A Father

by Anton Chekhov
(1860-1904)

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"I admit I have had a drop.... You must excuse me. I went into a beer shop on the way here, and as it was so hot had a couple of bottles. It's hot, my boy."

Old Musatov took a nondescript rag out of his pocket and wiped his shaven, battered face with it.

"I have come only for a minute, Borenka, my angel," he went on, not looking at his son, "about something very important. Excuse me, perhaps I am hindering you. Haven't you ten roubles, my dear, you could let me have till Tuesday? You see, I ought to have paid for my lodging yesterday, and money, you see!... None! Not to save my life!"

Young Musatov went out without a word, and began whispering the other side of the door with the landlady of the summer villa and his colleagues who had taken the villa with him. Three minutes later he came back, and without a word gave his father a ten-rouble note. The latter thrust it carelessly into his pocket without looking at it, and said:

"Merci. Well, how are you getting on? It's a long time since we met."

"Yes, a long time, not since Easter."

"Half a dozen times I have been meaning to come to you, but I've never had time. First one thing, then another.... It's simply awful! I am talking nonsense though.... All that's nonsense. Don't you believe me, Borenka. I said I would pay you back the ten roubles on Tuesday, don't believe that either. Don't believe a word I say. I have nothing to do at all, it's simply laziness, drunkenness, and I am ashamed to be seen in such clothes in the street. You must excuse me, Borenka. Here I have sent the girl to you three times for money and written you piteous letters. Thanks for the money, but don't believe the letters; I was telling fibs. I am ashamed to rob you, my angel; I know that you can scarcely make both ends meet yourself, and feed on locusts, but my impudence is too much for me. I am such a specimen of impudence -- fit for a show!... You must excuse me, Borenka. I tell you the truth, because I can't see your angel face without emotion."

A minute passed in silence. The old man heaved a deep sigh and said:

"You might treat me to a glass of beer perhaps."

His son went out without a word, and again there was a sound of whispering the other side of the door. When a little later the beer was brought in, the old man seemed to revive at the sight of the bottles and abruptly changed his tone.

"I was at the races the other day, my boy," he began telling him, assuming a scared expression. "We were a party of three, and we pooled three roubles on Frisky. And, thanks to that Frisky, we got thirty-two roubles each for our rouble. I can't get on without the races, my boy. It's a gentlemanly diversion. My virago always gives me a dressing over the races, but I go. I love it, and that's all about it."

Boris, a fair-haired young man with a melancholy immobile face, was walking slowly up and down, listening in silence. When the old man stopped to clear his throat, he went up to him and said:

"I bought myself a pair of boots the other day, father, which turn out to be too tight for me. Won't you take them? I'll let you have them cheap."

"If you like," said the old man with a grimace, "only for the price you gave for them, without any cheapening."

"Very well, I'll let you have them on credit."

The son groped under the bed and produced the new boots. The father took off his clumsy, rusty, evidently second-hand boots and began trying on the new ones.

"A perfect fit," he said. "Right, let me keep them. And on Tuesday, when I get my pension, I'll send you the money for them. That's not true, though," he went on, suddenly falling into the same tearful tone again. "And it was a lie about the races, too, and a lie about the pension. And you are deceiving me, Borenka.... I feel your generous tactfulness. I see through you! Your boots were too small, because your heart is too big. Ah, Borenka, Borenka! I understand it all and feel it!"

"Have you moved into new lodgings?" his son interrupted, to change the conversation.

"Yes, my boy. I move every month. My virago can't stay long in the same place with her temper."

"I went to your lodgings, I meant to ask you to stay here with me. In your state of health it would do you good to be in the fresh air."

"No," said the old man, with a wave of his hand, "the woman wouldn't let me, and I shouldn't care to myself. A hundred times you have tried to drag me out of the pit, and I have tried myself, but nothing came of it. Give it up. I must stick in my filthy hole. This minute, here I am sitting, looking at your angel face, yet something is drawing me home to my hole. Such is my fate. You can't draw a dung-beetle to a rose. But it's time I was going, my boy. It's getting dark."

"Wait a minute then, I'll come with you. I have to go to town to-day myself."

Both put on their overcoats and went out. When a little while afterwards they were driving in a cab, it was already dark, and lights began to gleam in the windows.

