stopped just one step away from the edge. The man took a deep breath, looked up towards the sky and said Alhamdulillah!

True Incident: The incident took place in South Asia. A man was offering salah in his house. He was praying as fast as he could as many of us do. All of a sudden, he heard the door behind him open. Since, someone entered the room, he started making his ruku and sujud longer. Upon completion of the salah, he looked back to see who it was. To his amazement, it was a dog!

Two men were on a plane on a business trip when a Muslim couple boarded the plane and were seated right in front of them. The two men, eager to have some fun, started talking loudly. “My boss is sending me to Saudi Arabia”, the one said, “But I don’t want to go…too many Muslims there!” The Muslim couple noticeably heard and grew uncomfortable. The other guy laughed, “Oh, yeah, my boss wanted to send me to Pakistan but I refused…WAY too many Muslims!” Smiling, the first man said, “One time I was in Iran but I HATED the fact that there were so many Muslims!” The couple fidgeted. The other guy responded, “Oh, yeah…you can’t go ANYWHERE to get away from them…the last time I was in FRANCE I ran into a bunch of them too!” The first guy was laughing hysterically as he added, “That is why you’ll never see me in Indonesia…WAY too many Muslims!” At this, the Muslim man turned around and responded politely, “Why don’t you go to Hell?”, he asked, “I hear there’s not very many Muslims THERE!”

Rules of Joking in Islam

Some people joke too much and it becomes a habit for them. This is the opposite of the serious nature which is the characteristic of the believers. Joking is a break, a rest from ongoing seriousness and striving; it is a little relaxation for the soul. ‘Umar ibn ‘Abd al-‘Azeez (may Allaah have mercy on him) said: “Fear joking, for it is folly and generates grudges.”

Imaam al-Nawawi (may Allaah have mercy on him) said: “The kind of joking which is forbidden is that which is excessive and persistent, for it leads to too much laughter and hardening of the heart, it distracts from remembrance of Allaah, and it often leads to hurt feelings, generates hatred and causes people to lose respect and dignity. But whoever is safe from such dangers, then that which the Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) used to do is permissible for him.”

Sa’d ibn Abi Waqqaas said: “Set a limit to your jokes, for going to extremes makes you lose respect and incites the foolish against you.”

The amount of joking should be like the amount of salt in one’s food.

The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “Do not laugh too much, for laughing too much deadens the heart.” (Saheeh al-Jaami’, 7312)

‘Umar ibn al-Khattaab (may Allaah be pleased with him) said: “Whoever laughs too much or jokes too much loses respect, and whoever persists in doing something will be known for it.”

So beware of joking, for it “causes a person to lose face after he was thought of as respectable, and it brings him humiliation after esteem.”

A man said to Sufyaan ibn ‘Uyaynah (may Allaah be pleased with him), “Joking is not right, it is to be denounced.” He replied, “Rather it is Sunnah, but only for those who know how to do it and do it at the appropriate time.”

Nowadays, although the ummah needs to increase the love between its individual members and to relieve itself of boredom, it has gone too far with regard to relaxation, laughter and jokes. This has become a habit which fills their gatherings and wastes their time, so their lives are wasted and their newspapers are filled with jokes and trivia.

The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “If you knew what I know, you would laugh little and weep much.” In Fath al-Baari it says: “What is meant by knowledge here has to do with the might of Allaah and His vengeance upon those who disobey Him, and the terrors that occur at death, in the grave and on the Day of Resurrection).

Muslim men and women have to be inclined to choose righteous and serious friends in their lives, who will help them to make good use of their time and strive for the sake of Allaah with seriousness and steadfastness, good and righteous people whose example they can follow. Bilaal ibn Sa’d said: “I saw them [the Sahaabah] jokingly pretending to fight over some goods, and laughing with one another, but when night came they were like monks.”

Ibn ‘Umar (may Allaah be pleased with him) was asked, “Did the Companions of the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) laugh?” He said, “Yes, and the faith in their hearts was like mountains.”

So you have to follow the example of such people, who were knights by day and monks (i.e., devoted worshippers) by night.

May Allaah keep us, you and our parents safe on the Day of the Greatest Terror, those to whom the call will go out on that great Day:

“Enter Paradise, no fear shall be on you, nor shall you grieve”

[al-A’raaf 7:49 – interpretation of the meaning]
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Garuda di Dadaku sinopsis

November 16, 2009 at 4:25 am | Posted in Review | 2 Comments

garuda_didadakuMenjadi pesepak bola hebat, dengan Garuda di dada kiri, itulah mimpi dari Bayu. Bayu adalah seorang anak berumur 12 tahun, yang gemar bermain sepakbola. Namun kegemarannya pada bola, terbentur oleh keinginan sang kakek, Pak Usman. Kakek menginginkan Bayu menjadi seorang yang sukses dan pandai dalam segala bidang, mulai dari akademis, musik, sampai ke seni lukis. Cuma satu bidang yang menurut beliau tidak akan membawa cucunya pada kesuksesan, yaitu bermain bola. Untuk mewujudkan kesuksesan cucunya tersebut, kakek menjadwalkan berbagai kursus pada Bayu, kecuali kursus bermain bola. Namun tanpa sepengetahuan kakek, Bayu selalu bermain bola pada waktu senggangnya.

