A Child That Cried.

Assalamualaikum.

Hee. I am back to Jakarta. It's mean I failed my exam. But Alhamdulillah, out of 12 stations I just failed one. Alhamdulillah. Hehehe.

You know, I did complaint a lot. Why this Allah? Why that Allah? I prayed hard and I studied hard like I never did before, just for me to pass all the stations. Why just one station, when You can passed me all? Why in this last ten of Ramadhan? Why? Maybe it sounded like a blame.

Indeed it was.

Then, Alhamdulillah, I thought about it back. When I have a bad feeling or intention, I always going to asked myself, it is right for me to have this? Is Allah happy with this? Those are the questions that always made me reflected myself.

I did not know, maybe this is the best for me. Like the best thing that a mother did when she took away a knife from her three years old child. The mother know that knife going to hurt the child. Then, the child was crying, get mad to her mother because she did that. The child not even realized that was because the mother wanted to protect her from the danger.

Then, I realized, there must be something that Allah know what best for me. Things that Allah wants me to learn from this failure. Things that Allah tried to protect me from anything that I did not know just like that child who did not know and understand her mother intention. I must learn to lean and believe in Allah. This is the lesson that I learnt from all this.

Who said a misfortune is a bad luck? Maybe it is the best plan that Allah gave for us to learn something from it. For those who doesn't see it as the best thing, is the one who missed the opportunity to learn from that plan actually. So, Fatihah Anisah believe it !! Heee. And believe that Allah know best, things that we don't know.

P/s= Happy Birthday Fatihah Anisah ! And Selamat 10 Ramadhan Terakhir ! Mama... Nak balik rumah... *Crying*

Holiday Is About To End.

Assalamualaikum..

Holiday is about to end. *Crying*. Like usual, I don't want holiday to end.

Now, I am 22 (not officially yet) but ever since I was a kid, things that my siblings and I cannot resist about my mother is her ability to tell a story. Well, maybe not an ability, an efforts. I grew up listening to her story. Not the one in the books, but the one that she made it up herself. When she told a story everyone listened even my father. And of course I pretended like I did not *I am a big girl ok*. I thought it just me who pretend, but later on I realized that even my lil sister did that. Hahaha. My time passed, my sibling's time passed. Now, the story time is for her grandchilds. But, I still listened and participated just like before but this time, silently.

Sigh. I don't want to go back to Jakarta.


P/S= For those who getting married. Hikhikhik. We often saw in the movies or dramas that a happy ending always ended with marriage. Well, in real life it's not. In real life, marriage is only a beginning and the ending, we never know. But we can hope and pray for a happy ending which is Jannah, InshaAllah. So, congratulations ! Hikhikhik..



Why oh why everyone is talking about marriage? Even my neighbors who came by. *Tepuk dahi*.

She Wants To Learn.

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Hi ! So many things to share but so not know how to write. Practically, I am on my semester 5 break. Hee.

I would love to shared about Alya, when she started to learn to perform solat. She's six and my sister said, she already learned the bacaan at school and when she homed, they will performed solat berjemaah together (Alya's parents, Alya and Aimi). Then, one day, when she came to my house, my sister brought together her telekung in case anyone in the house would love to solat with her. Of course, no one would answered no for that.

And she chose me. *She is so fond of me, hikhikhik*. And that day, we performed solat maghrib together and after that I checked her bacaan and the moment when to recite it until the Isya'. Again, solat Isya' we are berjemaah. Then, in the middle of our solat, she's started to cry. I mean she did cry hard. I was so wondering why she's crying. And after that, I asked her why did she cried? Her answered was 'Alya tak reti solat'. I hugged her and told her to doa to Allah so that one day, she will know how to solat.

Truthfully, I was so shocked when she cried and she told me that because she don't know to perform solat. First time in mind was "Ya Allah, murni dan innocentnya hati seorang budak ini". And I am so glad when other people chose not to solat, she (Alya) chose to cry because she don't know how to solat.

