Haa Ana Dza...

Yeah.. I know, mother's day has been passed about a month ago. But, I write this posting is not because a mother day. More than that, I suppose that -just like the affection day- mother's day should be celebrated everyday in our life. Because there's no single day for us in the world without her humble.

Yup! She's the one who with a pleasure sacrifice her self for us. Who has suffering her self about nine months for keeping us alive in her womb. Who has a widest smile when we were crying for the first time. Yeah, noone has a bigest love for us as our mom.. :')

Have you ever imagined how was the feeling to be a mom? I've once. Eventhough it wasn't become a real mom. One day, my mother got a phone call from my grand father. He said that my mother had to go to her hometown, because my grandfather got sick and need my mom's help to look after him self.

So, here it is. She left me for a month with all of home works obligation. Coincidently, I was the oldest daughter in our home. Because my older sister was in her boarding house and at that time I just graduated from senior high school and I didn't get any college or university yet.

About two weeks ago, I killed my long free time of waiting my next class in the library of university. Actually, I didn't have any plan to look for any books there. I just feel that spending time in the library is a wiser decision than spend it in the canteen, mall, or just have an easy talking with my other friends in front of the faculty.

So, when I walked alone among the bookshelves in the west side of forth floor, I found a unique book. At least the cover of it's book. The cover was about a picture of someone (I didn't know whether that was a man or a woman) who looked like was dancing alone with a high and mysterious ecstasy. It could be known by looked at his/her face. The dancer using a long dress and has a long hair too. The big letters of the cover mention it's title : "Rubais of Rumi".

Rumi... hmm...the name was sound familiar in my hearing. But I didn't know exactly who he is. When I opened the book, the content was only a set of poems in english. I thought it just cumulation of common english poem. So I took ang brought it home. More I read, more I confused. The poem doesn't look like the ordinary one. So the next day I asked to my friend. And finally, I understand what kind of book which I read along the night. hooo... :P

Rubais of Rumi is a set of Jalaluddin Rumi's poem. Do you know who is he?? fortunately, I knew him in my Tasawuf class few days ago..and after I looked for his information in "mbah google"  I got that JalaluddinRumiMaulana Muhammad ibn Hasin al Khattabi al-Bakri (Jalaluddin Rumi) or sometimes called by  Rumiadalah is a Sufi poet born in Balkh (now Afghanistan) on the 6th of Rabi al-Awwal 604 Hijri, or the date of 30 September 1207 Masehi. His father was descendant of Abu Bakr, named Bahauddin Walad. And his mother came from a royal family Khwarazm. Rumi's father is a devout scholars, mystics are forward-looking, a famous teacher at Balkh.

His poem better approach "love" to the God. So, simply, he proclaimed the God as his beloved, and declaire his relation with Him as an affection. 

Here is one of his poem : 

Wow.. apparently, to carry out this blog is not as easy as I thought before. Just same like the others activity, at the beginning I felt an overflow spirit in my soul either in my brain. A lot of ideas came out from it's prison. But, as the time passes, I don't feel that zest anymore. I don't know where and how it is steam exactly. All I know is I've been about a month leaving this page, hahahaha... 

Actually, I planed to post in my blog at least once a week. Hmmm... a nice (and brave) target for a beginner who doesn't have any supporting tools and ability in writing like my self, hehehe. Whatever, because my exception was : I could increase my ability in writing and also have a "nice place" to share with whoever. Well, although maybe some of the readers actually just slipped upon this page, huhuhu... u_u

it's ok.. ;D

Well, I was thinking that I want to re-carry out (is that true? I mean rearrange) my blog by fill it again with a common posting. I don't know, maybe it will be little bit different like it used to be. Because I have a silly ideas to write my post in english as possible as I could.Why do I call it as a "silly idea"? because I am totally aware that my english is so terrible, moreover I guess you'll have so many difficulties to understand what I really want to tell. So sorry about it.. :p

There's no other purpose of that silly idea except to improve my skill. I really have an eager of this language. That's why, just like Mr.Hilal (the founding father of SPBA) said, "make everything around youas what you like most". So, here I am. I want to apply it, and I think this blog is an appropriate place.

Hmm.. I pray for my self. Hopefully, it will not only become a prologue, but also could be a real way to help me achieve my dream. And I pray for you all, for the same thing..

saking lamanya gak nulis, lay out puskot lt.2 aja ampe udah berubah, ckckck.... ^^