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Resuming Lives

Monday, 15th June 2020 became the first day of the re-opening all non essential store across UK after the official lockdown in last March. People were queuing from early morning to enter Primark and other Oxford Street’s darlings last Monday.

At certain point, I understand the reason behind such thing. Being in a represive state for three months is hard, extremely hard for some people.

Freedom is priceless.

But on the other side, have these three months taught lots of things such we actually dont need too much to live? (Reallyyyy? Asked all the purchase made during lockdown). Managed to survive these three months by doing only the most essential things to survive.

Going outside for doing groceries and daily walk only, once until thrice a week. Daily workout everyday with Daniel and Alex in my bedroom to keep my sanity, daily dose of dramaland friends, and recently, baking becomes something that gives unexplicable calm, spent time with the little girl and the doctor. I have known that home is where I belong the most since 10 years ago when I decided to quit full time job. But this pandemic made it obvious that home is (or should be) the centre of our life. Taking care and investing more energy on it should be something that we prioritized above anything.

It’s where we start and where we will return.

After these three months, personally, I am not really sure that back to the old normal is a good idea. I love the new regulation of not sharing seats with strangers in public transport, I love the idea that school and work could be balanced between doing it from home and on site plus the reduced working hours. I like the absence of morning rush, I like flexibility between schedule, I love keeping safe distance from other people, or maybe in short, it’s just because I love slow and quiet life too much. It might not be suitable for everyone.

I am fully aware about many privileges in my pocket that make surviving this situation well. No money issue eliminated the struggle by 70%. At times when people are losing job, work hard to make ends meet outside, being able to stay at home is precious. No specific mental health issue to deal with thanks to many things nurtured in the past.

Being physically and mentally healthy are priceless.

A message text just came this morning saying that little girl is invited to go back to school from Monday. I am torn between happy and worry. Happy because I think she really needs it already. Worry because she will start being exposed to outsiders which we have no control about many things.

I dont think we could really back to the old situation after this. Just can’t imagine how. Or maybe, not too fast. Instead of excitement, return to the old lifes bring more anxiety. Funny, eh?

In every turn, always wish nothing but Allah’s guidance and protection to walk every path we (choose to) take.

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The Scary World We Live In

It’s almost impossible to not being overwhelmed watching everything happen in these few past days, not to say the past few months.

The death of George Floyd who made the whole world filled the street and loudly screamed to abolish any forms of racism. Then yesterday, the old case of Shukri Abdi, 12 year old Somalian girl from Manchester who died of drowning because of bullying, and so many other things that put heavy weigh in the heart. The world looks three times more scary after motherhood.

I have known for long the world is scary, even in the early years I once wrote something about that in The World Against (Y)Our Introverted-Child. With this heavy heart, the homeworks for parents are getting harder. It turns out that it’s not enough to not to be racist. But, more than ever, it’s so important to be anti-racist.

Living in a city where we’re part of minorities, it’s such a blessing that until this very second since nine months ago, I have never been in any situations where I am treated unfairly. No matter where I go. So far, this city has been so kind to all of us. But, I have just realized that even London has a moslem mayor.

I am quite certain to say that I am not racist. I dont have any problems about making friends with anyone regardless their religion or race. Honestly, for someone who is always having hard time in dealing with people, I am glad enough if someone considered me as their friend.

But, I am not sure about doing a self-proclaimed that I am anti-racist. I might have been an unconscious racist in certain conditions or things. Then, the homeworks to teach such thing to the little girl is getting harder. You cant teach something that you dont even have no knowledge or experience.

The experience of being a part of minorities becomes one of the most valuable lesson. Things like travelling could help, although not much. Short duration wont make long lasting impact.

Maybe what we need is to be constantly exposed in a setting where differences become common. Deal with any kind of people from any backgrounds considered as something normal. Understand that we might be different in small things like our looks, beliefs, and preference, but on the greater side, we are all the same human who just want to be treated fairly by anyone, and kindness is a universal currency that accepted everywhere.

My heart always stings whenever I am thinking about the future years this little girl will have to deal with.

Found this enlightning video delivered by the most passionate Islamic studies NON MUSLIM scholar which tells the clear definition about non-racist and anti racist.

The first anti-racist person in the whole world turned out to be the best man in the world who is so dear to us, moslem.