"I've robbed you, Borenka!" the father muttered. "Poor children, poor children! It must be a dreadful trouble to have such a father! Borenka, my angel, I cannot lie when I see your face. You must excuse me.... What my depravity has come to, my God. Here I have just been robbing you, and put you to shame with my drunken state; I am robbing your brothers, too, and put them to shame, and you should have seen me yesterday! I won't conceal it, Borenka. Some neighbours, a wretched crew, came to see my virago; I got drunk, too, with them, and I blackguarded you poor children for all I was worth. I abused you, and complained that you had abandoned me. I wanted, you see, to touch the drunken hussies' hearts, and pose as an unhappy father. It's my way, you know, when I want to screen my vices I throw all the blame on my innocent children. I can't tell lies and hide things from you, Borenka. I came to see you as proud as a peacock, but when I saw your gentleness and kind heart, my tongue clave to the roof of my mouth, and it upset my conscience completely."

"Hush, father, let's talk of something else."

"Mother of God, what children I have," the old man went on, not heeding his son. "What wealth God has bestowed on me. Such children ought not to have had a black sheep like me for a father, but a real man with soul and feeling! I am not worthy of you!"

The old man took off his cap with a button at the top and crossed himself several times.

"Thanks be to Thee, O Lord!" he said with a sigh, looking from side to side as though seeking for an ikon. "Remarkable, exceptional children! I have three sons, and they are all like one. Sober, steady, hard-working, and what brains! Cabman, what brains! Grigory alone has brains enough for ten. He speaks French, he speaks German, and talks better than any of your lawyers -- one is never tired of listening. My children, my children, I can't believe that you are mine! I can't believe it! You are a martyr, my Borenka, I am ruining you, and I shall go on ruining you.... You give to me endlessly, though you know your money is thrown away. The other day I sent you a pitiful letter, I described how ill I was, but you know I was lying, I wanted the money for rum. And you give to me because you are afraid to wound me by refusing. I know all that, and feel it. Grisha's a martyr, too. On Thursday I went to his office, drunk, filthy, ragged, reeking of vodka like a cellar... I went straight up, such a figure, I pestered him with nasty talk, while his colleagues and superiors and petitioners were standing round. I have disgraced him for life. And he wasn't the least confused, only turned a bit pale, but smiled and came up to me as though there were nothing the matter, even introduced me to his colleagues. Then he took me all the way home, and not a word of reproach. I rob him worse than you. Take your brother Sasha now, he's a martyr too! He married, as you know, a colonel's daughter of an aristocratic circle, and got a dowry with her.... You would think he would have nothing to do with me. No, brother, after his wedding he came with his young wife and paid me the first visit... in my hole.... Upon my soul!"

The old man gave a sob and then began laughing.

"And at that moment, as luck would have it, we were eating grated radish with kvass and frying fish, and there was a stink enough in the flat to make the devil sick. I was lying down -- I'd had a drop -- my virago bounced out at the young people with her face crimson,... It was a disgrace in fact. But Sasha rose superior to it all."

"Yes, our Sasha is a good fellow," said Boris.

"The most splendid fellow! You are all pure gold, you and Grisha and Sasha and Sonya. I worry you, torment you, disgrace you, rob you, and all my life I have not heard one word of reproach from you, you have never given me one cross look. It would be all very well if I had been a decent father to you -- but as it is! You have had nothing from me but harm. I am a bad, dissipated man.... Now, thank God, I am quieter and I have no strength of will, but in old days when you were little I had determination, will. Whatever I said or did I always thought it was right. Sometimes I'd come home from the club at night, drunk and ill-humoured, and scold at your poor mother for spending money. The whole night I would be railing at her, and think it the right thing too; you would get up in the morning and go to school, while I'd still be venting my temper upon her. Heavens! I did torture her, poor martyr! When you came back from school and I was asleep you didn't dare to have dinner till I got up. At dinner again there would be a flare up. I daresay you remember. I wish no one such a father; God sent me to you for a trial. Yes, for a trial! Hold out, children, to the end! Honour thy father and thy days shall be long. Perhaps for your noble conduct God will grant you long life. Cabman, stop!"

The old man jumped out of the cab and ran into a tavern. Half an hour later he came back, cleared his throat in a drunken way, and sat down beside his son.

"Where's Sonya now?" he asked. "Still at boarding-school?"

"No, she left in May, and is living now with Sasha's mother-in-law."

"There!" said the old man in surprise. "She is a jolly good girl! So she is following her brother's example.... Ah, Borenka, she has no mother, no one to rejoice over her! I say, Borenka, does she... does she know how I am living? Eh?"

Boris made no answer. Five minutes passed in profound silence. The old man gave a sob, wiped his face with a rag and said:

"I love her, Borenka! She is my only daughter, you know, and in one's old age there is no comfort like a daughter. Could I see her, Borenka?"

"Of course, when you like."

"Really? And she won't mind?"

"Of course not, she has been trying to find you so as to see you."