And I, so much in love to see, how she is so eager when I asked her to learn to perform solat, just like how I am so eager to teach her. I am not good, but I am trying to be good and I hope to the one that I love, at least, I can be good enough.

So, Alya, chaiyok-chaiyok ! Maktam always at your back ok. Hehehehe.



P/s= Well. Alya, from the bottom of my heart, I want to be your maktam not only in this dunia but also hereafter. So, my dear, don't ever give up.

My Beatiful Escape.

Assalamualaikum

I m back from Bali-Bromo-Surabaya's trip. It's a long trip... Bali is so unique. I mean different. Bali is a place full with art, culture, religion and tourism of course. The architecture showed how they treasure art. Interesting ha? Heee.

I love Bali ! So beautiful, so unique, and so many handsome foreigners. Hehehehe.

Bromo is so untouched. The beauty make me always remind of Allah. I m glad that I am so lucky to be able to witness His greatness. Thanks Allah ! ^^

Surabaya, nothing much different from Jakarta. The traffic jam, the food *oh, they don't eat Nasi Uduk much in Surabaya* and the banjir-ness. Heee...

That sleepless mornning..

The special Bali's satay in Kintamani.

We waited for the mount Kintamani to appear, in the rain.

This was worth waited. Look what we got.

I love Bali.

This is actually the holy pond in Pura-Tirtha-Empul's temple *if I was not wrong*. They say, this pond never dry during the drought season and never flooded during the rainy.

This is the most expensive coffee in the world. *I don't know since I don't drink coffee, that is what they said*

A sip of variety of coffees and teas. Hmm.. Not my cup of tea. Too exotic.

In Uluwatu's temple. Name of Uluwatu was come from the word Ulu meaning the head and Watu meaning the stone. Therefore Uluwatu mean the temple that built on the tip of coral reef. If you watch closely, yes you are stepping on the coral reef.

This is Kecak's dance, we watched it in Uluwatu's temple. They say Kecak dance is a magical chant that protect the Shinta from Ravana, who fall in love with her beauty and tried to kidnap her while Laksmana (Shinta's husband) and Rama were away. This is a story that I read when I was a child.

Tiqah Nordin and I, on our early morning walk on Kuta's beach.


We watched people do some surf. Hehehehe.

The same pagoda on 50k Indonesia note in Bedugul's temple.

The memoir for the victims in the tragic pengeboman Bali 2002. Happy birthday Joey.

Saying goodbye to Bali.

Our sunrise morning in Bromo mount.

Mount Bromo.


My tourmates.


Bromo.


Sura (Ikan Yu) and Baya. The place where they fight once upon a time.. Surabaya.

Goodbye holiday ! and Happy New Year.

Holiday. Yeay !

Assalamualaikum

Well. This is the last block for my 5th Semester, Neurology and Science Behavior. This time, we called our module a 'Yellow Pages' because it's so yellow and so thick. We going to have a Christmas break for almost 2 weeks in just a few days. Yeay ! Holiday ! Hehehehe.

So, this coming holiday, I am going to Bali ! Excited? Of course... Hee. This is my first time to go to Bali. Yeay ! There's friends who will leave for Malaysia but my friends and I will leave for Bali, Gunung Bromo and Surabaya. Travel around the Indonesia. ^^

But, I think I am missing home. Should I go home instead?

I miss my two loyal fans (Alya and Aimi)

I miss the paddy field.

I miss the murtabaks.

And I miss home the most..

And I don't why, I miss the Ramadhan too.

I Learnt That.

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I think the hardest thing in my life so far is that I m trying/learning to be a doctor. The learning process is undeniable a challenge that you must face, then when I give it a thought, it wasn't just the process, but also the responsibility that you hold when somebody's life is in your hand.

This early morning, I never thought that I would be thinking like this, not until my father told me something that scared me the most. When he was younger, he was admitted to hospital. There was a little boy who was talking and laughing happily with his friends right in front of my father's bed. Then, a MO (Medical Officer) came and gave him (the boy) a medication. Right after the medication injection, the boy was unconscious. There were doctors running back and forth to save the boy but he ended died.

