Morning IV

How are you, Qaddafi? I think, many people looking for Qaddafi--he was lost since the TNC take over of Libya's government. Some of them wanna make sure that this leader of Libya is still alive. And others, wanna deliver him to International Supreme Court [CMIIW] in the name of violation of human right. Well, Qaddafi is one of the most-wanted person in the world. I know Qaddafi, for first time, as a good leader from Middle East. "Good", in Middle East, not always similar with democratic, fairness, respect on human rights, and something similiar with this. It's just simple: authoritarian-less. No more. But it's meaningfull. Authoritarian-less means that the government provides a system can share the power. It's also means the wealth of nation distributes by the government--in many ways--to the people. "Good" also related with promoting women's right. In this term, Qaddafi initiate something called Mu'tamar Sy'ab (People Congress)--we can explore it well in Green Book volume 1. It's not bad idea when compare with other countries: many leader loves to be king, with centered power, rather than shares the power with the prime minister or vice president, and also the people--the true owner of sovereignity and power. Mu'tamar Sya'b provides a system making people to be a decision maker for their life. Rizal Sukma said Libya is better than others petro dollar country in Middle East--Libya is welfare state. The government didn't monopolize the petroleum. Other book said, Qaddafi build many school for women. When it compares with Afganistan now, it's a big thing of course. Women, by Qaddafi's policy, can acces many area even military. Qaddafi did it after succesfully coup d'etat in 1st September 1969. But now everything it's gonna bad. Mu'tamar Sya'b is one system, and decision making is another one. Qaddafi, in the fact, is the center of everything. And the women just supporter. So many people and countries criticize him in the name of democracy. But it'sn not just simple as that. Libya blessed (or cursed?) with petroleum. And, Qaddafi / Libya promotes Uni of Africa. Uni Africa makes Africa well controlled in one system--just like Uni of Europe. It's means, nobody can control Africa without Qaddafi's permission. And nobody access the petroleum also. But, Qaddafi's era is over now. Let us know the TNC works. And we can see what NATO's want from Libya. But, the aspiration of Libyan's people is everything.. Jakarta. 18 September 2011

Morning III

Now, I believe what woman activist said: talking about equality is useless when the developed and undeveloped people meet. It doesn't mean that the ideas of Kartini is useless. Now it's important, it's irreplaceable. The problem is how to keep the meaning well-understanding and well-parcticed now. Yes, it's about the actor. The developed people means the people aware how important equalities are: respect, non-discriminative, zero tolerance for voilence, freedom, and so on and they practice it when keep contact with others. The undeveloped people is the contrary. May they know about the ideas, can memorize Kartini's biography well, study about feminism in college--but non sens: they ignore it. I talk about the professor. He obtain his Ph.D from one of top ten university abroad. But the problem is himself. He discussed with us (the student) about religion and sociology. He explained us about the definition, theories, and methods--the focus is method. I just shaked my head due to the way he chooses to do introductory session. He asked me to be the last person who introduced theirself and ask my mobile number as joking--I the only one woman in the class. I show my objection but it's continue--making woman to be the object of study--and my mates loves it, I suppose. Then I said to mates; please think first before you argue on some issues. I said like that when they did the simlar statement: blaming the woman. Then other mate said: the professor it's so funny, it's common. He said like that because the proffessor involve with the training and my mate is the participant. But, I said, there many jokes you can make, without blaming woman. I did this when the professor out of class for a while. I can't count "the jokes" or the samples talk with us--I choose to forget it--but I want to tell one of them. He said, how is your opinion when I hug this women (read; me)? He said: I want, very much but I can't because the norm, the sharia prohibit it. Almost the class laugh. It's hurts. It's annoying. It's harrasment....Do I doing exxageration? I don't think so. I keep silent. I forgive up for giving warning. Actually, I said to the professor, before this joke is released, that the class is academic environment, what he did is a kind of harrasment--but I don't know what the respons is. The class was so rush, I can't explain my argument well. I just hope somebody say something to him. But no one. I stop pay attention to the class, the mates, an the professor, then. I get frustated for getting bad treatment. Just look the books, look the down. And professor said, without empathiness, don't be angry, Mbak. What? How come? I just wanna be angry--much. To be honest, I can't believe what he did in academic aspect and treat the student today. My friend said that he suggest the topic of his final paper to be neutral, objective. But, with the student in class, he was being subjective person--he defines everything based on his opininon, not feminist opinion, especially on something so-called harrasment. Contractditio interminis. He shaked our hand, finally, before the class closing and ask apoligies for everything make us hurted--I do and I smiled. But, for me, it's healing nothing. Just ceremonial stuff. Dunno what cross in his mind when I looked him and keep smiling. I didn't forgive him yet. I keep my dissapointment my self, then told it in lunch time with my (woman) mate: she support me much. She get the same treatment in the same day, but from the mates--his professor is clear and firm about the ideas of equality. She told me that her (man) mate avoid her when he shared the paper. What kind of this treatment? Just for your information, the man, and almost the class, is well-educated people in religious issues. They know well our prophet PBUH respect woman much. It's hurted in usual days--and it's very hurted in Kartini's day. Well, finally, I have to say: so many undeveloped people around us. Please, never associated this term released by New Order regime--i dislike it and you too, I think. It's about the people aware and practice the equality. And, discussing this term didn't meant I'm the typical of developed person. I just can't stop to criticize the attitude of undeveloped people whoever he/she is that treat everybody badly because they are women. Last but not least, it's difficult to implement the ideas of Ibu Kartini. In the past, I believe that education will be the best way for eradicating the oppression of woman. It's not true--no matter what we've done with our education--we are still under-pressed by patriarchal rules. The level of education, I quote my friend statement, just making us know about the oppression better. How to eradicate the opression is other bussines. It's happen when the developed-women and developed-men meet. I do believe. Unforgettable Kartini's Day 21th April 2011 20.19 WIB