"Upon my soul! What children! Cabman, eh? Arrange it, Borenka darling! She is a young lady now, delicatesse, consommé, and all the rest of it in a refined way, and I don't want to show myself to her in such an abject state. I'll tell you how we'll contrive to work it. For three days I will keep away from spirits, to get my filthy, drunken phiz into better order. Then I'll come to you, and you shall lend me for the time some suit of yours; I'll shave and have my hair cut, then you go and bring her to your flat. Will you?"

"Very well."

"Cabman, stop!"

The old man sprang out of the cab again and ran into a tavern. While Boris was driving with him to his lodging he jumped out twice again, while his son sat silent and waited patiently for him. When, after dismissing the cab, they made their way across a long, filthy yard to the "virago's" lodging, the old man put on an utterly shamefaced and guilty air, and began timidly clearing his throat and clicking with his lips.

"Borenka," he said in an ingratiating voice, "if my virago begins saying anything, don't take any notice... and behave to her, you know, affably. She is ignorant and impudent, but she's a good baggage. There is a good, warm heart beating in her bosom!"

The long yard ended, and Boris found himself in a dark entry. The swing door creaked, there was a smell of cooking and a smoking samovar. There was a sound of harsh voices. Passing through the passage into the kitchen Boris could see nothing but thick smoke, a line with washing on it, and the chimney of the samovar through a crack of which golden sparks were dropping.

"And here is my cell," said the old man, stooping down and going into a little room with a low-pitched ceiling, and an atmosphere unbearably stifling from the proximity of the kitchen.

Here three women were sitting at the table regaling themselves. Seeing the visitors, they exchanged glances and left off eating.

"Well, did you get it?" one of them, apparently the "virago" herself, asked abruptly.

"Yes, yes," muttered the old man. "Well, Boris, pray sit down. Everything is plain here, young man... we live in a simple way."

He bustled about in an aimless way. He felt ashamed before his son, and at the same time apparently he wanted to keep up before the women his dignity as cock of the walk, and as a forsaken, unhappy father.

"Yes, young man, we live simply with no nonsense," he went on muttering. "We are simple people, young man.... We are not like you, we don't want to keep up a show before people. No!... Shall we have a drink of vodka?"

One of the women (she was ashamed to drink before a stranger) heaved a sigh and said:

"Well, I'll have another drink on account of the mushrooms.... They are such mushrooms, they make you drink even if you don't want to. Ivan Gerasimitch, offer the young gentleman, perhaps he will have a drink!"

The last word she pronounced in a mincing drawl.

"Have a drink, young man!" said the father, not looking at his son. "We have no wine or liqueurs, my boy, we live in a plain way."

"He doesn't like our ways," sighed the "virago." "Never mind, never mind, he'll have a drink."

Not to offend his father by refusing, Boris took a wineglass and drank in silence. When they brought in the samovar, to satisfy the old man, he drank two cups of disgusting tea in silence, with a melancholy face. Without a word he listened to the virago dropping hints about there being in this world cruel, heartless children who abandon their parents.

"I know what you are thinking now!" said the old man, after drinking more and passing into his habitual state of drunken excitement. "You think I have let myself sink into the mire, that I am to be pitied, but to my thinking, this simple life is much more normal than your life,... I don't need anybody, and... and I don't intend to eat humble pie.... I can't endure a wretched boy's looking at me with compassion."

After tea he cleaned a herring and sprinkled it with onion, with such feeling, that tears of emotion stood in his eyes. He began talking again about the races and his winnings, about some Panama hat for which he had paid sixteen roubles the day before. He told lies with the same relish with which he ate herring and drank. His son sat on in silence for an hour, and began to say good-bye.

"I don't venture to keep you," the old man said, haughtily. "You must excuse me, young man, for not living as you would like!"

He ruffled up his feathers, snorted with dignity, and winked at the women.

"Good-bye, young man," he said, seeing his son into the entry. "Attendez."

In the entry, where it was dark, he suddenly pressed his face against the young man's sleeve and gave a sob.

"I should like to have a look at Sonitchka," he whispered. "Arrange it, Borenka, my angel. I'll shave, I'll put on your suit... I'll put on a straight face... I'll hold my tongue while she is there. Yes, yes, I will hold my tongue! "

He looked round timidly towards the door, through which the women's voices were heard, checked his sobs, and said aloud:

"Good-bye, young man! Attendez."

A Haunted House by Virginia Woolf

Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure--a ghostly couple.

"Here we left it," she said. And he added, "Oh, but here tool" "It's upstairs," she murmured. "And in the garden," he whispered. "Quietly," they said, "or we shall wake them."

But it wasn't that you woke us. Oh, no. "They're looking for it; they're drawing the curtain," one might say, and so read on a page or two. "Now they've found it,' one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the margin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself, the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from the farm. "What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?" My hands were empty. "Perhaps its upstairs then?" The apples were in the loft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had slipped into the grass.

