Friday, January 02, 2009

Surat Dari Bu'de Iyah 30 December 2008

Assalamu'alaikuum Fiori sayaang......

Hari ini bude iyah seharian di depan komputer, lagi bkin materi kurikulum semester genap untuk anak2 TPA kelompok nol. Fiori tau nggak, waktu lagi bikin materi pelajaran itu, karena ini untuk kelompok nol (yg belom TK B), bude iyah jadi ngebayangin wajah fiori. Bude emang gitu kalo lagi bikin materi pelajaran, sambil ngbayangin wajah muridnya. Tapi kali ini lain. Pas bikin untuk kelompok nol, yg bude bayangin wajahnya fiori, bukan wajah muridnya bude.

Pas bude udah sampe susunan materi bulan ke-5, tiba2 aja di winamp ada lagu "Cinta dalam hati"-nya grup band UNGU. Duuh...bude jadi tambah inget fiori deh. Soalnya kan, papa buatin movie-nya Fiori & Faiz pake lagu itu. Hmmmh....bude jadi sedih banget.... dan nggak kerasa air mata bude jadi ngalir....malahan bude jadi bener2 nangis....sesunggukan sendirian.... terus bude jadi keterusan nangisnya...tapi bukannya ngilangin sedih, bude malah pengen dengerin suara Fiori waktu kecil, yg nyanyinya di rekam sama papa di tape recorder. Ada lagu "aku lebah kecil", "nina bobo", "burung kakatua", "satu-satu"..... Ughh...bukannya hilang kangennya, bude malah makin nangis....jadi tambah sedih & kangen banget pengen denger suara fiori langsung. Terus bude ambil hape, bude cari nomornya mama yayu, tapi tiba2 bude inget...yaa pasti gak bakalan bisa telpon Fiori, karena pas bude liat jam dinding menunjukkan jam 12.20 siang. Berarti di India jam 11-an, dan itu artinya, Fiori masih di sekolah, masih belajar di kelas....Akhirnya bude urungin deh niat untuk nelpon Fiori. Fiori tau gak terus bude iyah ngapain? Bude malah nerusin nangis....bude liatin foto2 Fiori, Faiz, Mama & Papa...... Bude bener2 kangen sama kalian semua....pengen rasanya terbang ke India, meluk Oi & Faiz....nyiumin sepuas2nya.....

Udah gitu, pas tadi abis ngajar anak2 remaja, kira2 jam 9-an malem, tiba2 bude liat album foto kecil di foto copi. Eeh...ternyata itu album foto nikahannya pa'de ucup sama bude fitri. Dan dialbum foto itu, ada foto Fiori. Fiorinya masih kecil, pake baju sari india warna merah (kembaran sama mama yayu). Hhhh....dada bude sesak banget rasanya... (skarang aja, waktu lagi nulis email ini, air mata bude ngalir terus...). Gak tau nih, bude iyah kok jadi cengeng begini yaa...nangiis terus..... tapi emang kangennya bude lagi meluap2 banget akhir2 ini..... Terus tadi coba telpon ke hape papa & mama, kok gak bisa2 yaa...mungkin sinyalnya lagi jelek. Aaaahhh.....lengkap sudah kekangenan bude hari ini......!!!

Akhirnya bude coba buka internet. Kok yaa internet juga ikut2an susah banget nyambungnya. Bude coba2 terus, berkali2.... akhirnya Alhamdulillah bisa nyambung juga. Akhirnya bude buka friendster-nya mama yayu. Bude cari2 foto2 Fiori....eeh, dapet!! bude save foto fiori di komputer bude. Ada foto Fiori sama temen2 di Greenfields Nursery School, waktu Fiori ulang tahun. Tapi kok yg foto ulang tahun itu cuma ada 1 yaa...bude pengen liat foto2 lengkapnya, mulai dari acara did aam kelas, sama temen2 Fiori, guru2 Fiori... Tapi gak papa, bude udah cukup seneng kok dapet foto itu.

