Tausiyah dari Ustadzah Lulung El Djauhar. Enjoy 
Percakapan seorang wanita ( W ) dg Ustad ( U )
W : Saya ga mau berjilbab, itu kuno.
U : Zaman tarzan lebih kuno lg ga pake jilbab.
W : Jilbab belum tentu baik.
U : Yang jilbab belum tentu baik, apalagi yang ga berjilbab.
W : Ga menjamin wanita berjilbab itu solehah.
U : Ga semua wanita berjilbab itu solehah,tapi wanita solehah itu pasti berjilbab.
W : Saya kmarin liat ada yang berjilbab nyuri.
U : Malah yang ga berjilbab lebih banyak yang nyuri.
W : Lebih baik jilbapin hati dulu (buat hati baik)
U : Ciri-ciri hati muslimah yg baik adalah berjilbab.
W : Kalo jilbab masih ma’siat gimana, kan dosa?
U : Kalo ga berjilbab & ma’siat dosanya dobel.
W : Kalo aku pake jilbab, ga ada yg mau sama aku.
U : Banyak yang berjilbab & mereka nikah. Lagian laki-laki baik biasanya lebih suka nikah dengan Muslimah berjilbab.
W : Kalo calon suamiQu ga suka gimana?
U : Jika didepanmu dia ga ta’at pada Allah, siapa yang menjamin dibelakangmu dia setia padamu?
W : Aku ga mau dikendalikan orang tentang apa yang harus aku pake.
U : Trus knapa tv,majalah,sinetron bisa kendalikan fashionmu? :/
W : Aku belum pengalaman pake jilbab.
U : Pake jilbab kaya nikah, pengalaman ga diperluin, yang penting jalanin dulu.
W : Aku ga bebas kemana2, ga bisa nongkrong, clubbing, gosip, kan malu sama jilbab!
U : Jilbabmu mengurangi kema’siatanmu.
W : Apa nanti kata orang kalo aku pake jilbab?
U : Katanya tadi jadi diri sendiri, ga peduli kata orang laen…
Sahabatku, mengapa muslimat belum berjilbab?
1. Belum tahu tujuan, hikmah & hukum jilbab wajib (QS 33:59)..
2. Tahu tetapi belum siap.
3. Sangat cinta dunia.
4. Byknya ma’siyat sehingga merasa belum pantas berjilbab.
5. Pengaruh keluarga, lingkungan, pendidikan, kebiasaan & budaya sekuler.
6. Anggapan kalau Islam itu hanya ritual sholat, haji dll.
7. Anggapan yg penting aku baik padahal agama adalah tunduk patuh pada SYARIATNYA.
8. Pengalaman jelek pada wanita berjilbab yg buruk ahklaknya padahal Islam adalah agama sampul (jilbab) & isi (ahklak mulia).
9. Merasa tdk cantik dg berjilbab, padahal kecantikan sebenarnya ta’kala menjadi wanita sholehah.
10. Belum tahu dosa besar dg siksa pecut api neraka pada bagian aurat yg terbuka.
SubhanAllah, mulailah mempelajarinya, jangan malu, gengsi, minder, menunda2 lagi, banggalah sebagai wanita mu’minat & belajarlah kepada sahabat terdekat yang indah istiqomah dengan jilbabnya, hidup kita didunia ini sekedar mampir, sahabatku.
صــدق اللــه العــظيم وصــدق رســول اللــه النبي الحبيبـــ الكريــــــم
Shodaqallaahul ‘Adziim, wa Shodaqor rasuulullaahi nabiyyil habiibil kariim..
(Maha Benar اَللّهُ dengan firman-Nya, dan benar ucapan Rasul, nabi dan kekasih yg pemurah..)
Now that I’ve conquered my fear of driving, well at least within the South Jakarta area to run errands and what not, the next thing to re-learn is how to park. It is very tempting to quote Cher from Clueless, “What’s the point, everywhere in LA has valet!” or something to that effect anyway. But see, valet parking here in Jakarta is too expensive and Babeh thinks it’s a total rip-off. Plus not everywhere you go has valet. Obviously.
Back in LA, parking was not a big deal. Well yes, I couldn’t really parallel park but it is rare that I need to do that. My driving instructor back in Visalia taught me how to park and it served me well over there. Her magic mantra: start turning 2 cars before the spot and it should be fine. It really does work in Los Angeles and some parts on New Jersey that I got to drive. But back home is another story.
Parking heaven…
If you think driving here is crazy, try parking. Absolutely insane! I always need direction from the parking attendant to park. I’m so freaking paranoid I’ll graze another car going in and out, makes me wish the car can park on its own. It took me ages to figure out why the hell do I have such a hard time to park when it was relatively easy breezy over there? Granted I was not the best parker, but certainly was not the worst. Don’t need an attendant there. Then it dawned on me, or rather, my wise Mom pointed out the very obvious thing that I missed, California has AMPLE parking land (and in bits of New Jersey that I was lucky enough to park my cousin’s car). They gave such wide spaces that one does not need a parking attendant to point out when to go left or right. Oh bliss. No need to be afraid of bruising anyone’s vehicle. (Well, if you’re not paying attention, you could but don’t tell that car I dinged it 
We’re all very good at parking backward… Except moi
Here, land is at premium that they give just the minimally required space to somewhat safely park the cars. To compound the problem, people here like to park backwards and I’ve never been taught to do that. I can only park going forward. I mean, I can sorta attempted to park backwards myself but only and only if there’s enough space in between, like if there’s 3 adjoining empty spots then yeah I’ll do it. Oh and then, to maximise land use, they’ll double park it by allowing other cars parallel park in front. Between the personal drivers and the attendant somehow they’ve got it all down to a T.