But they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one could ever see them. The windowpanes reflected apples, reflected roses; all the leaves were green in the glass. If they moved in the drawing room, the apple only turned its yellow side. Yet, the moment after, if the door was opened, spread about the floor, hung upon the walls, pendant from the ceiling--what? My hands were empty. The shadow of a thrush crossed the carpet; from the deepest wells of silence the wood pigeon drew its bubble of sound. "Safe, safe, safe" the pulse of the house beat softly. "The treasure buried; the room . . ." the pulse stopped short. Oh, was that the buried treasure?

A moment later the light had faded. Out in the garden then? But the trees spun darkness for a wandering beam of sun. So fine, so rare, coolly sunk beneath the surface the beam I sought always burned behind the glass. Death was the glass; death was between us, coming to the woman first, hundreds of years ago, leaving the house, sealing all the windows; the rooms were darkened. He left it, left her, went North, went East, saw the stars turned in the Southern sky; sought the house, found it dropped beneath the Downs. "Safe, safe, safe," the pulse of the house beat gladly. 'The Treasure yours."

The wind roars up the avenue. Trees stoop and bend this way and that. Moonbeams splash and spill wildly in the rain. But the beam of the lamp falls straight from the window. The candle burns stiff and still. Wandering through the house, opening the windows, whispering not to wake us, the ghostly couple seek their joy.

"Here we slept," she says. And he adds, "Kisses without number." "Waking in the morning--" "Silver between the trees--" "Upstairs--" 'In the garden--" "When summer came--" 'In winter snowtime--" "The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart.

Nearer they come, cease at the doorway. The wind falls, the rain slides silver down the glass. Our eyes darken, we hear no steps beside us; we see no lady spread her ghostly cloak. His hands shield the lantern. "Look," he breathes. "Sound asleep. Love upon their lips."

Stooping, holding their silver lamp above us, long they look and deeply. Long they pause. The wind drives straightly; the flame stoops slightly. Wild beams of moonlight cross both floor and wall, and, meeting, stain the faces bent; the faces pondering; the faces that search the sleepers and seek their hidden joy.

"Safe, safe, safe," the heart of the house beats proudly. "Long years--" he sighs. "Again you found me." "Here," she murmurs, "sleeping; in the garden reading; laughing, rolling apples in the loft. Here we left our treasure--" Stooping, their light lifts the lids upon my eyes. "Safe! safe! safe!" the pulse of the house beats wildly. Waking, I cry "Oh, is this your buried treasure? The light in the heart."

GUE benci anak ROHIS!

hahahah...manggaff yow..kalo nih judul agak sedikit provakatif dan tendisius,tp nggak ada maksud lain dech....swerr dech...biar di samber duit semilyar dan ketimpa durian mateng..gw rela dech...hahay..
nama gue tarno parwono adi susmoko di ningrat ,gue lahir dari lingkungan yang ngak kondusif bangetssss dach,nokib udah biasa,pacaran sama cokrie2 udah jadi tradisi,kosbun udah bukan jadi aib lagi.tapi untung nya smp kelas 3 gue udah mulai ikut liqo sekalipun cuma formalitas,dan karena paksaan abang gue hehe.
waaktu nya lulus dari smp udah tiba ,sekarang waktux cari2 sekolah.jujur kalo gue sih maunya masuk STM(susu telom madu),,tp abang gue nyuruh masuk SMA aja ..ikut aja dach.

akhir nye gue di terima di SMA 14 ya cukup favorit lah,dan anak2 nya asyik2 men.gaul2 bangetss dach.
tapi ada yang cukup mengganjal mata ,menahan jantung dan menyesakan nafas gue setiap hari ,mereka adalah sekelompok anak2 yang gue bilang sok alim,mereka tergabung dalam KOMUNITAS ROHIS karena belum legal .
udah pake celana di gulung kaya kebanjiran aja.
kalo istirahat bukan nya pada jajan eh malah sholat duha..
udah gitu udah pake jenggot tipis segala lagi..
terus juga manggil nya ane, ente,,lu kira disini di arab ckckckck.
tapi dari kebencian itu justru malah lahir rasa penasaran kepada mereka Dan sebener nya MAHLUK apa mereka sebenar nya ckckckck.
pada suatu hari gue ketemu dengan salah satu sesepuh di rohis,bulu kuduk gue jadi merinding nih..ckckckckck
bicara nya hangat,sopan dan akademis bangetss.beliau adalah bang paijo..
..akhi antum bisa hadir nomat film palestine menagis nggak??
maaf bang nama gue BUKAN "akhi"nama gue Tarno...T.A.R.N.O ..bang
hehe..Akhi itu arti nya saudar ku TAR..
Oh..IYa dech insyaallah bang...
........................................................................................to be continue

CINTa....