Eh, pas lagi nge-save foto Fiori, pakde' danil ketok2 pintu, pakde' danil pulang kerja. Aduh, bude jadi malu...takut ketahuan abis nangis, bude buru2 aja nge-lap wajah bude yg sembab dan merah karena abis nangis tadi. Tapi pakde' danil tau bude nangis.. bude jadi malu... Ah biarin aja deh, abis bude emang lagi bener2 kangen sama Fiori, dan biasanya kalo kangen, bude bisanya cuma nangis..... abis, bude sayang banget sama Fiori.

Duuh, cerita bude kepanjangan yaa...maaf ya kalo bude jadi curhat sama Fiori nih....abis bude mau curhat sama siapa...gak papa ya Fiori.....

Salamin cium ya untuk Faiz dari bude. Bude juga pengen liat Faiz. Karena denger suaranya, kayaknya Faiz udah tambah besar, tambah pinter.... Doain bude supaya diberi kesehar\tan ya, karena tugas/pekerjaan bude banyak banget nih...

Makasih untuk mama/papa Fiori-Faiz yg udah sabar ngebacain email ini untuk Fiori...


Love You,

Bude Iyah

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Surat Bu'de Iyah 3 December 2008

'Ke, tolong print-in email ini utk Oi yaa....trus kamu bacain, yaa walaupun mungkin ada bahasa yg gak bisa dimengerti sama dia, bisa2nya kamu aja deh...


Asslamu'alaikum Oi sayaang....

Alhamdulillaahirobbil 'aalamiin....genap sudah 4 tahun usia fiori hari ini yaa. Oi mau tau, bude iyah disini nunggu jam 10.05 pagi kayak lagi nunggu apaaa gitu. Oi tau gak, jam 10.05 itu ada apa? Jadi, 4 tahun yg lalu, tepatnya tgl 4 desember jam 10 lewat, Oi lahir ke dunia.

Waktu itu, semua keluarga nunggu proses lahirnya Oi lho... Papa, Bude iyah, Pa'de danil, Mamih, Babeh, Yang Kung, Yang Ti, Pa'de Dita..... semuanya nunggu2 banget Oi lahir. Oi lahir di Rumah Sakit Ps Rebo Jakarta. Wajahnya papa waktu itu tegaang banget....yg lainnya jadi ikutan tegang juga deh.... Oi tau gak kenapa semua pada tegang? soalnya, yg mau lahir ini anak yg spesial banget. Oi itu cucu pertama dari Mami, Babe, yang Kung, yang Ti....dan keponakan pertama juga bagi semuanya. Makanya Oi spesial....Udah gitu pas liat Oi lahir, Oi-nya bikin gemes banget. Malah pa'de danil sampai curi-curi kesempatan masuk ke ruang bayi untuk foto Oi pas baru aja lahir. Nah, hasil fotonya yg dipajang di dinding rumah lematang itu lhoo.....Oi inget kan? Semua orang seneng dan bahagia banget menyambut kelahiran Fiori. Apalagi Mama sama Papa. Mereka berdua bener2 seneeng.......

Fiori, bude iyah punya ucapan ulang tahun nih buat Oi .....

"Selamat Ulang Tahun Fiori sayang."
Bude iyah berdoa sama Allah, semoga Allah selalu ngelindungin setiap langkah kaki Oi, memberikan kesehatan, keshalehan, kepandaian ilmu ukhrawi & duniawi, dan memberikan sgala yg terbaik untukmu. Allah yg memberimu jalan untuk lahir di dunia, maka pasti Allah juga yg akan menjamin hidup Oi.

We love you....kehadiran Oi telah mengisi kekosongan yg slama ini ada. Polah lucu, berbgai kemampuan & kecerdasanmu telah membuat bude merasa kaya akan rasa syukur kepada Allah. Betapa Allah Yang Maha Agung Maha Pencipta, telah memberikan tanda keagungan-Nya mlalui diri s'orang "bocah kecil" bernama Fiori. Papa & Mama sangat bersyukur memiliki anak sepertimu. Karenanya, cintainya mereka berdua tanpa batas. Semoga kelak, Fiori termasuk golongan anak sholeh yg slalu mendoakan mereka berdua, yang menjadi kebahagiaan mereka berdua, yg slalu memberi contoh terbaik untuk Faiz dan orang lainnya.

Bude bahagiaa banget udah jadi bagian dari perkembangan kemajuan Fiori. Bude ngerasa, Oi adalah bagian dari diri bude, yg akan slalu bude sayangi...(hmmh, Oi tau gak, waktu nulis ini, bude sambil bercucuran air mata lho...bukan air mata sedih, tapi air mata bahagia & air mata kangen).