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The (Not So) Bright Future of Indonesia Education Result

I intended to have the word ‘dark’ above. But, let’s keep the hope alive.

As other countries have been easing their lockdown since the curve has flatenned, the most frustrating home country couldn’t help waiting to do the same by releasing ‘new normal package’. The absurd thing is they’re doing this when the curve has nothing close to be flattened, in fact, it keeps soaring. While there are no more tests, no tracing, no self quarantine, basically almost no significant effort to strongly, stubbornly flatten the curve.

While the efforts from the government feel pretty useless, the citizens are not even better. Leisurely going out without the mask, ignoring social distancing, and many more.

When incompetent government meets ignorant citizens, that’s the price we have to pay.

How a country be more screwed than this?

In my opinion, we’re currently watching the result about the absence of some basic skills that supposed to be nurtured and mastered since early childhood :

– self discipline

– empathy

– literacy and numeracy

It surely becomes the big homeworks for the parents of future generation.

It’s really the most crucial and right time for those education policy makers to re-design early childhood and primary education curriculum. It becomes obvious to strongly emphasize some basic skills and values that should be nurtured in all school without exception. Make it a compulsory course for all school and children whatever curriculum they use, no matter what kind of school they run.

It takes a village to raise a child. But, above that, it takes the right and well-run policies to create physically and mentally strong future generation who will make a strong respectable country.

Self discipline to deal with themselves in any situations.

Empathy to deal with others without prejudice, whatever background they have.

Strong literacy and numeracy to understand how anything in this world works.

Those three would be good enough.

With them, then maybe we could have a brighter future than the current situation.

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Changed Domain

arlanadya.wordpress.com

has changed to

apennyformypensieve.wordpress.com

I didnt know that changing the domain address will cause a drastic change to the blog. Any older posts under arlanadya.wordpress.com were unaccessible from search engine.

I thought changing the address wouldn’t make any changes to the contents. I still have no idea how I can export all those old posts to appear in my new domain : apennyformypensieve.wordpress.com.

Rarely have any regrets in things I have done. But this one, I really regretted changing the address without fully knowing the consequences.

I have all my posts with me. But, when it’s searched on the search engine, any old posts under arlanadya would display ‘the author has deleted this site’.

This is so sad.

😭😭😭😭😭

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First Piano Competition

An email came on the beginning of May about virtual competition at school.

Asked her to participate and it was a yes. Made a simple arransement of the competition song and practiced it with her right away. We had only two weeks to master everything.

Ten days after the first practice, she nailed all the notes and lyrics. Performance practice kept going.

Had a rehearsal once before submitting the video. Two days before deadline, video submitted to the school.

Today, they announced the result.

First winner in her category granted. Alhamdulillah.

Among one big flaw given and many other ones she has, some few strengths are also running in her blood.

Hard working, persistent, kind, easy going, resilient, and enthusiastic learner.

For me, that’s more than enough.

I am beyond grateful having this school in one of her early education years.

It’s truly a place she meant to be.

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10th : Life in the Time of Corona

Passed two months after lockdown policy first announced, UK has been easing the lockdown as numbers of new cases and deaths are continously falling.

Right now, outdoor picnic, travel inside the city without using public transportation, even meeting one people outside the household is already allowed.Bus is getting more crowded, the queue at the supermarket is getting shorter although it’s still crazily long on weekend. So we just have to know when to shop. But, essential things are all stocked up. No more worries about searching for eggs or rice. Last week, even baking essentials which have been unavailable for weeks were all back in stock.

We had picnics on the day of Eid and the day after. It was nice to be freely and legally outside while the temperature is getting high. We had the Eid picnic on the park nearby and the following day we went to the Southwark Park by bus.

School is planned to reopen by next week. We are still unsure to send the little girl back by next week. Still waiting the strategies from the school about this.

May everyone keep safe and healthy!

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Cerita Ramadan Pertama

Di ilmu manajemen ada yang namanya POAC. Planning, organizing, actuating, controlling.

Planning buat Ramadan pertama Langit sudah dijalankan berbulan-bulan sebelumnya waktu belajar rukun Islam. Repetisi teori tiap malam sampai berminggu-minggu.