Morning II

Yeterday everybody is invited by Majelis Shalawat Gus Dur to celebrates Maulid Nabi, the day when Muhammad PBUH was born, in Ciganjur. I didn’t attend. My friend said that this moment was full with people. What cross in my mind for first time is Gus Dur and his fans. People respect on him, and loves him at the same times. They attend everything related with Gus Dur with passion—including many celebration dedicated to the late. Yes, Gus Dur is a brilliant person. He is so brave and has a great vision. It’s based on his idea how to treat diversity, how to deal with Islam and local culture, and how to keep Indonesia on the track. Many experts discuss about this topic. Many books have written for these themes—I read it for two or three. Gus Dur become a subject, a discipline of knowledge, then. I would never discuss about this. My understanding is not good enough to do it. Actually, I just wanna write about the legacy Gus Dur practically. Gus Dur is a good husband, indeed. He cooperated with his beloved wife, Shinta Nuriyah spent the time to create a happy family. It’s not ashamed to do caring about baby, to do household’s tasks, etc. He respect Shinta Nuriyah also: he said to their daughter: “Never ever angry with your Mom. She did everything for us. We can live because of her effort”. Shinta wakes up on the midnight to fry the peanut, pack, and sell them. Shinta also produces es mambo, an fruity iced drink packed with plastic. Shinta did this for several years. It’s unnormal due to Gus Dur is a prolific columnist with a noble family as a background. Gus Dur get my respect on the way treat the sickness—I loves his way much. He showed us when he suffer from unhealthy condition. Never complaining about our sick, he said, we have to fight. It’s simple but difficult messages. Everybody knows that we love to talk about our condition—even it is a cough, fever, influenza or something like that. We share about our schedule to see the doctor. We complain why our body is not well although we did anything to make it well. We write it on our facebook account or twitter or others social network. It’s quite simple, but for me it’s big thing. How can we regard our selves as Gus Dur-ian, and at the same thing we do the contrary: keep complaining? It’s badly serious. To be honest, we can count how many times Gus Dur complain about his body: seldom. My mate has same opinion. It’s easier to understand Gus Dur in practice rather than Gus Dur in theory. He said that he helps his wife to care about the baby—I hope it’s true. It’s normal, I said, but he reply: It’s unnormal for my culture. Father usually keep away from this stuff due to the baby is the mother’s business. Okay, I said, it’s pretty good. How about you?