Rasa cinta itu aneh biN rumet  bangetssssssss ya guys . Nggak mengenal status kaya atau miskin,jelek atau cakep dan juga suka tiba-tiba aja datang begitu aja . dia hadir dalam petualangan  jiwa, menguras  hati, mengaduk-mengaduk perasaan, yang akhirnya muncul rasa suka dan rindu. Duh repot dech, tak terhitug banyak sastrawaan yang berhasil menorehkan kata-kata puitisnya tentang cinta. Sebab cinta itu naluriah. Pasti dimiliki oleh seluruh manusia, termasuk hewan. Allah udah memberikan rasa itu kepada manusia. Firman-Nya:
“Dijadikan indah pada (pandangan) manusia kecintaan kepada apa-apa yang diingini, yaitu: wanita-wanita, anak-anak,” (QS Ali Imraan [3]:14)
Nah,,sob, gimana jadinya kalo sesama aktivis kampus  muncul rasa cinta? Nggak masalah. Sah-sah saja kok. Bahkan sangat mungkin terjadi. Itu naluriah. Cuma, tetap harus aman dan terkendali. Nggak boleh mengganggu stabilitas internasional (ciiee.. bahasanya presiden banget tuh!). Iya, saat cinta menggoda, jarang yang bisa bertahan dari godaannya yang kadang menggelapkan mata dan hati seseorang. Jangan heran dong kalo sampe ada yang nekat pacaran. Wah, aktivis kampus(aktifis dakwah) kok pacaran?
Sobat  UTM, itu sebabnya kamu kudu bisa jaga diri. Ukhuwah islamiyah di antara sesama aktivis kampus tentunya nggak dinodai dengan perbuatan yang mencemarkan nama baik organisasi, nama baik kamu, nama baik sesama aktivis kampus, dan yang jelas kesucian Islam. Jangan sampe ada omongan, “aktivis dakwah aja pacarannya kuat, tuh! Muna deh!”. Coba, gimana kalo sampe ada yang bilang begitu? Nyesek bin kesel bangetsss  kan? Jelas lebih dahsyat dari wabah flu burung  tuh! Upss…
Kalo udah gitu, bisa ngerusak predikat tuh. Bener. Sebab, serangan kepada orang yang punya predikat ‘paham agama’ lebih kenceng. Jadi kalo ada aktivis kampus yang notaben nya aktifis dakwah LDK  yang pacaran, orang di sekililing mereka dengan sengit mengolok-olok, mencemooh, bahkan mencibir sinis. Kejam juga ya? Bandingkan dengan orang yang belum paham agama, atau nggak aktif di organisasi kerohanian Islam, biasa-biasa aja tuh. Sobat, inilah semacam ‘hukuman sosial’ yang kudu ditanggung seseorang yang udah dipandang ngerti. Padahal, sama aja dosanya. Tapi, seolah lebih besar kalo itu dilakukan oleh aktivis pengajian. Gaswatttttt....
Wajar juga sih pandangan seperti itu. Sebab, umat kan lagi nyari siapa yang dapat ia percayai dan teladani dalam kehidupannya. Jadi, jangan khianati kepercayaan mereka kepadamu hanya gara-gara soal cinta yang kebablasan. Sebab, mereka menganggap bahwa kamu mampu menjaga diri dan mungkin orang lain. Nah, kalo kemudian kamu melakukan perbuatan yang merendahkan martabatmu, rasanya pantes banget kalo kemudian mereka nggak percaya lagi sama kamu yang aktif di ORGANISASI mu. Betul apa betul?
Sobat UTM , cinta seketika bisa datang menggoda, hadir dalam jiwa, memenuhi rongga dada,MENYESAKAN PERNAPASAAN hehehemati dong!!!!!, dan membawa asa yang menghempaskan segala duka yang pernah ada. Hmm.. kalo itu yang kamu rasakan, harap hati-hati. Ukhuwah di antara kamu jangan dinodai dengan aktivitas bejat, meskipun atas nama cinta. Berbahaya. Jangan heran kalo bang Kholil Gibran pernah bikin puisi seperti ini: “Cinta berlalu di hadapan kita, terbalut dalam kerendahan hati, tetapi kita lari darinya dalam ketakutan, atau bersembunyi di dalam kegelapan; atau yang lain mengejarnya, untuk berbuat jahat atas namanya”
sahabat mau tau kah kalian cinta yang sebenar nya cinta ,Cinta yang jika sesorang memiliki nya akan bahagia lah ia selama nya.
Cinta jika sesorang mempunyai nya akan terasa manis goresan luka
Cinta jika seseorang mendapati nya tak akan hambar jalan hidup nya
Cinta seperti apakah itu,cinta kepada siapakah itu????
Cinta itu adalah cinta yang membuat mushab bi umair memutuskan untuk meninggalkan ibu nya karena ke kufuran nya
Cinta itu adalah cinta yang membuat teguh seorang bilal di bawah cambukan dan tindihan batu ummayah.
Cinta itulah yang mengerakan salaman al-farisi di masa pencarian nya
Cinta yang membuat hasan al-banna mati di bawah dentuman senjata
Cinta yang memunculkan semangat taqiyudin an-nabhani membangun kembali khilafah
Cinta yang  memngokohkan komitemen sayyid qutb di bawah tiang gantungan penguasa
Cinta yang di ajar kan nabi Muhammad kepada umat nya.
Cinta itu adalah cinta kepada yang maha agung ALLAH swt.
So,,,sahabat saat nya kita deklarasikan bahwa kita adalah pemuda islam yang telah ternetlarisir dari VMJ (virus merah jambu),sobat kita harus bersabar dulu,jika saya ibarat kan saat ini aktivis baik ikhwan maupun akhwat sedang dalam kondisi berpuasa dan akan datang masa nya untuk berbuka.

