Emily and Azmi’s Faith

“Faith” is a guidance
For Gentlemen to walk easily-
While Microscopes are presence
So that the Blind can see

In Napowrimo day 5, poets have to reconstruct any of Emily Dickinson works. Thanks to John Green who gives me a short introduction to Emily. https://t.co/SIJERJb4W4

I choose poetry number 202, after fully understand the deep meaning behind these four lines.

“Faith” is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see –
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.

Instead of reconstruct the poetry, I prefer to recreate Emily’s idea of faith (religion) and Microscopes (science).

Can you see it?


Review The Shadow of the Wind

Oh well, April is just starting but my plan didn’t go very well.

As a humble human nature, I would like to blame it on this book ‘The Shadow of the Wind’. Soon after I finish reading ‘A Love in Time of Cholera’, I directly jumped to the book rack and took Shadow of the Wind out. I first open the page of this book on Tuesday before I went to sleep, since then all I want to do is just finish that book. So, since my time occupied so much to read that book, i abandoned most of everything else. I didn’t do NAPOWRIMO, I haven’t finished my novel (3 more pages), I didn’t post anything in my blog, I even didn’t study German and I haven’t sent my application to muslimgirl.com. Well, it’s been a while since a found i very good book so I guess I give myself a favor to enjoy it. I finished the book in the mid of Thursday after sacrifice two nights of less sleep. I feel so alive.

So here I give you review of the book that just took my time away in these few days. But first, let me thank B (my husband) who convinced me to read this book and cook breakfast and not complain about how messy the house is because all I want in these few days just to finish this book. Thank you, B.

B and I read books from Zafon.

B and I read books from Zafon.

Title: The Shadow of the Wind

Author: Carlos Ruiz Zafon

Genre: Mystery

Pages: 510

Publisher: Orion Books

My Rating: 9/10

My Reading Time: Three days

Favorite Quote: ‘There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires.’

Synopsis via Goodreads

Barcelona, 1945: A city slowly heals in the aftermath of the Spanish Civil War, and Daniel, an antiquarian book dealer’s son who mourns the loss of his mother, finds solace in a mysterious book entitled The Shadow of the Wind, by one Julián Carax. But when he sets out to find the author’s other works, he makes a shocking discovery: someone has been systematically destroying every copy of every book Carax has written. In fact, Daniel may have the last of Carax’s books in existence. Soon Daniel’s seemingly innocent quest opens a door into one of Barcelona’s darkest secrets–an epic story of murder, madness, and doomed love.

My Story

I always love book that tells story about a book and its author, for me it is so relate-able. I feel that any book worm ever wanted is to get a little bit spark of magic from the book we love the most. We want to take part in the story, we want the characters come to life, we want the book changes us in any possible way, we want to meet the author to thank and to beg for another book to come. And I can relate those feeling with the main character, Daniel Sempere. So when I start to know him, I feel like his journey become mine.

I thought the genre of this book is fantasy, the first pages remind me about the feeling I had when I read The Neverending Story and Inkheart. But as soon as I realize how authentic Post Civil War Barcelona was described in this book, I directly see how Zafon wants to bring magical realism for his reader. It evokes the memories of me reading Harry Potter for the first time, but instead of rushing to have a lunch in The Great Hall, I see myself strolling down Calle de Santa Ana and feel a gothic mystery waits for me to unravel.

What I like the most of this book is how Zafon able to show many kinds of profound relationship. Parent-kid, husband-wife, friendship, partnership, affairs, admiration and a lot of thing that is hard to render. I also like his allegory of shadow in this book. Whether there is no fix explanation on what is Zafon’s idea on the shadow, as a reader I see the shadow as fear. A symbol for something that hold someone’s to move on, a presence that often raise doubt and question.

Shadow of the Wind delivers well measured fantasy within reality for adults. It completes anyone who is hungry for suspense and the warmth of divine relationship. It answers those who are longing of refine childhood as well as an abstract adulthood. It teaches me so much about dream, love and perseverance.

If you don’t know what to read, if you plan to buy a book, buy this one, read this book, thank me later. 😀



She decides to use that power again. Totally aware with the fact that this is the last time she is able to use that power, after four times wasting it. She won’t messed up, she promises herself. She reckons all her plans that she made up last night before finally wide awake and try to search the thing.

A bizarre sunshine sneak in from the curtain beside her bed. She turns her back to the light that is now centered on the wooden floor in front of her wardrobe. She can’t stop stare at the light, since the light is her only friend for the past week. After stumble on books that scattered on every inch of her bedroom, she catches the light. Sit on it for a meanwhile and smile at the small hole on the curtain, wishing it will deliver her smile back to the sun.