Dihari ulangtahunnya ke 12, Bayu mendapat hadiah tiket nonton pertandingan sepak bola antara DKI dan Perseba Jatim dari Heri, sahabat karibnya. Meskipun duduk di kursi roda, kecintaan Heri pada bola sangatlah dalam. Heri lihai dalam memikirkan taktik-taktik bermain bola. Mereka menonton pertandingan tersebut ditemani oleh Pak Dullah, supir yang sangat bersahabat dengan Heri dan Bayu. Seusai pertandingan, tanpa sengaja bola plastik yang ditendang Bayu masuk kesalah satu bus tim sepak bola remaja. Kejadian tersebut dilihat oleh seorang pelatih sekolah bola. Tertarik dengan bakat dan kemampuan tersebut, pelatih pun menawarkan agar  Bayu mau bersekolah bola ditempat ia mengajar, SSI Arsenal.

Ketika Bayu dan Heri datang ke SSI Arsenal, Bayu dikejutkan dengan biaya yang mahal. Menangkap pikiran sahabatnya, Heri pun menenangkannya, dan menanyakan adanya program beasiswa ke pelatih. Pelatih menjanjikan akan memberi beasiswa jika Bayu lulus tes yang akan diadakan dua minggu kemudian. Bayu pun berjanji akan menyanggupi tes tersebut, namun ada satu kendala lagi, dia tidak punya tempat berlatih.

Di komplek perumahan mereka tidak ada lapangan bola. Alih-alih mendapat lapangan bola, mereka menemukan lahan kuburan sebagai tempat latihan. Lahan kuburan itu, ditinggali seorang kuncen yang memiliki anak gadis bernama Zahra. Pada awalnya Zahra tidak mengizinkan mereka berlatih, karena takut mengganggu ayah Zahra yang sedang sakit. Heri pun menawarkan bantuan untuk membersihkan lahan kuburan untuk membantu ayah Zahra, dan sebagai gantinya mereka diizinkan berlatih bola. Zahra pun mengizinkan. Dengan latihan yang intensif, Bayu pun diterima di sekolah bola SSI Arsenal dengan program beasiswa.

Rolling rolling rolling rolling, kejarlah semua mimpimu (red. Rolling Ost. Garuda di Dadaku).  Kehidupan Bayu terus bergulir dalam mengejar mimpinya. Masuknya Bayu pada sekolah bola, mendekatkan mimpinya untuk menjadi salah satu pemain nasional U-13. Dibantu oleh Heri, Bayu berlatih dengan semangat namun disisi lain nilai sekolahnya menurun. Tantangan terus bergulir dihadapan Bayu, setelah nilainya menurun. Bayu akhirnya bercerita pada ibu tentang kegiatannya selama ini. Ibu yang pada awalnya kecewa, akhirnya mendukung keinginan Bayu tersebut. Sekarang tinggal kakek dan U-13. Bagaimana Bayu bisa meneruskan kegemarannya bermain bola dihadapan sang kakek? Sedangkan melihat giringan bola Bayu saja, sakit jantung kakek kambuh seketika. Pada akhirnya  kejujuran Bayu menjembatani keseluruhan masalah yang  ada, dan membuat film ini berakhir dengan Garuda di dada kiri Bayu.

 

Kesederhanaan tergambarkan dalam kehidupan Bayu dan sekeluarga. Ibunya bernama Wahyuni. seorang single mother yang bekerja sebagai sales MLM. Kakek Usman sendiri adalah seorang pensiunan Pertamina. Namun dalam kesederhanaan tersebut, sebagai orang tua mereka sangat perhatian akan pendidikan Bayu. Kakek menganggap pendidikan adalah investasi masa depan demi kesuksesan cucunya. Walaupun kurang menyukai kursus yang diarahkan oleh Kakek, Bayu tetap menghormati dan selalu berusaha menyenangkan hati beliau.

Ada satu adegan dimana pak pelatih kecewa dengan Bayu, dikarenakan Bayu mengaku sebagai siswa sekolah bola lain, dan ternyata setelah diselidiki, Bayu bukan siswa sekolah bola manapun. Pak Pelatih yang mengetahui hal tersebut merasa kecewa berkata kepada Bayu dan Heri. “Tidak ada kesuksesan yang diawali dengan kebohongan”. Merasa kesempatan untuk masuk disekolah tersebut memudar, Bayu dan Heri pun mengakui kesalahan mereka. Bayu pun berjanji jika diberi kesempatan akan berusaha semaksimal mungkin, untuk menunjukkan kemampuannya.