Makanya, pesan bude, Oi belajar yg rajin yaa. Supaya Oi jadi anak yg terbaik, yg bisa membanggakan papa, mama, bude iyah, pa'de danil dan smuanya. Jangan lupa juga, Oi harus belajar 'ngaji, supaya Oi bisa baca Al-Qur'an, bisa bacain doa untuk bude dan semuanya.

Oi juga harus hormat dan patuh sama mama & papa. Karena mama & papa sayang banget sama Oi, dan udah merawat dan membesarkan Oi. Kalau mama & papa kasih tau dan nasehatin Oi, Oinya dengerin ya, jangan suka membantah....Oi juga harus kasih contoh yg baik sama dede Faiz, harus mau berbagi & mengalah...kan Faiz adiknya Oi, yg harus disayang...Kalau Faiz suka ngerebut mainan Oi, Oinya yg harus ngalah yaa...Faiz kan masih kecil, belum ngerti...

Bude belum bisa kasih Oi hadiah pas Oi ulang tahun sekarang.... Insya Allah kalau kita nanti ketemu lagi, bude akan belikan hadiah yg paling Oi suka....Oke?

I love you sayang....bude selalu berdoa untuk kebaikan Fiori, dimanapun Fiori berada.....

Semoga, kelak, engkau akan menjadi perisai bagi kedua orang tuamu.... Amiin....

Salam kangen banget,

dari bude iyah yg sangat mencintaimu

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Monday, December 04, 2006

Surat Dari Papaku Pada Ultahku Yang ke 2

New Delhi, 4 Desember 2006

Teruntuk buah hatiku tersayang,

Assalamualaikum Fiori, Fiori sehat? Papa kangeeen banget sama kamu Nak, dan papa sedang sedih karena gak bisa dekat Fiori di hari bahagiamu. Selamat ulang tahun ya sayang, semoga Allah SWT senantiasa memberikan rahmat dan inayahnya buat Fiori dan keluarga kita. Semoga Fiori selalu menjadi muslimah yang baik, selalu sehat, menjadi manusia yang berguna bagi diri pribadi, keluarga, dan seluruh umat manusia.

Sayang, setiap detik sejak kehadiran kamu, selalu kamu memberikan kebahagiaan dan kebanggaan buat papa mama,keep doing it ya my dear baby. Never get tired to be perfect.

Papa Mama sayang dan bangga sama kamu Nak. Papa cuma bisa kasih peluk dan cium dari jauh.

With love,

Papa

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

The Child's Story

By : Charles Dickens

Once upon a time, a good many years ago, there was a traveller, and he set out upon a journey. It was a magic journey, and was to seem very long when he began it, and very short when he got half way through.

He travelled along a rather dark path for some little time, without meeting anything, until at last he came to a beautiful child. So he said to the child, "What do you do here?" And the child said, "I am always at play. Come and play with me!"

So, he played with that child, the whole day long, and they were very merry. The sky was so blue, the sun was so bright, the water was so sparkling, the leaves were so green, the flowers were so lovely, and they heard such singing-birds and saw so many butteries, that everything was beautiful. This was in fine weather. When it rained, they loved to watch the falling drops, and to smell the fresh scents. When it blew, it was delightful to listen to the wind, and fancy what it said, as it came rushing from its home-- where was that, they wondered!--whistling and howling, driving the clouds before it, bending the trees, rumbling in the chimneys, shaking the house, and making the sea roar in fury. But, when it snowed, that was best of all; for, they liked nothing so well as to look up at the white flakes falling fast and thick, like down from the breasts of millions of white birds; and to see how smooth and deep the drift was; and to listen to the hush upon the paths and roads.

They had plenty of the finest toys in the world, and the most astonishing picture-books: all about scimitars and slippers and turbans, and dwarfs and giants and genii and fairies, and blue- beards and bean-stalks and riches and caverns and forests and Valentines and Orsons: and all new and all true.

But, one day, of a sudden, the traveller lost the child. He called to him over and over again, but got no answer. So, he went upon his road, and went on for a little while without meeting anything, until at last he came to a handsome boy. So, he said to the boy, "What do you do here?" And the boy said, "I am always learning. Come and learn with me."