The fact is, the light didn’t just come to accompany her today. It helps her to find the thing that she is looking for. The light really saves her hours of time to search the thing that is hidden under her wardrobe, after few nights ago she just throw that thing out of rage after she failed her mission.

The thing that she’s looking for is a compass. A compass that left inside her sister shoe, the day when she went missing. On the other shoe, a piece of paper was tucked in. One side was written that the paper was addressed in her name, the other side showed her the way to find back her sister in a week. And that was when her crazy week started.

She was indeed asking her mom to believe in what she got, but ofcourse it was nonsense for their parent to believe. There was no evidence of the existence of her sister at the time she reached her home. Not even in the picture, nor in her parents memory. She went crazy because she thought she is crazy. But once, she arrived at her own bedroom, she knew she is not crazy. All the things left the same there, their crazy diaries, their crazy wall painting. Her signature is still on the same place as she remember.

She then went crazy, cracking the code to figure out how to use the compass. First attempt was failed intentionally, since she just wants to figure out how the compass work. She ended up in a cornfield. She didn’t want to waste too many times in the wild, so she ran to the nearest house to find out what year and what time was she in. It was the same date, same time, but different year. She was in the 1962, if the journey was for fun, she intended to stay little but longer for each year. But she can’t, she prefers to have her sister back rather than having meticulous journey alone. And so, she tried to went back to her real time, didn’t know anything to do she just pressed the button. She ended up in another era. Four attempts was recklessly wasted just for her to go back to her real time. She went back straight to her bed, threw the compass out, cried the whole night until she came up with a strategy. It took days to believe that she got the right strategy to just use one time chance to bring her sister back to the real time.

At first, she thought there will be miracle that will add the amount of her trials to find her sister back. But then she believed it couldn’t be that way. She stocked until last night the idea of never come back show up.

The compass looks broken, after she picks it under the wardrobe. She cried again, while adjusting her position to go to the year of 1996 when her sister just born. She is facing the north and mess the compass needle toward 96 degrees and then she open the last screw behind the compass. Her eyes close and once she opens, she saw her three year old body smiling at her. She screw up again, and this time there is no turning back.


Oh, yay another #RabuMenulis! A fifteen minutes writing challange that intiated by Gagas Media. This time the theme is time travelling and we have to use compass as the the tools to time travel.

How do you think about my writing? Please be a mean reader and a grammar nazi so I can improve my English writing skill.

Thank you, fellas.



She saw the same dream again. This is the seventh time this week. She couldn’t ignore it anymore. With her blanket around, she went to the mirror hoping to get an answer. Her hand tried to shake the mirror, wishing the mirror will explain everything. The mirror must know if it’s real since it watched her all night.

If it’s real, the mirror must saw the thing that hugging her everynight in her sleep. She tries to remember everything, the dream was vividly beautiful she doesn’t want to miss all the exact same feeling. Her fingers stroke her left shoulder, she tries to remember the jaw that glued everything it hugs her. The other hands went to her back try to reach the same spot that it hugs. While mimicking all the hugs, she then could hear the same sob that keep repeating with the same rhythm, same tone. Everything felt so familiar yet she still canot figure out why was this thing keep hugging her in her dream.

She believed it wasn’t a human that hug her all the time, but then she still hug it back. The hug was so exhausting yet so relaxing. And everytime it hugs her too tight, she woke up with full of sweat.

“Who hugs me all nite?” She asked hopelessly, whilst shaking the mirror again.

The mirror finally answer, “me”.

She smiled back to the mirror and tried to hug it back. The mirror swung back, warned her the danger that will come if she did that. But she did it anyway, the same sob and the same beautiful feeling come alive. But when the hug became too tight, it’s too late for her to realize that her body was full of scratch and the blood already too much logged on the floor.

This story is written for #RabuMenulis, a weekly challange from @GagasMedia. They ask their follower to write a story in fifteen minutes based on the picture above. This time the theme is thriller/horror.

It’s my first #RabuMenulis posting and can’t wait to write more. I really enjoying myself when I wrote this, there are tons of delightful fuss feeling that I love to have. 🙂

English is not my first language and right now I am learning advanced German and write a novel in Bahasa. My mind is utterly bewildered by all of those different language.

Hope you still can enjoy my writing amidst everything.



Di ujung eyeliner pudar matanya

Kerut nampakkan serum anti-muda

Dalam balutan tiga warna di atas tubuhnya

Ia terlihat gelisah

Ikat rambutnya

Tampakkan “Aku ingin cepat-cepat keluar kereta”

Senyum simpulnya

Terbentuk dari resonansi getar suara

Suara di belahan lain dunia

di ujung  genggam teleponnya

Dikepitnya kotak hijau

Ujung jari  pun diremasnya

Bisikkan : “Aku tak sabar sampai rumah..”

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