Semenjak dikeluarkan nya dekrit presiden NO.316 yang ditetap kan di Jakarta oleh sang proklamator Indonesia soekarno , kini tiap tanggal 22 desember di jadikan sebagai hari ibu nasional dan di rayakan dengan berbagai macam cara, ada nya penaggalan yang special terhadap kaum ibu ini adalah suatu bentuk apresiasi besar  terhadap jasa seorang ibu dalam melakukan dan menciptakan sebuah perubahan-perubahan dan peradaban  besar. seorang besar mustahil jika tidak di lahirkan dari seorang ibu yang berjiwa besar .

seperti hal nya sebuah perumpamaan seekor singa tidakakan pernah melahirkan seekor domba,begitu pun sebaliknya seekor domba tidak mungkin melahirkan seekor anak singa ,oleh sebab itu menumbuhkan sifat dan karaktern ke ibuan haruslah di tanamkan sejak awaloleh seluruh kaum wanita dimanapun berada

dalam sebuah diskusi bersama dr.Amin rais salah seorang calon presiden RI tahun 2009 laluia pernah mengatakan “ketika memimpin teman2aktivis untuk menggulikan rezim tirani soeharto  di Indonesia pada tahun 1998, banyaksekali interpensi dari berbagai kalangan untuk menghentikan aksi nya tersebut dikarena mengancam jiwanya dan alas an lain-lain , namun ia tidak pernah dan tak akan pernah  menghentikan aksi nya tersebut karena ibu nya berbicara “lanjutkan perjuangan mu min jika itu memang benar”. Belum lagi kisah tentang wanita mesir  yang selalu melantunkan ayat-ayat suci yang indah pada anak-anaknya pagi dan sore berdoa , dengan sebuah harapan besar nya adalah kelak suatu saat anak-anaknya menjadi seorang yang mencintai AL-QUR’an dan hidup dalam naungan AL-qur’an yang suci,dengan nilai-nilai kesolehan,keimanan  dan kesabaran ia berhasil melahirkan dan membina anak yang menjadi garda depan dalam menentang sebuah sebuah kedzholiman ,anak yang menghidupkan kemabali nilai-nilai AL-QURAN. yaitu penulis dan pejuang dakwah sejati syekh sayyid quthb rahimakumullah dalam pengantar bukunya TANWIRUL FANY FII QUR’AN.

Banyak tinta sejarah mencatat tentang betapa besar nya peran seorang ibu dalam melakukan sebuah perubahan kemudian tentang  Asma' binti Abu Bakar yang menjadi inspirasi dan mengobarkan motivasi anaknya untuk terus berjuang melawan kezaliman. "Isy kariman au mut syahiidan! (Hiduplah mulia, atau mati syahid!)," kata Asma' kepada Abdullah bin Zubair. Maka Ibnu Zubair pun terus bertahan dari gempuran Hajjaj bin Yusuf as-Saqafi, ia kokoh mempertahankan keimanan dan kemuliaan tanpa mau tunduk kepada kezaliman. Hingga akhirnya Ibnu Zubair syahid. Namanya abadi dalam sejarah syuhada' dan kata-kata Asma' abadi hingga kini. Kemudian kisah tentang Shafiyyah binti Maimunah yang rela menggendong anaknya yang masih balita ke masjid untuk shalat Subuh berjamaah. Keteladanan dan kesungguhan Shafiyyah mampu membentuk karakter  anaknya untuk taat beribadah, gemar ke masjid dan mencintai ilmu. Kelak, ia tumbuh menjadi ulama hadits dan imam Madzhab. Ia tidak lain adalah Imam Ahmad.