Semakin dekat, Organizing rundown di kepala. Ramadan pertama di luar jadwal biasa buat orangtuanya pun ngga mudah, apalagi buat anaknya. Satu hari sebelum hari H, akibat terus berpikir musti apa, ide datang tiba-tiba.

Target-target kecil dibuat dengan reward yang sesuai. Membayangkan 30 hari puasa berat, tapi dengan mencacah jadi tiga bagian, lebih terlihat ringan. Bukan terasa. Baru terlihat. Di awal, target 10 hari pertama 5-6 jam, 10 hari kedua, 7-8 jam, dan 10 hari ketiga 9-10 jam.

Saatnya Actuating dan implementasi.
Dengan pertimbangan jam puasa yang panjang, sahur dan buka di Ramadan ini dilakukan 2x. Sahur pertama jam 2, yang kedua jam 4.30. Buka pertama Zuhur jam 1 lalu bertahap asar jam 5 lewat.

Di 10 hari pertama, ternyata semuanya berjalan di luar rencana. Hari ke 5, puasa 5-6 jam sudah ngga terasa. Jam buka bukan jadi hal yang terlalu ditunggu. Maka setelah 10 hari pertama, durasi dinaikan. Daripada jam buka yang lebih lama, lebih pas memajukan jam sahur. Selain karena subuh aktual juga semakin pagi setiap hari, sekalian latihan sahur yang sebenarnya.

Kalau orang dewasanya sahur dulu baru subuh, anaknya subuh dan tadarus dulu baru sahur. Solatnya lebih penting dan lebih cepat dibanding kunyah makanan. Batas imsak adalah alarm yang sudah diset waktu tertentu. 10 hr kedua, maju 2 jam dibanding sebelumnya. Waktu buka masih sama.

Setengah bulan, durasi puasa yang baru mulai terasa biasa. Pertanyaan “can we ifthar first” makin ngga terdengar, waktunya menaikan batas lagi. Notifikasi adzan zuhur sudah dimatikan. Diganti dengan alarm yang tiap beberapa hari dinaikan waktunya akhirnya buka ketika adzan asar.

Di 10 hari terakhir, alarm sahur dinaikan pelan-pelan dan sampai batas yang di rasa cukup buat belajar puasa pertama. 12 jam penuh. Mirip dengan durasi puasa penuh di Indonesia.

Kebanyakan ide itu dateng di detik terakhir. Hadiah besar sudah dikeluarkan di hari ke 28 masih dibungkus. Penawaran baru diajukan di menit terakhir hari terakhir menjelang asar : boleh buka puasa sekarang dengan 1 hadiah besar seperti kesepakatan di awal atau mungkin mau nunggu sampai maghrib dan bisa dapat 2 hadiah besar.

(Hadiah udah dibeli beberapa karena nemu bundle super miring di ebay. Sisanya disimpan buat nanti kalo diperlukan. Jadi, hadiah kedua juga sudah ada).

Di sini Percobaan Marshmellow Walter Mischel, salah satu riset paling terkenal di psikologi pendidikan, yang digunakan. Dimana anak-anak bisa belajar tentang delay gratification. Kurang lebih mirip seperti penawaran yang diajukan. Sekarang dapet satu, tunggu sebentar dapat dua.

Dengan setengah hati, (dan dorongan pasif-agresif orang tuanya), anaknya milih buat nunggu. Tambahan beberapa jam trakhir mungkin salah satu yg terberat karena pertanyaan-pertanyaaan khas jadi sering terdengar lagi.

Tapi kata kaya Mbak Nana, “kita sudah sejauh ini. Kalah bukan pilihan”. Dengan segala macem distraksi Alhamdulillah sampai ke akhir yang diinginkan.

Langit menyelasaikan Ramadan pertamanya 30 hari penuh dengan baik.

Setelah tiga tahap sebelumnya, akhirnya bagian Controlling jadi penting buat mencapai tujuan. Tanpa kontrol, semua rencana dan implementasi bubar. Ngga ada konsekuensi, ngga ada reward, ngga ada kejelasan dan batas waktu.

Selain kontrol diri dari anaknya, orangtua sebagai yang lebih berkuasa perlu punya kontrol dan membuat batasan plus kebijakan yang jelas.

Kalo orangtuanya buat planning mentah, organisasi dan implementasi setengah-setengah, kontrol diri anak lemah, ditambah kontrol yang payah dari orangtua, apa sejak awal memang pilih untuk kalah?