The way my father described it, if only the MO didn't come to give the injection because the boy was laughing with his friends so happily..

That scared me. How somebody put their life in your hand and you end up fail. It is ok for you to fail but to the one that betting for life and death, it wasn't a game.

I believe that MO really did his best to improve the boy condition but the unexpected thing did happen. I don't know what was wrong actually because my father did not know either. Hee.

And I was thinking, if the boy was alive maybe he will a father or even a grandfather just like my father is.



P/S= You know, you can feel it when someone who is very dear to you are leaving. It's called a hunch.

Cakes.

Assalamualaikum

Believe it or not, we are halved of the Ramadhan already. So fast. I hope Ramadhan will last longer.

This is my first sleepless night at home. I don't know the reason why I can't sleep but I hope it can be an opportunity.

Well, at least I have the time to search for all the cake recipes. Hee. Since I m begging my mother to replace her broken oven for a year now, finally, she agreed ! So, she promised me a new oven on Friday on our groceries shopping. Hohohoho.

Excited? Very much. Carrot cake or chocolate cake? Hmmm... Why don't both? *Wink*


P/S= Welcome home friends !

The Girls.

Assalamualaikum

I m homed for 2 weeks now. Hee. Life is so great.. Look at this two, and you know I m telling the truth. =P

Aliya

Aimi

P/S= I think I spent too much time looking for something, but then I forget that actually, it's right there, it just me who donot open the window.

Bandung With Family.

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My mother is here and still here until tomorrow. We had been to Bandung most of the time. Of course, that the only place that good for your health, mentally and physically compared to Jakarta.

Shoppingss, bookss, and foodss. That are exactly what I need. Oh.. We went to Heritage Village in Bandung. I never go there before. The village is full with cultures and Angklung. It's nice to look at something that other people love it so much and made you love it just because of them. Don't get me wrong. I always in love with the cultures. But not the Indonesian's because we, Malay and Indonesian, are all serumpun and that made us nothing so much different rather than just your language.

Years ago Malaysia and Indonesia are been fighting over the cultures things like Batik is originally from Indonesia and so do Angklung. Well.. I don't mind. They can take it if they want. What more important is, not where the things and the cultures we have come from, but how we keep it alive and enjoy it and of course preserved it for the next generation.

Hee. The next time I go to Bandung, I don't want to shop. I want to jalan-jalan and makan-makan and enjoy the cultures and the beauty, coolness of Bandung. Hee. Why not? We don't get it in Jakarta right. Hee.

P/S= When I found or seen a perfect guy, they always turn out to be gay. Sigh.

The Little Bird.

Assalamualaikum

Young bird: Mother, I want to fly like you.

Mother bird: Be patience dear, you will, one day.

Young bird: When?

Mother bird: When the time comes. When you are ready. Then, you my dear, will be fly across the hemisphere. Don't worry.

Have you ever had that thought? The thought to be older sooner. I had that, long time ago. Like I wished I have my own car at the age of 11 so that I won't stuck in my father 50km/h speed. Hohohoho.

If I a bird now, I guess I am the bird that flying across the earth. The bird that trying to explore and to find anything that the world could offer. That is my position now.

But surprisingly, right now, I want to be that little bird again. The bird that resting in the warm nest, the little bird that laying under her mother and father's wing of protectiveness.I miss that bird.

And I wished I could turn back time. But I couldn't. The journey has just begin.

P/S= I am a bird that going back to my old nest soon. Of course I don't have wings, but I got AirAsia's wings. Hohohohoho. 11 days!

Belitung. Totally Cool and Beautiful.

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I m done with Belitung. Trust me, Belitung is so beautiful and tranquil. It is so uncontaminated. The sand is so white, the ocean is crystal clear, you can see the corals and fishes beneath it. It is so cool.