Oleh sebab itu peran sentral dari seorang ibu harus menjadi perhatian penuh seluruh lapisan aspek masyarakat baik dari tingkat terkecil ormas ,LSM hingga ketingkatan terbesar pemerintah dalam hal ini.sebelum presiden soekarno mengeluarkan dekrit tentang penghormatan terhadaps eorang ibu ,jauh dari abad sebelumnay seorang Muhammad telah mendeklarasika ini semua kepada seluruh umat manusia di dunia, tentang betapa penting peran seorang ibu,ketika salah seorang bertanya kepada belaiau  siapa kah ornga yang harus aku hormati wahai rosul?kemudia rosul menjawab hormatilah ibu mu ,lalu siapa lagi ya rosul ?’IBU mu “ ,kemudia “IBU mu”,kemudian ya rosul “ayah mu”.begitulah islam mengajarkan tentang penghormatan tinggi terhadap seorang ibu dan peran nya dalam membangun generasi –generasi peradaban sampai ada sebuah peryataan bahwa surge berada di telapak kaki ibu alangkah luar biasa nya penghargaan islam terhadap seorang ibu.

Akan tetapi saat inimenjadi sebuah tugas besar bangsa dan Negara ini untuk meningkatkan karakter seorang ibu,permasalahan terbesar dalammembangun karakter seorang ibu ialah membagun karakter wanita muda di Indonesia.bisa di lihat dalam data saat ini Setiap tahun rata-rata 9.000 perempuan di Indonesia melakukan aborsi. Dari jumlah itu, 30% adalah remaja berusia 15-24 tahun. Demikian hasil studi Perkumpulan Keluarga Berencana Indonesia (PKBI) yang dilakukan 2000 sampai 2004 di sembilan kota besar seperti Medan, Bandung, Jakarta, Yogyakarta, Semarang, Denpasar, Surabaya, Mataram dan Manado.

Hasil studi ini mengambarkan, 37.700 perempuan mengalami kehamilan yang tidak diinginkan. Dari jumlah itu, 30% adalah masih remaja, 27% belum menikah, 12,5% masih berstatus pelajar atau mahasiswa dan sisanya adalah ibu rumah tangga. “Persentase besar ada di tiga kota, yaitu Yogyakarta, Denpasar dan Mataram. Untuk itu, PKBI melakukan studi banding secara kualitatif di tiga kota besar itu. Hasilnya belum dipublikasikan,” kata Direktur Eksekutif PKBI Inne Silviane di sela-sela sebuah seminar. (Media Indonesia, 29/11/05)

Kemudian Komnas Perempuan mencatat, sejak 1998 hingga 2010 ada 295.836 kasus kekerasan terhadap perempuan. Sebanyak 91.311 di antaranya kasus kekerasan seksual. Ironis, terlebih kasus pemerkosaan menempati peringkat pertama yang sering terjadi. Sebanyak 4.391 perempuan di Indonesia mengalami pemerkosaan. Sementara itu, pada peringkat kedua aksi kejahatan yang menimpa perempuan, yakni kasus perdagangan manusia untuk tujuan seksual, ada sekira 1.359 kasus. Adapun kasus pelecehan seksual menempati peringkat ketiga dengan 1.049 kasus.

Data korban pemerkosaan, dan kasus pelecehan seksual di atas merupakan bagian dari data 8.326 kasus yang datanya terpilah dari total 91.311 kasus kekerasan seksual. Sementara sisanya, 82.985 kasus adalah gabungan dari kasus perkosaan, pelecehan seksual, dan eksploitasi seksual. Data ini didapat dalam rentang waktu 1998-2010, sehingga angka sesungguhnya perempuan korban perkosaan, , dan pelecehan seksual bisa lebih tinggi dari data di atas.

ANEH DAH NIH INDONESIA....

asalamualikum
NAJIH MAU CERITA...

eh sob...tau nggak gue  tuh kesel bangets dah ...sama perfilman indonesia,khusus nya film HOROR  nya..
karena judul nya aneh dan nggak keren  banget,,,
masa ada film judul nya pocong keliling......itu pocong apa tukang ronda..
ada lagi film horor judul nya kuntilanak kesurupan....itu berarti sebagai setan dia gagal,,sob..
terus tau nggak film pocong VS kuntil anak....eh sob secara tidak sadar kita telah mengadu domba mereka berdua...ya udah jelas kalah pocong lah...kan dia di iket kaya permen lolypop...ya nggak adill lah....

