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Unlucky Day
Today I was invited to my friend’s wedding party in village around Lampeunurut at 09 am. I woke up at 06 am, took a bath, and prayed. Then at 08.30 I put my best fashion style on my body to get attention from the visitors in that party and I used good shoes. I arrived there at 10 am with Umam, my friend. Lilis as the owner of the party suddenly met me and said if there was no one wanted to wash the plate behind the house.
Nevertheless I did not know if I would be a plate washer there with my best fashion style. Umam yelled and said “your fashion is too nice to be just a plate washer ! hahaha…” he laughed. ‘incomplete mission’ I answered Umam’s statement in my heart. I wished a sweet girl would come and accompany me washing plate behind the house. It seems not a girl came but an old man that came and helped me washing the plate.
At 02 pm I tried to see guesses came more and more, and plates been more and more as well. My style became very dirty with everything in the plates and I was very tired worked behind the house only with a silent old man. I finished my work at 04 pm when all the guesses were back. I went home at 05 pm. Today was an unlucky day for me.
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Go Fishing
Today at 4 pm I went fishing with two my friends which were Muhsin and Cutlem. We went to Lhoknga because there were big waves and deep sea with lot of fish in the sea. After buying some mineral water and two packs of cigarette we went to the small stone-mountain in front of PT. SAI because the mountain had a good place to get some fishes.
When we arrived there, we found a very nice situation to enjoy our fishing with little wind and slowly waves flowed. The place that we choosed to fish was on a big stone which was high and we considered that there were much fish under the stone. After about 10 minutes we sit there suddenly Muhsin got a big fish on his fishing. He was very happy and yelled “yeah!!! This one is bigger but I want to get a biggest one in this sea..!”. “be careful! I do not want to see you fly to the water because of your happiness!”. I replied.
I smoked my cigarette while waiting my fish came, the waves became bigger and bigger because wind flowed faster. After several minutes, suddenly a big wave came very fast, I thought this wave absolutely would hit us if we did not move soon from the stone. “Move! Run! I don’t want to die here. Move to the higher place!” I said. We run fast and reached a big tree. I saw the big wave hit the stone which were we sit before extremely and I saw the fish that was found by Muhsin fall to the water. We were saved but the fish fall again to the sea and lost. We were very afraid because almost die at that time. Then we were back without any fish in hand.
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Journey to Pulau Nasi
Several months ago I went to Pulau Nasi with nine of my friends. We bought the ticket in Ule Lheue at 8 am because vary ship would start to go to Pulau Nasi at 10 o’clock. We drank a cup of coffee in canteen while waiting the ship ready to move. At 10 am we went to the ship and had a seat but there was something strange, the ship was not moving till 30 minutes. I tried to ask the passenger, he said the waves were too big and probably we couldn’t be there. Then I concluded to cancel travelling to Pulau Nasi but my friends said we had to be there because that was the only chance which was the holiday.
We came back to canteen and sit there to solve the problem. Finally we concluded to go with a small boat that used by fisherman to get fish in the sea. The fisherman said if he had no responsible if there something happened in our travelling. Then we started to go, the boat run fast on the water and on the big waves we passed one by one. When we were in the middle of the sea I saw the waves became bigger. We became very afraid because the big wave hit our boat and the water mengenai our body. We just could say ‘lailahalallaah’ at that time because we thought we could not reach pelabuhan Deudap.
After many scary events were overlooked, finally we reached the pelabuhan deudap. Alhamdulillah we were saved by Allah and we could enjoy our journey to Pulau Nasi as an amazing experience.
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Pasir Putih
Pasir Putih is one of tourism destinations in Banda Aceh. It has beautiful panorama and white sand, that is why it is called Pasir Putih. Last Sunday I and my friends went there to spend holiday. My friends burned some chicken and fishes for lunch. Nevertheless I did not join them to burn them chicken and fishes, I just spared myself to sit under a tree and enjoy the wonderful panorama.
Sitting on a stump and looking at the amazing panorama that given by Allah to his servants. White sand was seen from eastern side, green jungle was seen from back, blue sea was seen in front of beach, and bright sky as the complement of this amazing panorama.
If you come there you would feel something different from what you feel when you visit the other place. Pasir Putih could make you feel refresh and relax. You can spend your holiday here and forget your business for a while.
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The Organization
In my opinion, organization in my college is a kind of education. Organization is to learn how to be lead and how to lead. In IAIN Ar-Raniry institute, there is no special curriculum or subject that focuses on leadership-education. Therefore I think by joining one of many organization in our college is very important in order to learn how to be a good leader when we finish the study from our institute.
For me myself, organization is absolutely important. I began to join the organization when I was in junior high school, I was the leader of my class and the leader of OSIS at that time. When I was in senior high school I was the leader of my class, OSIS, and also the leader of ROHIS. Finally in this lovely institute I ever been a member of BEMA IAIN, EDSA, and now I am the leader of MPM-FT ( Majelis Perwakilan Mahasiswa Fakultas Tarbiyah ) IAIN Ar-Raniry.
