A Lifetime Fighter

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Our first meeting by surprise in Eid day! Alhamdulillah.

Meet Rona, an active and full spirited young nurse graduated from UI. She’s just been accepted as the part of Pencerah Nusantara team this year.

She’s totally an admirable girl. Looking forward to meeting and sharing with you again!

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imperfectwriting:

I went to the mall, and a little girl called me a terrorist. 

My name is Ela.  I am seventeen years old.  I am not Muslim, but my friend told me about her friend being discriminated against for wearing a hijab.  So I decided to see the discrimination firsthand to get a better understanding of what Muslim women go through. 

My friend and I pinned scarves around our heads, and then we went to the mall.  Normally, vendors try to get us to buy things and ask us to sample a snack.  Clerks usually ask us if we need help, tell us about sales, and smile at us.  Not today.  People, including vendors, clerks, and other shoppers, wouldn’t look at us.  They didn’t talk to us.  They acted like we didn’t exist.  They didn’t want to be caught staring at us, so they didn’t look at all. 

And then, in one store, a girl (who looked about four years old) asked her mom if my friend and I were terrorists.  She wasn’t trying to be mean or anything.  I don’t even think she could have grasped the idea of prejudice.  However, her mother’s response is one I can never forgive or forget.  The mother hushed her child, glared at me, and then took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the store. 

All that because I put a scarf on my head.  Just like that, a mother taught her little girl that being Muslim was evil.  It didn’t matter that I was a nice person.  All that mattered was that I looked different.  That little girl may grow up and teach her children the same thing. 

This experiment gave me a huge wakeup call.  It lasted for only a few hours, so I can’t even begin to imagine how much prejudice Muslim girls go through every day.  It reminded me of something that many people know but rarely remember: the women in hijabs are people, just like all those women out there who aren’t Muslim. 

People of Tumblr, please help me spread this message.  Treat Muslims, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Pagans, Taoists, etc., exactly the way you want to be treated, regardless of what they’re wearing or not wearing, no exceptions.  Reblog this.  Tell your friends.  I don’t know that the world will ever totally wipe out prejudice, but we can try, one blog at a time.  

(Source: olentaalla)

Acceptance (2014)

Entah sudah berapa undangan buka bersama terabaikan. Atau lebih tepatnya, ‘terpaksa’ diabaikan.
Entah sudah berapa banyak telepon masuk yang tak terjawab, atau ‘terpaksa’ tak dijawab.
Dan kau bertanya pada kami, mengapa kami seegois itu.
Kami tetap bergeming. Hingga kau tuntas meluapkan berbagai tanya dan prasangkamu.

Kami menunjukkan padamu secarik kertas bertuliskan kode tertentu di tiap harinya..
..dan kau bertanya apa makna dibalik itu semua.
Makna di tiap kode yang menunjukkan jadwal jaga malam kami. Atau jaga 24jam kami.

Kami menjelaskan perlahan padamu, mengapa tak kunjung kami datangi undangan buka bersama.
Bukan, bukannya kami hendak memutus silaturahim kita.

Tapi kami sedang berjuang disini. Untuk membantu mereka yang terluka, membantu setidaknya meringankan beban mereka yang tengah meregang nyawa,
membantu mereka yang bisa jadi bagian dari sanak saudaramu nan jauh di pelosok sana. Dan seringkali kami berada di tengah kegawatdaruratan tatkala kau menelepon.

Mungkin, kau tak tahu. Atau tak mau tahu?
Atau mungkin, sekedar tak mengerti.

Tapi kumohon, kuharap ketidakmengertianmu pada kami tak menjadikan itu sebuah prasangka yang akan meleburkan persahabatan kita. Semoga tidak.

Karena kau tak tahu betapa seringnya hati kami mencelos dalam iri, dengan tangis tertahan di pelupuk mata, setiap mendengar seseorang berujar akan kebahagiaan mereka berkumpul bersama sahabat dan keluarganya.

Ya. Sesederhana itu saja.

Dear Israel,
You have been fighting Palestine for about 60 years now, using advanced weapons and America’s financial aid against a country that has no army, no weapons, no money and no central government. And you still haven’t managed to win. When will you get it? You can’t beat a country that is protected by Allah.

Day 9 - Ramadhan

The first time I went for Isya and tarawih prayers at Ibnu Sina, the mosque inside the hospital I’m currently studying in.

As usual, it was pretty hard to convince people (the women) around to stay closer in our shaf. At least, make sure that each other feet were touching. But no, people stared like I’m a weirdo. Especially those who were older than me.

People (or we should call, women) kept rejecting my offer to scoot closer. They told they wanna stay in their OWN sajdah.

And, it happened again. At this night.

I felt like crying, somehow.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the woman beside me went backside after Isya’s prayer. Then, another person - which was a young woman, about my age - came to replace her.

I moved my feet towards her before tarawih prayer started. Alhamdulillah, she somehow also reacted and did the same thing like me.

At the end, we made sure that during the prayers, there was no space between our shaf.

One thing which made me surprised, and literally cried during tarawih prayer: the surah recited by Imam was my favorite one. The one that touched my inner-self, completely slapping my face.

And I weep, quietly.

How I wish Ramadhan will last forever.

Only God knows how much I miss you, and love you as well. Have a blessed Ramadhan, my dear family wherever we are
#family #love #miss

Only God knows how much I miss you, and love you as well. Have a blessed Ramadhan, my dear family wherever we are
#family #love #miss