Film yang mengedepankan rasa optimis dalam mengatasi segala permasalahan yang ada ini, terasa sangat segar dengan bumbu-bumbu persahabatan yang terjalin antara Bayu, Heri, Zahra, dan juga Pak Dullah. Dalam durasi kurang lebih sembilan puluh menit, penonton akan disuguhkan keceriaan dunia anak-anak dalam menggiring cita-citanya menjadi suatu keberhasilan.

Jalan Menuju Resepsimu

October 14, 2009 at 8:17 am | Posted in hari-hariku | 7 Comments

Sudah jam 10 malam, masih bercengkrama via YM dengan sahabat kecil saya, Rini. Saat itu ibuku memanggil, memberitahu bahwa pagi tadi anis, teman adikku, datang mengantarkan undangan pernikahan Pipit. Kuterima undangan tersebut dari beliau. Berwarna hijau daun, warna favorit Pipit, teman SMA ku, yang juga akhirnya menyusul berkuliah ditempat yang sama. “Alhamdulillah”.

 

Kubuka undangan tersebut. Kemudian mengetahui bahwa acara akan dilangsungkan tanggal 10 Oktober 2009, di rumahnya, daerah gas alam. Segera saya memberitahu Rini, yang saat itu sedang chat dengan saya.

Me: Rin… catet yaaa…. Pipit 39 nikah…

Segera ku ketik alamat yang tertera di undangan tersebut. Dan tidak berapa lama Rini membalas.

Rn: mer, tanggal 10 kan besok…!

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Hai Gadis…!

August 20, 2009 at 9:03 am | Posted in hari-hariku | 9 Comments

Pasar Minggu. Rabu 200809, penumpang itu.

Kulihat ia. Gadis, kuanggap saja dia masih gadis. Manis tinggi semampai, rambut ikal, mengenakan blazer, tas yang cantik, sepatu yang cantik, dan membawa map. Continue Reading Hai Gadis…!…

Situasi Angkot Tak Menentu

August 11, 2009 at 1:42 am | Posted in hari-hariku | 12 Comments

Senin 100809. Lepas Isya aku pamit dari kos sahabatku. Perjalanan Kalibata ke Pasar Minggu, kutempuh dengan menumpang metromini 604, bayar dua ribu rupiah, dan seperti biasa jalanan macet. Lancarnya jalan raya Pasar Minggu, benar-benar bisa kuresapi saat aku pulang dari kantor jam 00.30 a.m. Selebihnya, belum pernah lagi terasa selenggang itu. Kunikmati saja jalan yang tersendat dengan membaca sebuah novel. Membaca dengan pencahayaan metromini yang meremang. Continue Reading Situasi Angkot Tak Menentu…

Bukan Resensi Drunken Molen

June 10, 2009 at 3:49 am | Posted in Review | 2 Comments

Drunken Molen

Diary Pidi Baiq yang terbukukan yang kupinjam dari seorang pemuda bernama Yanuar Syapaat.

 

drunken-molenDilihat dari judulnya… lucu

Dilihat dari covernya… menarik

Dilihat dari komentar-komentar pembaca pertamanya… menyedihkan

 

  Continue Reading Bukan Resensi Drunken Molen…

Bosan

May 13, 2009 at 4:31 am | Posted in hari-hariku | 2 Comments
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Rabu 130509, hari ini belum selesai, masih 12,5 jam lagi menuju pergantian hari. Tapi gw udah berasa kebalikan dari lagunya Vidi Alviano, bukan lagi Nuansa Bening, tapi Nuansa Buthek.

Drama Kehidupan

April 20, 2009 at 1:41 am | Posted in hari-hariku | 12 Comments

Sabtu pagi 180409 di warnet Mozaik, Kober-Depok, menemani Rini yang sedang browsing nama-nama pemenang grammy, Panasonic, Oscar, dan award-award lainnya. Gw sendiri asyik membuka facebook, chatting ga jelas, sambil menyedot teh Apel dan makan burger, yang ukurannya cukup besar. Tidak berapa lama cowok yang nge-net dibelakangku mengangkat telepon dengan nada teriak-teriak. “KAMU KECOPETAAAAAAAAAAAN ^%$^&%$#%$(*&(&&^%#!!!!!… …. …. ….AKU DI WARNET MOZAAAAAIIKKKK…. ITULOH YANG DIKOBER….!!!… WARNET BIASAAAA SAYAAAANG!!!.. .@#@&^%^$%###!….!!! YA UDAH AKU KELUAR..&^%#$#^#$!!!!!” Continue Reading Drama Kehidupan…

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