Orangtua dan anak bisa diganti subjeknya untuk skala yang lebih besar. Seperti pemerintah dan rakyat, mungkin?

Ramadan yang berat memang bukan lapar hausnya. Yang berat itu bangun(in) setiap pagi dimana yang bangunin juga pengennya tidur lagi, yang berat itu (liat anaknya) solat dan ngaji sambil nahan kantuk. Yang berat itu nunggu Isya sampe jam 10. Yang berat itu nahan sabar dan godaan dimana pilihan buat berenti selalu ada. Toh ngga ada hukuman yang keras ketika itu dipilih. Bolong sehari ngga papa, kan baru belajar, kata setan di kepala. Paling anaknya cuma ngga dapet hadiah. Atau kan dia udah dapet beberapa hari, kasih ajalah udah dibeli ini.

Kembali ke nasehat terkenal kepala sekolah dari dunia sihir, ” Saat-saat yang sulit membuat kita harus memilih mana yang mudah dan mana yang benar”.

Ramadan pertama Langit menunjukkan buat melakukan yang benar itu ngga pernah mudah. Ramadan benar-benar salah satu cara yang paling konkrit untuk melatih kontrol diri sejak dini. Sesederhana menahan diri dari makan dan minum itu efeknya panjang sekali di masa depan.

Ternyata ngga sia-sia dengerin kuliah di GKA lima belas tahun lalu. Pun kuliah psikologi pendidikan sembilan taun lalu. Semoga jadi amal jariyah buat semua yang ngajar.

Semoga semua amal Ramadan diterima, semua doa dikabulkan dan bisa bertemu lagi tahun depan. Amiin.

Hadiah kecil 10 hari
Hadiah sedang 20 hari
Satu hadiah besar 30 hari
Berubah jadi dua karena menunggu lebih lama
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Memories in A Jar of Cookies

Personally, the tagline ‘The most wonderful time of the year’ always belongs to Ramadan. To be exact, Ramadan at home.

As much as I love slow daily life at home, in Ramadan, everything goes even slower.In my best memories, few days to Ramadan and Eid, the childhood house became clean and bright.

All new bed sheet, towel, curtain, smelled fresh and nice. It was truly like a warm welcome for a special guest.

Heading to the end of Ramadan, the house will be busy with homemade cookies production. For few days, based on the schedule, right after sahur, the kitchen would be filled with the sound of mixer, the messy flour, sugar and butter on the table, stacks of baking trays, and the loud chatting among the people. It felt as busy as a boulangerie dealing with big orders.

This year, with or without this pandemic, for the first time, having Ramadan in a place where there’s no familiar sound and ambience, the only thing that seems possible and doable is having some familiar taste.Unlike the doctor, cooking doesnt spark joy for me.

My cooking skill is only enough to survive. But, baking these cookies are another story. These cookies were one of the strongest memories, happiest moments (in Ramadan) with the people I love the most, in the place once called home. They are too important to let go.The old hand-written recipe had been saved before departure a year ago.

Research and searching for the most similar ingredients had been done thoroughly for weeks. Production timing and all other cooking schedule were set carefully.Plan B had been set just in case the first experiment failed.

Since everything that can be done had been done, the heart is more than half mentally prepared to fail.But as always, Allah is great. He’s too gracious to let me fail since I couldn’t have anything who gave better lebaran-feel-at-home than these precious cookies.

After the mess, the hassles, the doubt and anxiety (because all the energy spent), lots of consultations till the silliest detail to the expert, recalling the past memories while watching my mother did this for years, not to forget the production and post-production backpain doing the detailings mostly alone, with some help from the buddies at home, long hours of baking and multiple checking, then cleaning the chaos afterwards, in long hours
of fasting, it all paid off.

They were as close, as good as I remembered how it was at home.In my family tradition, these three are better be enjoyed altogether. Each could be eaten separately, but together, they make joyful taste in your mouth.

There’s always a right book for every situation. At the end of Ramadan, The Art of Making Memories from CEO of Happiness Research Institute was my companion. This Ramadan showed how retrieving one episode of happy memory in the past became something valuable to create another happy memory in the present, then become something valuable too in the future. It was those happy memories that helped me surviving bad times and keep going (far), no matter what tremendous changes life bring.

