Indeed morning wake us up to live, stand and greet God murmured gratitude for one night death that just been passed grieving obstacles outside the door keening for us Clouds are waiting our eyes to paint it dark blue or shady pink wishing it far from rainy cheek though longing for any rainbow … Continue reading White Wall in My Tea
When thunders on with heavy rain fall Wind thrust without its breeze An empty side of this sofa Calling for warm and peace Of heart that is made from scratch mind and ego are not match Undergo yearns throughout compassions love always suffers as much as love sparkles Weary for love … Continue reading Love Can Worry You easily
When i try to write my first (sort of) recipe, it feels so weird because its so far from usual recipe guide that you will read somewhere else. So then i think its better for me to write basic idea about my style of cooking first. As person who already cook for my family … Continue reading Cooking 101: especially for students and every man who tight on budget.
When B choosed this docu to watch in our Ramadhan weekend, i tried so hard to remember who is Ibn Battuta. That name sounds so familiar but still i cant recall any description about him on my head. I tried to googling the name, but then i calm myself down to see his story later … Continue reading Late Nite with Islamic Documentary (Part Ibn Battuta)
On this Ramadhan, me and B try new way to learn more about Islam. Since its my first Ramadhan to fast more than 12 hours (for 19 hours exactly) we tried to find light activity to fill out the time between iftar and sahoor (other than salah and read quran). In Germany, the … Continue reading Late Nite with Islamic Documentary (part Ali)
There is line between his gaze and the mat it lingers on air to keep in contact the line stays and make resonance transform shady eye to optimistic heart what shape is his heart? no one sure but indeed it is a good one sincerity is on every edge and faith diffuse all … Continue reading He, who savvies His God
Broke the glass Filled water in Locked the mess Found reflection within Skipping morning Consoling solitude Mind wondering, wandering A News beg for self gratitude For a heart that tired to weep Compare with a body never go down for sleep One serenade for broken heart story The other requiem for dreams of … Continue reading I am Sorry, My Palestine