Just forget for a moment all violences occured even in this holy month
Let’s celebrate our deeds, prays, charities and kindness we’ve done
Though only Allah The Almighty knows about it
We’re just human being…weak….and helpless
May Allah protect us from the lunatic hateful persons
Who destroyed the holiness of Ramazan
Here are my season cards
Once upon a time, there were two ducks. One had white feathers, while another had brown ones. Opposite, right? They were from a remote village and wanted to visit their relatives in Jakarta. What happened then? They were lost!
They were lost in the middle of Jakarta. It’s highly contrast to their community. They knew none. They were so desperated….they need our help. Till the brownie hid his head as he’s totally exhausted.
Whitey : “How dumb you are. Why do you bring us here?”
Browney : ” I cannot see the difference….no greens over here.”
Whitey : “So, we’re lost…aren’t we?”
Browney : “Hhh..yeach….so, let me sleep first.”
Whitey : “Whatever.”
The end of the story? later on
It’s been a while I haven’t written or done any blogging activities here. I am not really busy, as for right now I am on school holiday. One full month for leaving and I decided to return home (mudik) from 22 June to 15 July (what a holiday!). This was the last Juma in Ramazan, and I went to pray juma with my dearest nephew in the nearby mosque. I intentionally took some post-praying pictures, just for my reflection and hopefully for others.
Praying for me is important, though sometimes I do not do it seriously. It released me from any problems as from praying the great expectation is opened. At least, there is a solution from the Divine. Peaceful and relieving, that’s the essentials of praying whatever the ways.
These are photos taken after praying and I was impressed with it. Sorry for using cellular and the quality is not really good. I believe the message…the last Juma in Ramazan and welcoming first Juma in Eid.
Malang, 1 July 2016 – 26 Ramazan 1437
This is about curve.
Kujang (read : koo-junk) is a curved traditional dagger from Sundanese people who concentrated in West Java. It is derived from agricultural civilization as Sundanese is farming society. Kujang has got magical power and it is originally derived from the word kudihyang (Kudi and Hyang (The Almighty) or ujang which means human. It has also got function as talisman. The present form of kujang is supposedly born between 9th and 10th centuries.
In this photo, it’s merely mini kujang broche I bought in Bandung two months ago. I like it and even sometimes wear it.
Too shiny photo, meh?
Bacang (肉粽) or Zongzi (粽子) has already been well-known in Indonesia along with Chinese immigrations hundred years ago. Then, the dish -which is still one roof with lemper, lontong, arem-arem etc- derives into two versions in accordance to the condition and religious reason. The first is surely traditional bacang which in many ocassions is filled with pork, meanwhile the second one is halal version as bacang also loved by locals and -similar to lumpia- modified by replacing pork to chicken/mushroom or could be vegetarian.
I bought two bacang at Cabe Festival for Peh Cun in Tangerang old city area. I had one, and it’s enough for my poor tummy in the fasting month.
From the sweetest empty bacang (kwee cang) to the hottest one with more chillies.
Tangerang, 14 June 2016
It’s been almost one year again when the school year is almost over.
I’ve passed through many periods during the year. Teaching needs preparations, process, patience and passions. Especially I teach Elementary School and 3rd graders (only 3 classes for 4 graders). The students are so diverse, from seriously willing learners, mood swingers, little bit special attention ones, attention seekers, drama queens, shy ones, manipulative (hmmm…drama queen meh?). But in all, I love them whoever they are. I taught them all with the similar methods and managed how to finish the lesson within 2 hours as we only meet once a week.
9 classes from Monday to Thursday needed energy and the subject I taught was (and up to now) computer which required students going to the computer laboratory and only few theories, more practices.
In the end of school year, I received these letters from some students. These are the way they expressed their feeling to the teacher. I don’t know about their feelings, but I believe children are pure in heart and they will tell what they feel innocently and directly. I took pictures of them and here they are.
Translation : Bambang Laoshi (Laoshi means teacher). Thank you as you have taught us computer faster, and helped us to know how to type faster, and you allowed us to play computer (surely after finishing they exercises as, there are some offline game applications provided by Linux) and type very fast.
Bambang Laoshi is also helpful and kind to use. We learned how to insert picture in computer and it made us happy, and we can type a story. Thank you Bambang laoshi
(some grammatical corrections found in the original language)
The next are in English as I taught computer in English.
Sweet letter one
The heart shaped letter. Love it
Lovely rainbowed letter
Those letters made me burst into tears. I didn’t feel nice to them, I just do what I can do as their teacher. Sometimes, I got angry and strict, but in another way I can be flexible. I am still learning to be a good teacher. I will miss them so much, but I’d be happy if I teach them again in the next grade.
Tangerang, 11 June 2016
May Allah bless us in this holy month
And deep condolence for Muhamad Ali’s passing away
It’s a blessing moment where we are about to meet this gracious month.
For this moment, I created some E-card for all, and multilingual (not totally).
May Allah bless us (once more)
Release us from sectarian hatred
Release us from religious-masked dirty politics
Bring love and peace for all the world
*btw I created them hehhehe*