Chocolate chips, kaastengels, cashew nuts and the sound of takbir from Spotify.

London, 30 Ramadan 1441 H.

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9th : (Ramadan) Life in the Time of Corona

As the temperature is getting high, lockdown is eased slowly, more people are allowed to be outside. The highest temperature this week reached 27 celcisius degree. Can’t believe the no-sweater weather is finally here.

Unlike two previous Ramadans, this Ramadan the period returned right after I finished my baking bussiness. So, the homework after Ramadan is getting harder. Slightly even harder because maghrib is getting late. Up until today, maghrib comes at 9 pm. But, the long hours of fasting turned out to be quite bearable.

The thought of Ramadan will be over in two days is what make the heart sad.Some souvenirs from few last sessions of morning and afternoon walk.

Rotherhithe is such a lovely neighbourhood indeed.

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8th : (Some Thoughts About) Life in the time of Corona

It has been the third month and current situation is getting hard for many people. The battle against the virus slowly turns into the battle against boredom, frustration, and maybe depression. Some hashtags were trending such as #whenthisisover, #aftercorona, etc.

It’s totally understandable. But, sometimes the least that we need during a long battle is expectation. The expectation that this will finish soon, back to the old normal, vaccine will be available, even some more confidence plans like traveling at the end of the year. Hope is surely important. That’s what gives us strength to keep going. But, just like the old saying, hope and expectation always kill.

I think what we really need right now is adaptation and high and higher acceptance.

For someone who get used staying at home from years before by my own choice, I couldn’t say I enjoy current situation a lot, but I found this is not bad at all, as long as we’re healthy and have no issue about providing our basic necessities. I have two measurable things of my own happiness since long : being healthy and have no worry about shopping grocery. When those two met, then I have had enough.

Being healthy has been always in my top prayer item. It was one reason that made me quit full time job ten years ago. Healthy is not about physically healthy, but also the peace inside. Life is surely not all rainbow, but when hard times strike, I find it’s more bearable when I have more power about how to spend my own daily life. The freedom to be able to choose is priceless.

Boredom is rarely an issue because staying at home doesnt make me planless. I have my own daily schedule, something in my head, some writing to read, some time to do light exercise, taking care some stuff at home, and taking care the place I live. With Langit is here, it makes day even easier because I have another important thing to take care of. Being bored rarely happens. Just like the little creature in The Cave said,

Only boring creature gets bored.

One period of daily life that I feel hard to be survived is when menstruation comes. Daily life without salat feels like life with no firm boundaries. It’s confusing and more tiring. Without my other daily schedules, it could be the most frustrating time.

Human connection is important of course. But then, this virus shows which human(s) whom we should build connection the most in the end. The best investment that you can make for somone who really matters is time.

This pandemic brings so many important blessing in disguises for me. Having more of the little girl at home, adequate and proper time to teach five times prayer, even better, to experience her first Ramadan, homeschool her without too much pressure, and a chance to be shown how she much she has improved and done well dealing with current situation. I can’t say how much I am proud of her.

When I looked back, everything I am of now, somehow it returned to one of the biggest investments that my parents did for me, which was those thirteen years I spent doing Piano in Sekolah Musik Yayasan Pendidikan Musik (SM YPM) .

Surviving one non-compulsory thing for such a long time taught so much about persistence, determination, commitment, survival, adaptation, discipline, grit, hard work, in short, all the things to survive any situations in life. It gives me shiver how those thirteen years keep giving more returns in many unexplicable ways, until now.

It’s been around five years when I decided to spare one best slot of the days in the week for one(s) who supported me in every way to survive those years.

Since the beginning of Life in the time of Corona post series, I have said that it’s best to keep in mind that this situation will last longer than we imagine. So, we could make it easier by setting daily schedule, taking care the place we live, making daily and weekly plans, and totally dropping the long term ones. Slowly change what we can do and keep finding something to enjoy more of daily life. With what we have, right where we are.

In the end, everthing happens for a reason. I couldn’t be more grateful to be living in a place with fresh air, nice weather, quiet and calm neighbourhood, good public tranportation, with my ring 1 during this pandemic life.

It turns out to be one of the best things about (Ngga) Enaknya Pindah ke London Bagian I.

London, 17 Ramadan 1441 H.