So he learned with that boy about Jupiter and Juno, and the Greeks and the Romans, and I don't know what, and learned more than I could tell--or he either, for he soon forgot a great deal of it. But, they were not always learning; they had the merriest games that ever were played. They rowed upon the river in summer, and skated on the ice in winter; they were active afoot, and active on horseback; at cricket, and all games at ball; at prisoner's base, hare and hounds, follow my leader, and more sports than I can think of; nobody could beat them. They had holidays too, and Twelfth cakes, and parties where they danced till midnight, and real Theatres where they saw palaces of real gold and silver rise out of the real earth, and saw all the wonders of the world at once. As to friends, they had such dear friends and so many of them, that I want the time to reckon them up. They were all young, like the handsome boy, and were never to be strange to one another all their lives through.

Still, one day, in the midst of all these pleasures, the traveller lost the boy as he had lost the child, and, after calling to him in vain, went on upon his journey. So he went on for a little while without seeing anything, until at last he came to a young man. So, he said to the young man, "What do you do here?" And the young man said, "I am always in love. Come and love with me."

So, he went away with that young man, and presently they came to one of the prettiest girls that ever was seen--just like Fanny in the corner there--and she had eyes like Fanny, and hair like Fanny, and dimples like Fanny's, and she laughed and coloured just as Fanny does while I am talking about her. So, the young man fell in love directly--just as Somebody I won't mention, the first time he came here, did with Fanny. Well! he was teased sometimes--just as Somebody used to be by Fanny; and they quarrelled sometimes--just as Somebody and Fanny used to quarrel; and they made it up, and sat in the dark, and wrote letters every day, and never were happy asunder, and were always looking out for one another and pretending not to, and were engaged at Christmas-time, and sat close to one another by the fire, and were going to be married very soon--all exactly like Somebody I won't mention, and Fanny!

But, the traveller lost them one day, as he had lost the rest of his friends, and, after calling to them to come back, which they never did, went on upon his journey. So, he went on for a little while without seeing anything, until at last he came to a middle-aged gentleman. So, he said to the gentleman, "What are you doing here?" And his answer was, "I am always busy. Come and be busy with me!"

So, he began to be very busy with that gentleman, and they went on through the wood together. The whole journey was through a wood, only it had been open and green at first, like a wood in spring; and now began to be thick and dark, like a wood in summer; some of the little trees that had come out earliest, were even turning brown. The gentleman was not alone, but had a lady of about the same age with him, who was his Wife; and they had children, who were with them too. So, they all went on together through the wood, cutting down the trees, and making a path through the branches and the fallen leaves, and carrying burdens, and working hard.

Sometimes, they came to a long green avenue that opened into deeper woods. Then they would hear a very little, distant voice crying, "Father, father, I am another child! Stop for me!" And presently they would see a very little figure, growing larger as it came along, running to join them. When it came up, they all crowded round it, and kissed and welcomed it; and then they all went on together.

Sometimes, they came to several avenues at once, and then they all stood still, and one of the children said, "Father, I am going to sea," and another said, "Father, I am going to India," and another, "Father, I am going to seek my fortune where I can," and another, "Father, I am going to Heaven!" So, with many tears at parting, they went, solitary, down those avenues, each child upon its way; and the child who went to Heaven, rose into the golden air and vanished.

Whenever these partings happened, the traveller looked at the gentleman, and saw him glance up at the sky above the trees, where the day was beginning to decline, and the sunset to come on. He saw, too, that his hair was turning grey. But, they never could rest long, for they had their journey to perform, and it was necessary for them to be always busy.

At last, there had been so many partings that there were no children left, and only the traveller, the gentleman, and the lady, went upon their way in company. And now the wood was yellow; and now brown; and the leaves, even of the forest trees, began to fall.

So, they came to an avenue that was darker than the rest, and were pressing forward on their journey without looking down it when the lady stopped.

"My husband," said the lady. "I am called."

They listened, and they heard a voice a long way down the avenue, say, "Mother, mother!"

It was the voice of the first child who had said, "I am going to Heaven!" and the father said, "I pray not yet. The sunset is very near. I pray not yet!"