It used to annoy me that I need to use the service of the parking attendants. But having had to deal with parking in crowded spaces, well… I’ve made peace with myself. I acknowledge the fact that I do require their help so there. They would happily help too knowing there’s a tip in the end. Actually at certain places I now look for an attendant to help me. When there’s none, sometimes one of the personal driver would take their place. A bit of diversion while they’re waiting for their masters to finish their shopping, or business, or whatever.
Or I just try to find an emptier space. That works too
I should not be surprised
Cupid never promised
nor did Eros
No promises were broken
how?
when none were made
A flash
a glimpse
ever so brief
ever so fleeting
tantalising
taunting
daring
And here we are
toying
mulling
torturing
So let’s stop
let us just stop
I need to land
crashing as it may be
I have to land
wrenching as it will be
but I spun a web
To catch my hurt
to heal the ache
and I’ll wait
for Eros and Cupid
to fulfill
their promise
Like this:
Dear Girlfriend,
First of all, know that I love you. I love you and I want the best for you. So please don’t take this the wrong way, okay
Dearest, he is not the answer. Yes, you read that right. He’s not the answer.Let him go.
He’s just a sign that all is not right in your paradise. He’s an escape. He can’t help you, if anything he’ll make it worse. Don’t throw away your paradise. We don’t even know what his feelings are for you. For all we know, he just regards you as a friend. Nothing more.
Your paradise, now him, that’s the one you should be worrying. He loves you. That much we know is true. The thing is dear, relationship is hard. It is difficult and you gotta work at it. How could it be so difficult if your love each other? It’s because we’re human. We grow, we change, we’re dynamic and constantly evolving. Anyone who told you that love is easy is delusional. That, or in denial.
Love is never easy. It’s a constant battle. My parents been married for nearly 50 years and they still fought every now and then. But they also show me the rewards of being in love for that long. They are happy, healthy, busy, with solid working mind. Oh yes there’s sign of aging here and there, they are in their 70′s after all. My Dad is my Mom’s fiercest supporter and vice versa. If you cross one of them, then you’re messing with both of them.
So yes, it is normal to have problems. It is normal to feel that all is not right. What you need to do is talk to him, figure it out. Don’t run away from him. Don’t run to the other guy. He can’t do anything for you. He’ll just creates more problems and you don’t need more problems. If after trying it out you still can’t solve it then we’ll talk again. But for now, try it out. Okay.
with love,
I don’t get it when people talk about being friends with their ex-boyfriend, ex-husband maybe, particularly when there’s kids involved. But mere boyfriend?
I don’t have a lot, and while I no longer feel like harming them, nor do I feel any particular needs to be friends with them, even with those who parted amicably. It just seems to me that once you moved on, which I have, they then belong firmly in the past. Unless you have to work with them or has the luck of being their neighbor then I don’t see the need to be chummy.
Having said all that, I do think about them every now and then. I would be lying if I said I’m not at all curious about how they are now. Of course I do. They once occupy a big space in my life! And once they’re in my heart, they stay there even in diminishing real estate. I don’t want them to be miserable either, I’d want them to be happy.
Back then, the only way to find out was through the grapevine. These days you can snoop around to check their online trace. Mind you, if they’re Luddites or are not socmed freaks it could get a bit difficult 😉
So yeah, I confess, I’ve googled them. Some I find, some seems to vanished. Oh well. Those that I dead able to track seems to be doing ok. They seem to be where they want to be so that can’t be bad. Am I envious? No. Do I want their life? No. Is my life better? I dunno, I certainly have a good life, I’ve been blessed. Theirs? Just different.
I do believe it works out for the best in the end. I could probably do without the heartache but hey, that’s life right?
So my dear exes, have a good life. Take care 😘
And I masked sadness with smile,
for I am not ready to lose you.
Not yet, not yet.
And I know that time is coming,
you were never mine,
and I, the fool that dare to adore you
I am I am playing with borrowed time,
toying with razor sharp blades,
at the ready at any given time
Scold me, mock me,
but tell me,
would you let this go if you could?
And I bet you that you wouldn’t,
fight me but you wouldn’t.
You’d stand with me and hang on precariously
Don’t hold me,
don’t kiss me if you can’t fix me,
and you won’t
Alas, alas,
such is my fate, my dearest,
I pick the short straw
with your name etched in the end
What can I do, what can I do,
but yearn for you?
Sleep well, sleep well,
let me dream for you,
mi amor
I know not how long this ledge will last,
so let me be,
let me be
~blokm-lbbulus050412~