Sitting at the front of the fisherman boat, with around you, was the ocean, you will realize that how fragile a human being could be. To be born as a khalifah, we are weaker that the ocean, but then, that is the specialty of human being. We are weaker than His other creation but we are the best.

We had been dropped in the islands. Swam across an island to an island. Snorkeling in middle of the beautiful sea. Playing cradle on the beach while waiting for our lunch and so much more. It's felt so great, so peaceful and so damn beautiful.

The last day, we visited the school of Laskar Pelangi's shooting. It's old. The lessons of life does not depend on how modern the school is, but how the modesty mind could learn.

I used not into the ocean, because it is salty, hot and make you dark. But the trip to Belitung changed it. Now, I love the ocean more than I did before.

Suddenly, I remember my bedtime story about the ocean. My mom always told us the story when we were kids.

Millions years ago, the wind was living on the mountain. He always wondered what was the end of the river. He asked the mountain, but the mountain was so old, he can't even see. So, the mountain couldn't tell the wind anything. He asked the river, but the river was so long, she doesn't even know where her tail end. He asked the sky, but the sky was so high above. He wouldn't listen to him.

Then, he had made a decision. He must travel along the river. He was so curious and he was too young to listen to others. Then, the journey started. He walked along the river for weeks. He almost given up. But for some reasons he's not.

Then, one day, he found the end of the river. It was the ocean. He felt in love for the first time. He wished the ocean could know about it. But the ocean was so big, so deaf and so blind. He could not even told the ocean. Then, he made a decision, he will always be beside the ocean no matter what, although she not even notice of him.

That why, when you have been on the beach you will never see the ocean without the wind. The blow of the wind is the love that never end.

For me, what my mom tried to deliver here, it is not the love of a man and a woman. It's a love of the Creator to His creation. The love that never end like the ocean and the wind that will never stop.

Belitung. Thank you for everything. I'll see you again. InsyaAllah.

P/s= She always let go of my hand, and when I fell, she always be there and asked me "Do you hurt Fatihah Anisah?", "Yes, I am". She always gonna said "Good, then you will grow up". My mom is the best teacher, the best mother, the best friend out of the best, the best human being ever existed in my life.

Thank you mama.

Cuti!

Assalamualaikum

Hohohoho. Habis sudah exam integrasi dua blok 12. Means..... Holiday! Rasanya blok 12 kali agak tough, susah, memeningkan kepala dan banyak lagi. Tapi yang pasti apa yang blok 12 ini bagi kepada saya adalah, seberapa banyak pun ilmu yang saya cuba pelajari masih banyak lagi yang saya tidak tahu.

Cuba bayangkan anda ada begitu banyak antibiotic, semuanya boleh pakai untuk infeksi, semuanya ada efek yang tertentu dan semuanya masih akan ada yang lagi baru. Lagi banyak perkara yang anda terokai, lagi banyak perkara yang anda tidak tahu. I love it!

Apa-apa pun, saya akan pergi bercuti. Hee. Well. Pulau Belitung wait for me! *Pulau Belitung adalah pulau untuk cerita Laskar Pelangi*.

P/S= Dear Belitung. I hope that the lessons that you had been portray in the movie, I learn it live from you.

Rafting. Pictures Version.

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Gambar rafting! Dah lama dapat, tapi disebabkan internet sangatlah lambat. Saya tidak boleh upload. Hehehehe.

Muka-muka excited untuk rafting. Ini sebelum perjalanan 4 jam.

We are on the same boat. You die, I die.

This is how the starting point looks alike. Excited excited excited.

Masa terima ceramah dari komando. Semua orang buat muka "Baik tuan!"

Inilah permulaan perjalanan kami di sungai cantik gorgeous ini.

Splashing air!

Best!

Crash? No no no. Gimik semata-mata.

Boat ini boleh bengkok.

Inilah boat yang crash dengan boat kitaorang. Nasib baik kasut crocs Teeqah yang I pinjam tidak hilang.

