Inspiring Elders

Yesterday morning, i have accompanied my husband to do an interview some people who participated in one of the biggest scouting organization in Indonesia, named Hizbul Wathan in Malang, which is formed by Muhammadiyah–an Islamic Organization in Indonesia.

Maybe we will be more familiar with ‘Praja Muda Karana (Pramuka)’ or ‘Pathfinder’ as boy scouting organization at our Elementary until High School, which i ever involved to. Trained about marching, completed with surviving and military skill by camp and leadership training, but in  lot of fun athmosphere. i remember..i was so happy joining that activity, i could make more friends, fused into nature, learn of being a little independent and responsible..except when i have to eat unwell cooked rice or walking at spooky forest at camp..hehe.

Same with Pramuka, so does Hizbul Wathan’s main activity. But there’s still some differences, all member are should be moslem (from whatever ideology, people often said two big of those, from NU or Muhammadiyah, are welcomed), and as an organization, it doesn’t has any connection with any politic, any place/institution than Muhammadiyah, and who govern Indonesia. It was exsited since 1918, far from our independence day. From its name, Hizbul Wathan means “cinta tanah air” we can imagine how the founder, as i know, Nyai Ahmad Dahlan (the wife of Ahmad Dahlan, founder Muhammadiyah), already ‘injected’ a vision of independency from colonialism. Although Dutch as government at that time only considered it as a religion’s scouting organization only, but the social movement of Hizbul Wathan was tremendous. It raised youth’s community with good skill to build its environment into betterment with facility, social and moral action. Actuation of praying’s essentiality in Islam and big love to their country. Maybe we can notice some “heroes” who learned in this organization, there are General Soedirman and Gesang (famous singer of “Bengawan Solo”) and many more. They are well-known by their struggle and devotion to look after our country with their speciality.

So does twelve people around us now. Who start my husband’s interview with casual conversation about their past, how they were connected, what they have learned together, sweet and sad story of their struggle to contribute their environment, and how proud they are as Hizbul Wathan. Until now, in 75-years old, some of them are still training some Hizbul Wathan’s member in marching band. I wondered how connected they are each other until now, they all updated their information and giving assistance about each other although separated by place, certain ‘business’, and interest. what kind of solidarity and brotherhood they have?. I am jealous in this way, look at friends who often call you only because they have some interest. We can’t expect brotherhood from friendship?, one i learned, time will tell :).

They have passed certain crisis in this country, independence struggle, ideology and political changing in government which affected Hizbul Wathan’s existency, especially when New Order Government force one and the only allowed scouting organization in Indonesia, its Pramuka. I don’t understand, why uniformity is the most favourite thing in this country? i thought i stayed at democratic’s country.  They didn’t have any choice than obey it.

The inspiring one, is also about their obedience to respect Hizbul Wathan’s courtesy code, which lies on their uniform. they always keep their attitude in their society especially when they are wearing their uniform. They have to hold their promise as the trusted, devoted, principal, caring, polite, and peace loving cadre. Even, they won’t eat at food stall in uniform.

After inactive from Hizbul Wathan, they try so hard to keep its moral principle in all they do. Just likes it is still wearing “the uniform”, they feel ashamed if they cheating this country. It is conversely with what we see in our recent society now, where the “uniformed” law enforcer breaks the law, legislature cheats people who they represented, civil servant corrupted civil’s money.. They absolutely don’t respect, or don’t have their “courtesy code”.

Wish we could learn from their story.

My Another Saturday

It is such a common Saturday, likes previous weeks. My family around me with their own activity—with certain minutes connected by daily conversation about what they have just passed in a day. These weeks, I am staying with my family at hometown for a while because of my husband’s mobility to research. They all are worried about my first trimester pregnancy if I just stay alone at Yogja.