But, the voice cried, "Mother, mother!" without minding him, though his hair was now quite white, and tears were on his face.

Then, the mother, who was already drawn into the shade of the dark avenue and moving away with her arms still round his neck, kissed him, and said, "My dearest, I am summoned, and I go!" And she was gone. And the traveller and he were left alone together.

And they went on and on together, until they came to very near the end of the wood: so near, that they could see the sunset shining red before them through the trees.

Yet, once more, while he broke his way among the branches, the traveller lost his friend. He called and called, but there was no reply, and when he passed out of the wood, and saw the peaceful sun going down upon a wide purple prospect, he came to an old man sitting on a fallen tree. So, he said to the old man, "What do you do here?" And the old man said with a calm smile, "I am always remembering. Come and remember with me!"

So the traveller sat down by the side of that old man, face to face with the serene sunset; and all his friends came softly back and stood around him. The beautiful child, the handsome boy, the young man in love, the father, mother, and children: every one of them was there, and he had lost nothing. So, he loved them all, and was kind and forbearing with them all, and was always pleased to watch them all, and they all honoured and loved him. And I think the traveller must be yourself, dear Grandfather, because this what you do to us, and what we do to you.

Taken from : http://www.classicreader.com

Saturday, January 28, 2006

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Memperkenalkan Anak Seni Melukis

"Menulis adalah melukis dengan kata-kata", begitu yang pernah diungkapkan Shakuntala Devi, seorang pegamat pendidikan anak dari India. Bila ingin membangkitkan kejeniusan anak, ada yang berpendapat hal tersebut bisa diasah dengan mendorong kemampuannya menulis.Menulis merupakan salah satu dari empat aspek keterampilan berbahasa. Sebagai bagian dari kegiatan berbahasa, menulis erat dengan aktivitas berpikir. Itulah makanya menulis tidak mudah. Bahkan bagi penulis terkenal sekali pun. Menulis bukan hanya sekedar membahasa tuliskan bahasa lisan, tapi juga kegiatan yang terorganisir sedemikian rupa sehingga terjadi komunikasi (antara penulis dengan pembaca). Bila apa yang dimaksud penulis sama dengan yang dimaksud oleh pembaca, maka seseorang dapat dikatakan terampil menulis.Berikut beberapa tip agar buah hati bergairah menulis :
Menunjukkan minat aktif. Jangan paksa anak menulis. Sebaliknya, mulailah dengan membacakan cerita atau puisi demi mengembangkan perbendaharaan katanya, yang juga bisa dilatih melalui permainan scrable atau tebak-tebakan sinomim atau antonim. Minta anak untuk menuliskan pikirannya, sependek apapun itu. Jangan jadikan kegiatan menulis sebagai hukuman. Biarkan anak menulis kapan dan di manapun ia mau. Sebaiknya jangan berada di dekat anak yang sedang menulis sampai ia selesai, karena menulis memerlukan waktu berpikir. Jadi, berikan ia waktu. Tunjukkan minat pada gagasan yang dituangkan anak dalam tulisan. Bukan pada cara dia menulis atau kesalahan ejaan atau tata bahasanya. Jangan menuliskan karangan atau menyelesaikan tugas anak, apapun bentuknya. Anak harus menikmati hasil karyanya. Ini juga akan membangun rasa percaya diri terhadap hasil tulisannya. Carilah sisi positif dari hasil tulisan anak. Berikan pujian ketimbang mengkritiknya. Bila anak meniru-niru tulisan penulis yang dikaguminya, jangan khawatir karena itu justru merupakan awal yang baik. Suatu saat ia akan menemukan dirinya sendiri dan menjadi penulis yang orisinil. Dorong anak untuk menulis surat, ucapan kepada keluarga dan teman pada kartu ucapan yang kosong. Biasakan anak untuk mencatat apa saja, mulai dari syair lagu hingga beragam kutipan menarik dari mana saja. Biasakan anak membuat daftar buku miliknya, daftar mainan, hingga daftar barang bawaan. Hal ini akan membantunya mengembangkan pola pikir yang teratur. Ajarkan anak membuat catatan harian sebagai sarana untuk mencurahkan pikiran dan perasaan secara bebas. (Chic)Taken from KCM

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