Although the organization is not one of our curriculums in IAIN, the students dituntut to join at least one organization. From this organization he/she will learn how to make a program, how to make a good plan, how to communicate each other, how to deliver a good speech that make people believe on what he/she says, and how to organize the work and the member in a good organizing. That is why I argue that organization is one of education to face the real world one day later.
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Day Without Money
For most of people money is number one including me. Nevertheless not all of people ever felt how is life without money even one rupiah. Lack of money probably can be felt by everyone because it is relative to measure how much money will be enough, it depends on the owner of the money.
I have ever felt how difficult and what a hard life without money even one rupiah for two days. It was too hard to life without money. I was hungry at the day but I could not buy anything to eat, I did not eat anything till sleeping at night, and I could not smoke the cigarette. I felt stomachache and headache very much.
When I woke up in the morning I got one massage which asked me to take the money from ATM, my father sent me some money although I did not tell him if I were too hungry and had no money to buy even a cake at that time. Everything is expensive in Banda Aceh so prepare yourself for every condition includes the empty stock of your money.
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The Dream Comes True?
Last Saturday night I was so tired because I was just back from campus. There were many activities at my college. I just wanted to sleep while imagine and pray may I would pass the student exchange test to go to Canada for six months. When I was in my imagination my phone ringed suddenly. “Reza Unsyiah Calling..” my phone screen wrote. Reza said that he and I pass the test and I had to prepare everything because next week we will be in Canada. I was so happy listening to this news. Then I could not sleep anymore, I felt the morning will become so long that night. I could not express my pride feeling.
Today is Monday that the day I will go to airport and then be in Canada. Then I am picked up by Reza’s car to go to Sultan Iskandar Muda Airport. We huge each family and get into the plane. I see the beautiful earth face from the sky, mountain, sea, and city are so amazing. Then I feel sleepy in my happy feeling. I sleep in the plane.
Reza wakes me up and said that we are in Vancouver Airport Canada right now. I can’t believe it. Then we get in a bus to go to L'Hermitage Hotel. When we are on the way to the hotel I feel strange, I see a tower which is look like Monas tower in Jakarta and after several minutes I see JW Marriott hotel. My heart says is it same Canada as Jakarta? And I do not see the white people, I just see the people that is same as Indonesian people. Finally I see ‘Sejahtera Gallery’ shop. The shop’s name is written using Bahasa Indonesia. Is it Indonesia or Canada?
In my confusion suddenly I listen to a voice, it becomes closer to me and it seems call me. “Jabbar, wake up! Wake up! You are almost late. Now is 7.30. You have class at 08 o’clock…!” my roommate said. My god.. It is just a dream. Just a dream. I am not in Canada but in my bed room.
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The Short Massage Service
Tonight, I am just back from internet café, I am operator there. In my tiredness of my work I sit on a chair which is in front of my house. I look at the sky, there is a lot of star. I realize that I am not a child now, I am an adult. Suddenly my phone rings the SMS tone surprised me. I reach my hand phone and open the massage. “Assalamualaikum… apakabar Jabbar? Sehat kan? Gimana kuliahnya? Lancar? BY LIA”. Written on my phone screen. Lia?
Lia is my pass time, my first love, and she is someone that honorable for me. I have not known anything about her since three years ago. She was a girl who gave me the spirit to survive in my study. She motivated me to further my study till finish. Nevertheless we have broken since three years ago, after breaking with me she did not use hand phone anymore, and now she sends me one short massage.
I am glad to know that she still remember me and still remember my phone number although we did not meet for three years. Three years is not short time to remember one phone number. Tonight one short massage can make me feel so glad. Thanks for everything, Lia.
Poem
Come thoughts let us think you deeply now that morning has come.
The light makes you seem strong enough to scrape off the darkness
as though we had a shard and the night were skin.
The light makes you seem strong enough to scrape off the darkness
as though we had a shard and the night were skin.
There's a gecko on the granite floor.
His belly pulses like spring water.
He's frightened. He's alert.
He waits without understanding.
As with us
when suddenly a hello turns into a goodbye.
His belly pulses like spring water.
He's frightened. He's alert.
He waits without understanding.
As with us
when suddenly a hello turns into a goodbye.
The Miracle Of Friendship
There is a miracle called Friendship
that dwells within the heart
and you don't know how it happens
or when it even starts.
But the happiness it brings you
always gives a special lift
and you realize that Friendship
is God's most precious gift.
There is a miracle called Friendship
that dwells within the heart
and you don't know how it happens
or when it even starts.
But the happiness it brings you
always gives a special lift
and you realize that Friendship
is God's most precious gift.
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