Sungai Benten. Cantik.

Mereka mereka mereka.

Macam main papan lungsur version boat dalam air. Ok. Fine, saya mengarut.

Ini sudah mahu sampai ke pengakhiran.

The end point.

The rafting journey ended here, but the journey toward the end of the day never end and never stop.

Saya. Saya. Saya.

Assalamualaikum

You know what. Perkara apa yang menggembirakan anda adalah anda boleh berbicara dalam loghat Kedah bersama keluarga anda dengan keadaan sekelilingi yang bingar berbahasa Indonesia.

You know what. Perkara yang menggembirakan anda adalah apabila anda lihat ibu saudara anda cuba berbahasa Indonesia "Itu.. itu... itu... er.. err.. err... Teha kad kahwin apa?". "Tah, Teha pun tak tau". "Apa hang tau?".

You know what. Perkara yang paling simple yet sangat leceh dan lama adalah memilih kad kahwin. *Saya tidak mahu buat kad bila kahwin nanti.

You know what. Perkara yang paling menggembirakan adalah anda merasakan suasana kampung halaman walaupun berada di tengah-tengah Jakarta.

You know what. Saya bahagia melihat mereka.

:P

A Day That Stop Become Non-stop.

Assalamualaikum~

Hidup masa cuti memang best. Tengok Movies. Gosip artis Korea. Tahukah anda bahawa 2pm sangat best dan hot? Opps. Hee.

Lama aku tidak mengupdate blog. Susah betul nk update sebab tiada idea.

Seminggu bercuti sudah berlalu, tinggal lagi seminggu untuk meneruskan perjuangan. Belum bersedia. Macam mana ini? Modul masih hilang walaupun ada di depan mata.

Ok-ok. Lupakan sebentar. I pergi Bandung okeh. Hee... Buat apa? Shopping, jalan-jalan. Mahu strawberi tapi tiada jodoh dengannya. Takpa-takpa lain kali aku berjodoh-jodoh dengan semua berry-berry yang ada di dunia, Strawberry, raspberry, blueberry, kambing berry-berry tidak sama sekali. Owh. Cakap pasal kambing, teringat zaman dulu-dulu kala. Disebabkan aku tinggal di taman dan sebelah kampung aku ada kampung. Aku suka main dikampung sebab kawan-kawan di kampung sangat cool, main lumpur, guli, masak-masak. Kalau kawan-kawan di taman mereka tidak cool, main basikal, lumba lari. Adoi. Bosan-bosan.

Kembali pasal kambing, ada dua jalan untuk ke kampung itu, sama ada melalui jalanraya yang besar atau jalan kampung yang harus melalui KANDANG KAMBING. Kalau ada kandang mesti ada tahi. Hahahaha.. Disebabkan aku lebih suka memilih jalan kandang kambing, jadi lama kelamaan aku telah mendevelop rasa suka bau tahi kambing. Iyek kan?? Waktu itu tahi kambing sangat wangi. Iyek-iyek.... Hahaha... Sekarang sudah tidak lagi. Jangan risau.

Okeh. Kembali kepada trip ke Bandung. Best-best. Trip to Bandung memang best. Bandung memang best. Van untuk ke Bandung memang best. Akak-akak yang aturkan trip ini pun memang best. Tempat bermalam memang best.

First pergi kawah putih, then shopping, tidur di Villa. Esoknya pergi kebun strawberry tapi belum buka, pergi ke Tangkuban Perahu, Pasar Pagi, Factory Outlet, pulang Jakarta.

Kawah Putih sangat sejuk.

Villa Ungu sangat cool.

Tangkuban Perahu sangat insaf.

Saya sangat cantik.

P/s= Terima kasih kepada akak-akak yang mengaturkan trip ini. Terima kasih Allah kerana memberi peluang. Terima kasih kamera kerana memberi gambar. Terima kasih kawan-kawan kerana melihat. Cool kan saya?