There was an experience I got in July 2010, nice experience. Teaching at a school in Kediri, East Java, I met many people, it felt so nice and meaningful.
PPL (Program Pengalaman Lapangan) is a kind of activity in order to get a deeper understanding about education. For me especially, PPL had been a media of reflection, it helped me a lot to respect others, knowing the meaning of my own life, about love and care.
Maybe they never realize how much they had given to me, something precious. I’m talking about an experience which let me become someone better (I wish), about how to respect and be respected, about how to be someone inspiring and inspired by others. I love my time there, really.
Honestly, the first time I arrived there, the only purpose I did the PPL is about getting the score. I didn’t even care about the lessons that I would give to the students. I told myself, ”Just do it and go home!”. I hate being a teacher, even my parents realize that. I didn’t have something that they actually needed from me, people call it “care”. Or maybe I didn’t “care” about anything, except my own business.
Then I realized something, everyone around me were so kind, nice people. The students respected me so much. They were smart, kind, and polite. I love them .
While I was busy styling my hair, wearing my high-waist skirt to school, then came to the class with the handbook, read it in front of the students (getting nothing except the material I didn’t read on the previous day). “Oh God, I am someone bad. Really bad”, I told myself.
I didn’t listen to my PPL teachers when I was in Senior High School, no respect. I thought that they were just a community with everything boring, including “they couldn’t teach well”. While my students were different, they were awesome. With high scores filling their report books, they were so polite, listening to my speech well (although, me, myself, didn’t understand the materials well).
It’s a kind of reflection, when they greeted me and asked me about the lesson. When they asked me for permission, greeted me in some public places, so meaningful for me. Then I asked myself, again, “what is respect?” that was a BIG question for me. “do they have to respect a person like me?” I know myself well, I was not a good High School student, I loved cheerleading, that’s all. Maybe some birthday parties interested me also, I didn’t care about the others. I hated to greet the PPL teachers at that time, bad.
Then, my point of view changed, I preferred to see everything differently. Not just ‘as my point of view’ but ‘others' point of views’ too, so I could respect others, like my students respected me. I started to study and prepare the materials one day before I taught. I wanted to be someone meaningful for myself when they said ‘thank you’ in the end of the class. It’s a kind of ‘care’, a word I never had before. It’s a kind of ‘love’ also, something that people around me give to me but I never realized it before.
Realizing that I was someone bad, I tried to review my life. Then I found the answer, what I need, what I love. I started to make something happen, something that had stayed in my head but I never made it true.
Then, what I want to deliver here is about ‘meaning’. As we know, language is about meaning, life is the same. I thanks to Allah SWT, my Lord. God shows me and gives me everything what I need, because it’s not about everything what I want. God knows everything best, God knows our capacity,
Overall, my life is about reflection. I learn so many things in my life. When people say that a girl must be who she is, "but what will be she like?", I asked. For me, a girl has to be someone, because God just gives me once.
*taken from @tarafilliana's old blog, Jasmine. This is the revised article.
'Du Hast Mein Herz Gebrochen' was written in German, it means 'You Have Broken My Heart' in English. The singer is Yvonne Catterfeld, A German singer, actress, and TV host. Her voice is very beautiful, lovely.
I need to thank my friend who gave me the mp3 over 2 years ago. This is the only German song in my playlist, the meaning represents the feeling of a broken hearted woman. Here it is, the video
and don't be surprised! She looks like Britney Spears in this video
(also look alike with Britney's video 'Bottom of My Broken Heart)
There was an amazement when I watched a story about this president on TV.
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is the sixth president of Iran. These photos show that the president is different from the others.
Being a son of a blacksmith, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is accustomed to the simple life. The president has no worry to pray or sleep everywhere as long as the place is clean. People in Iran love his simplicity, that was the reason of why he won the Iran election in 2005.
Nowadays, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad focuses on the food needs of Iran, he said, "I will not stop until all people in Iran get their foods!". The president is famous for his beautiful voice in reading Al Quran, he is also a good moslem, really inspiring.
Cold weather is covering Surabaya,
there may be the moon, the stars, the prayers
Tomorrow is maulid nabi Muhammad SAW, what are you doing this night?
Me? I've tried hard to sleep, but I can't. I'm reading some tweets from some ustad and twitter-lovers about maulid nabi.
No, I do not want to talk about the birth of Muhammad SAW, our phrophet. Blog walking, reading tweets, visiting other people FB, yes, that's all I'm doing right now. 5 minutes ago, I found a view that makes me sad.
As you know that hijab is a trend today, 'a trend', people wear hijab only to follow their 'passion for fashion'. About attitude? they do not have the limit. Sorry, I'm so so so so SO SORRY about this. It's just my point of view.
I appreciate all people who are trying hard to be istiqamah, being consistent with their hijab, I'm so happy for that. But, what makes me sad is about how they treat the hijab.
Today, people style hijab to be a fashionable headwear, thank you. I love fasionable looks, really, but when I see people who wear it only to follow their passion for fashion, oh girls... seriously, that's wrong. The girls treat it like they treat their shoes, someday they will leave their flat shoes for high heels, and someday the hijab will be replaced.
Fashion is something like dust, or like us, it is moved by the wind, we are moved by the time. When I was 17, I hate wearing high heels or stilettos, I love flat shoes so much. The reality? Now, I'm 22, I wear wedges and high heels. Ok, fine.
What I want to deliver to you is 'let's be consistent!'. You are all adults and mature. You wear it because of love, love in depth to Allah. Why do you upload your sexy pictures along with your covered look pictures?
I do not persuade anyone to wear hijab, NO! Let's be consistent. If you want the sexy look, grab the stuffs then. I pray someday you will wear hijab and be istiqamah. I do believe that hidayah is something that comes naturally. I do believe that it is a gift that God gives to all muslima all over the world.
Overall, I'm so so so so SO SORRY for telling you about this point of view. Wish nobody's hurt because of this.