* (banyak film yang lebih mendidik buat kita lihat sob,,dari pada ngelihat film nggakjelas kaya gitu)

apa lagi sinertron-sinetron nya lebih aneh,,......
coba deh sob lihat deh film di indosiar....masa ada orang pergi kepasar naik elang,,,ke kampus naik naga.....emang nya di kampus ada parkiran naga apa...aneh bgetss kan capek dah.
ada lagi judul film putri yang tertukar.....nggak sekalian ibu yang ketuker.. atau bapak yang ketuker aduh  aneh bgetsssss..udah begitu kisah nya sedihhhhhhhhh semua lagi....

*(hati-hati sob dengan sinetron-sinetron,yang menanamkan pemikiran pada kita nggak jelas,,wanita-wanita selaludi jadi kan sosok yang lemah,padahal wanita2 islam adalah sosok yang tangguh sob...)


gue juga kesel sama sistem perpacaran di indonesia...
biasa nya (SEBAGIAN) cewek memberikan kita pilihan dengan memilih mereka..
cowok : say,,maaf ya aku malem ini aku nggak bisa kerumah kamu...
cewek :emang mau ngapain?
cowok :aku mau nonton bola
cewek :jadi kamu lebih pilih bola dari pada aku...
cowok :oh..sekalian ngerjakan tugas kuliah juga
cewek:jadi kamu lebih milih tugas dari pada aku.
cowok:ok..baik..baik...aku akan kerumah mu
cewek : jadi kamu lebih memilih rumah ku dari pada aku....
udah mati aje tch..cowok.....

*(maka nya jangan pacaran hehehe  nikah aja lebih mantapppks..)

gue juga kesel sama ( SEBAGIAN ) cewek,
biasanya cewek kalo jadi'an mereka akan memaksa kita untuk mengingagt semua tanggal..
tanggal pertama kali jadia,,tanggal pertama kali makan bareng,tanggal main kerumah,tanggalseratus hari,hantal ke 1000 hari....capek..

*(makanya cari istrie yang solehah,tapi perbaiki diri dulu dong biar sobat-sobat layak buat mereka)
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maafin gue ye....kalo ada kata2 yang salah ...^_^      tulisan ini HANYA iseng  aja sahabat muda ku.

Qardhawi: Persatuan Sangat Mendesak

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Ketua persatuan ulama muslim sedunia; Al-Allamah DR. Yusuf Al-Qardhawi, merespon seruan Raja Arab Saudi, Abdullah bin Abdul Aziz, agar negara-negara teluk berpindah dari fase ta'awun (kerjasama) kepada fase ittihad (persatuan). Beliau menegaskan bahwa "Persatuan menjadi kebutuhan besar di dunia yang semakin beraliansi ini."

DR. Yusuf Al-Qardhawi menyampaikan hal itu dalam acara Asy-Syariah wal Hayat yang dipancarkan oleh chanel Aljazeera. Beliau berkata, "Persatuan kini menjadi kebutuhan besar di dunia yang kian beraliansi. Bersatunya negara-negara akan memberikan keuntungan besar bagi rakyat."

Syekh Yusuf Al-Qardhawi meminta agar warga teluk menjadi contoh persatuan di tengah di dunia Arab dan Islam. Beliau juga berharap agar lima negara Arab barat juga bersatu.

Adapun tentang bahaya rasial di tengah masyarakat Islam dan Arab, Syekh Qardhawi menyerukan agar keberpihakan tidak dibangun berdasarkan hal ini.

Al-Qardhawi juga mengkritik PM Irak; Nuri Al-Maliki dengan mengatakan bahwa dia ingin menjadikan Irak sebagai pengikut Iran dan mengelurkan anggaran yang besar untuk membantu rezim Suriah dalam menghadapi rakyat yang menentangnya.

Beliau menegaskan bahwa "Irak bukan iran, dia wajib menjadi pribadi independen." Ditegaskan pula bahwa sumber dasar perselisishan antara Al-Maliki dan Thariq Al-Hasyimi, wakil presiden Irak, sebabnya adalah 'bahwa pihak kedua (Al-Hasyimi) menolak program Al-Maliki.' Yang hendak mengekor dengan kepentingan Teheran serta menguras harta Irak untuk menyelamatkan rezim Suriah.

Seminggu sebelumnya, Syekh telah menyerukan agar negara teluk bersatu. Hal itu disampaikan tak lama setelah usulan Raja Abdullah bin Abdulaziz yang disampaikan pada pertemuan tingkat tinggi ke 32 persatuan negara teluk yang diselenggarakan di Riyadh.[Islamtoday/ak]