I just don’t know what to do in this Saturday than texting something, furthermore, I have spent my books, nothing’s left. Casually, I forced myself to much loving mathematics since I found that I am going to be a moomy, to spend my much spare time :p. You know friend, there’s a unique secret of Jewish high intellegency, their moomy always train themselves mathematics, logic examination, and classic music during their pregnancy, not only since 6^th month till birth. But now I am bored of facing that number and shape.  All what you do will affect your baby as well. So be careful (I talk to myself too J).

As ‘an on going moomy’, after you are so into… every single thing about pregnancy, what you should eat, drink, and behave. There’s a kind of pressure I feel. Sometimes I  cannot be what I  want. It similar with when I am fasting.  But likes fasting, I really want this pregnancy is not something that I have to do, not only my obligation. But also something I love to do, I brave to face. Maybe people right if they said that pregnancy is a maturity process.

This Saturday, If I am observing my bookshelf, I considered that quiet many books. Fiction, non fiction, from almost around the world, our Indonesia, China, Middle East, America, Japan, English, France, –about love, philosophy, religion, art, detective story, unique side of life, culture. Those enrich my soul till now. Giving a kind of unexplainable wisdom, that perhaps no one and nothing cant explain me yet. It gives the same feeling when I am writing something. I discovering, exploring with my way about understanding. i feel comfortable with activity that I rarely do for years. But, so hard to chain some words and meaning again. Haha…like if I’ve just a master one..:p.

My first try is my research paper that just submitted at first week of this month. Its about terrorism and radicalism. The committee need certain solving of those. This latent danger which I don’t know exactly who belong and start, especially in Indonesia. This is a country which use anarchism, mass enforcement, to solve problems quite often, it also categorized into terrorism, right?. Anarchism is not a part of our recent culture, its ancient behavior that some people conserved for their interest. Which mobilized by money, executed by those poor, uneducated, unbrighted people. I elaborate what I only know about that in my writing..nothing’s special.

Two days ago, the announcement said I’m not winning that competition, but I am invited to its national symposium. Wow.. thought my writing is probably not that bad :p haha…, its been so long time ago not attending kind of forum.. But it will be held at Jakarta, yes, that far from my existence now. Honestly, I really want to go. Yes, I want..but when I consider about my pregnancy, its so hard to decide. But my husband, whose my favourite writer too, support me to take that chance. Could i? inconfidence again. Now you have to prove to ur son, my husband said.  That I ever been a writer..I love that thing..and I have a dream to be that good writer someday. So, I decide then.

She just want to be Loved

"Female Sadness" by Julie Farney

My old friend chat with me this nite. She’s in sadness. His boyfriend left her to Italy for long time. He’s expatriate. I don’t recognize his name. I thought she is just going to marry with someone at Spore, likes she has told me a month ago. She decided to stop uncommitted relationship that only hurt her. She is ready to be a housewife and start to look for a job there. Leaving all gloom, glamorous things she’d done. But something happened. Another sad story from many sad stories she has passed. Treason, affair, violence are part of these stories. Likes a Hollywood scene, but its real. I exhaled..feel sorry to hear that.  I hope she will be okay..and she is fated to meet her man soon.

Indeed, in many things I don’t know what she talk about this and that thing, odd to her hobby and perspective, but she’s one of the most honest person. Be as she is..unhipocrite, and really helpful. I don’t have another reason to not listen to her then. Till I called her a friend.

She is a liberalist, has her own perspective about relationship. She has almost everything to make herself happy. But it is not indeed. She needs more about love than anyone. After she lose it, she will looking for the other who can give it. That’s natural, we cant define what supposed to be someone needs and the other needs. The simple thing is probably not simple that the other thinks. Which is really expensive and unreachable for someone but exuberating for the other until she/he don’t have to ‘buy’ it.

This nite, I pray, yes I pray..to God..for always makes me grateful to what He has given to me. To keep all the love in my world..conserve and preserve it…likes He want me to do (maybe). I also pray..pray for all people,,my friend..to find love in their various ‘dimension’. Always conserve and preserve it too.