(Agak) Lega Rasanya 2

Alhamdulillah, setelah perjuangan melawan kemalasan selama hampir 8 bulan, hari itu datang; hari wisuda. Tepat 4 bulan setelah sidang skripsi, saya memperolah gelar S. Sos (gak pake i-islam, meski kuliah di U-Islam-N, he2). Seneng akhirnya hari itu datang juga. Tapi sempet sedih karena kawan-kawan senasib sependeritaan satu angkatan tidak ada yang diwisuda hari itu. Padahal, dari kemarin-kemarin sudah janji mau wisuda berjamaah; ada yang sudah bab 3, ada yang sudah mau daftar sidang, bla bla. Tapi ya keinginan itu ternyata belum kesampaian. Ketidaksamapaian itu ternyata "diganti" dengan yang lain; wisuda saya ternyata berbarengan dengan wisuda orang-orang penting--tentu saja penting menurut saya. Orang penting pertama adalah dosen penguji saya. Dia juga diwisuda dengan gelar Dr. Kebayang gak tuh kita menyalami dosen kita di arena wisuda? He he. Orang penting kedua adalah Yusuf Mansyur. Semua orang tahu siapa tahu (terutama yang punya tipi). Huh, kebayang ramainya. Kuli tinta (utamanya dari kalangan infotainment) tumpah ruah di tempat wisuda. Lumayan kepala agak sakit--karena nengok ke belakang. Deretan bangku sang ustadz persis dua deret di belakang bangku saya. Katrok juga sih ya..tapi gitu-lah anak UIN ketemu artis dari kalangan sendiri. Kalau dari kalangan lain sih kayaknya enggak norak-norak bergembira gitu.

Btw, prosesi wisuda selesai berarti prosesi baru harus segera dimulai; ngurus ijazah. Waduh sekarang (sudah 3 bulan) baru inget lagi. Itupun karena sering diingetin..(paraaaah). Sudah mau ngurus ijazah minggu lalu tapi dilalah-nya kok ada halangan terus. Jadi ya tambah luama ini. Tambah mualesnya..

Ya, Rabb, jauhkan hamba-Mu ini dari kemalasan..Amin ya Mujibas Sailin..

(Agak) Lega Rasanya

Perut saya melilit fajar itu. Mulas berat. Isinya keluar semua. Kepala saya mendadak pusing. Saya bingung..saya puasa dan saya harus sidang skripsi hari itu (buku rujukan skripsi bisa dilihat di gambar, Pen.) Kebingungan ini bukan karena saya fokus terhadap materi skripsi tapi karena kebiasaan buruk puasa saya. Saya tidak bisa berpikir jernih kalau perut lapar. Tidak bisa berpikir logis kalau tidak ada logistik. Halah. Waduh..apakah saya batal puasa demi munaqasyah ini? Untung saya masih kuat hilir mudik Ciputat - Kedaung. Batal puasa saya urungkan. Dan saya akhirnya melalui ujian pagi itu--sehari menjelang Nine Eleven--dengan nilai sesuai harapan. Jawaban saya serba ngecap. Tapi saya kuatkan untuk memberikan argumen yang masuk akal. Dan, saya mendapatkan ganjaran itu. Makasih semuanya.

Thank God, mom, sista, bro, and all friend who support me with everything, everywhere, and everytime I need it..

Tapi masih revisi sekarang. Penyakit malesnya kambuh lagi. Leganya baru setengah..Tapi lumayanlah..bisa setor muka sama Ummi di rumah, saudara, bulek, budhe, pakdhe, paklik. "Alhamdulillah, kulo sampun lulus. Pangestunipun..."

23 September 2008

Hotel Sofyan Betawi
(belum tarawehan)

Something about Nothing

Apa yang kita anggap penting dan patut diperjuangkan hari ini sangat mungkin tidak bermakna apapun di masa mendatang. Artinya, hari ini ia berharga, tapi besok seterusnya tak bernilai. Dengan beginilah, kita mulai berpikir panjang. Tak main-main. Tidak latah. Tidak lapar mata.

Waktu akan mendewasakan kita. Pengalaman akan membikin kita semakin matang. Demikianlah, kita akhirnya dapat menjadi yang bertanggung jawab, yang tidak emosional, dan tentu yang sanggup menanggung resiko terhadap apapun yang sudah kita pilih.

Dengan begini, hidup jadi bermakna. Tak ada kata rugi. Dan tidak boleh ada air mata.

Tapi, bukan berarti hidup mesti disikapi dengan amat sangat serius. Kita nikmati saja dengan rileks dan biarkan ia mengalir tanpa rekayasa.

Slow down, baby. Take it easy. Just let it flow.

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Matraman, 28 September 2007
15.36 WIB