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Hajj in Time of Corona

No adjective describing this year better than extra ordinary, including this year hajj as well.

Hajj 2020 only allowed 1000 people who live in Saudi Arabia compared to the usual 2,5 millions people from all over the world in the previous years. Today is Arafah day which is the most essential ritual of hajj. Arafah is where the pilgrims sit throughout the day until the sun set before heading to Mina.

Hajj has always been another trip down memory lane since 2012. The greatest trip I have ever been with the one I loved the most. Even after many years, tears are still easily flowing whenever the mind replaying all the memories happened eight years ago.

It was the most flawful trip I have ever had. A trip had never been that messed up since the very start. The chaos started from the pre-departure until the end which became the most devastating loss in my life. But, years after years, I remembered it as my most treasured trip and period of life. It felt surreal that I could survive all those things happened in 2012.

I wrote it once in Life Happens : The Second Big Dream “Hajj, The Greatest Trip”

Since the first ten days of Dzulhijjah are among the best days of the year to make dua, I made so many desperate duas these days. I asked too many things to the smallest detail.

Life after 2012 has never been getting easier but I am beyond grateful because it’s been such a life worth living. Until this very second and hopefully until the end. Amin.

Eid Mubarak!

Arafah 1441H/2012
Posted in Langit Senja, Maternité, Thoughts

The Last Day of the Happiest School Year

Yesterday was the last day of the most wonderful school year, so far. Not only for the little girl, but also for the parents. I never knew before one year could make so much differences.

A school where we found the answer to years of confusion and frustration. I will really write about this later.

A school which set a whole new standard to the next school we choose for this girl.

A school which gives more than we could ever imagine. Once wrote about this previously in This Cool School.

Instead of being bullied at her first day like few years ago, or clearly being left behind in a baby class by those who called themselves child psychlogist, and some other unpleasant experience, the whole part of this school is truly accepted just the way she is.

That is really important for us.

Not only they offered a huge help about her major problem, they provided the solution as well. Our endless thank yous were replied by : “No, no, it’s fine. That’s our job here” and “It’s our pleasure to work with her”. We didnt even spend a single penny for that.

I already wanted to cry here.

Having no one to really keen of her and couldn’t mingle with the gang of kindergirls previously(it was tough), there’s nothing that made me happier to see how these kids here treated her. They shouted her name, waved her from a far when we met in the street, “HI LENGGIT!”, said goodbye when the school was over, ” BYE LENGGIT!”, spared her some space on the line, took care of her, and sincerely liked her.

Just like today in the park, when she saw some friends from another class playing bubbles together, she slowly approached them but too shy to ask, one of the little girl asked :

“Lenggit, do you want to join us? ”

Those were priceless. And surely made me cry.

We’re fully aware and totally accept she’s not the brightest type. Among 16 areas, half of them are still below standard. We have a lot of homeworks to do.

But the good news is, she has the right attitude about learning and also has secured few things that she loves, being good at, and recognized well by the teacher such as reading and music.

Hope she could continue to find joy in those two while facing and dealing with harder times in the future and keep working on (many) of her other homeworks.

The last day was marked by the tears flowing on the school pick up ranting about how she would miss her bestfriend and endlessly asked when her bestfriend would come to our house.

Summer break until September begins.

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Four Months in Four Minutes

After three months watching the whole world in pause, currently, in the fourth month after UK official lockdown, everything is trying to have slow recovery. Personally, for certain things, I don’t want them to return to the way they used to. Like sitting next close to stranger in public transport and the way school operates.

It could be one of the biggest changes in many ways of life that we have been through in the life time.

It’s almost impossible to just let all the things happened in the last four months being forgotten without a proper memoire.

Four months in four minutes to remind me that I once got through something as extraordinary as this pandemic period.

Luckily, in this city.

Lockdown in Rotherhithe.

New normal in London.

Posted in Books, Thoughts

True Privilege(s)

Among many words that being (ab)used often this year, privilege is one of them. As seen in current situations where inequalities happen everywhere, privilege becomes one of the keywords for the context.

According to Cambridge dictionary, privilege is an advantage that only one person or group of people has, usually because of their position or because they are rich. Most of the time, money is one of the strongest indicators of privilege and it’s true. Money might be not everything, but it surely makes things easier.

With money alone, the on-going pandemic even gives a clear line between those with privileges and those who arent. Those with savings and stable job could get through this hard time by surviving from home. Their life continues without so much struggles. But ones who are not as lucky, everyday might feel like a battle that should be fought hard in order to win. As lucky as I could be to be on the privileged side, I couldn’t help admiring those, in spite of their hard situation, keep thriving against all odds.

I have been realizing for some time that privilege comes in so many uncountable forms beyond money. Where you were born, who your parents (and later, your partner) are, a geographical place where you grow up, those were among given priveleges that one could have without effort since it’s all given. But, these past few months show that the true privileges are the intangibles of the tangibles. From my eyes, these are some examples of more real and needed privileges, or maybe kind of privileges that I want my daughter to have:

True privilege is not about how much money one has or earn, but the skill to know how to use it well, to achieve the goals and to give benefit to others.

True privilege is not about having good brain, but the ability to keep learning, trying, and not giving up when things get hard.

True privilege is not only about owning many things, but the ability and the willing to take care of it everyday.

True privilege is not living comfortably but having the adaptability skill to survive any situations.

True privilege is the ability to not taking things for granted, maintaining your health when you’re healthy, being conscious about what you do and your life, be grateful for everything that life has given to you.

True privilege is being mentally and physically healthy.

True privilege is knowing how much is enough based on your own standard not others and knowing your priorities and live accordingly.

True privilege is being able to be kind in this crazy world.

If those were summed up in one big picture, privilege is having the right mindset to live the life.

When I started my motherhood journey, the greatest unseen privilege that I have is : having choices. One should know how priceless it is. Tracing the dots back, having choices in the future was the result of the what focus on doing hard times one chose (or being chosen) in the past. I couldn’t help remembering one of James Clear’s quotes :

The Paradox of Freedom:

The way to expand your freedom is to narrow your focus.

Stay focused on saving to achieve financial freedom.

Stay focused on training to achieve physical freedom.

Stay focused on learning to achieve intellectual freedom.

What I realized after being a mother, such privileges are all earned. Not given. Through what? Through choosing the right courses in school life, as Prof Christensen said in How to Measure Your Life. Not until I became a mother then I knew that those hard times I had been through would give me easier path in the future. Not until I had my own child, those hard times were so much harder on the mother’s side than the child’s.

Giving your child hard times is ten times harder than experiencing them by yourself. It takes a lot of courage, commitment, stubborness, and heart made of steel to make and watch your child ‘suffer’, for good. Giving them hard times take the right treatment since you need to be fully present and supportive. Telling them to do something is not enough. You as parents, need to walk the talk. You need to keep learning on how to make and help them survive the hard times, without having unwanted damage.

Bloody hard works.

I was too afraid to imagine what I would become of if my parents didnt work hard and had strong heart to keep me stick with those challenging times. Been watching many examples and result if the parents takes the easy way. The price that the child should pay sometimes is too hard to handle.

The question is how to pass these privileges? Tracing back once again from my own experience, building privileges starts from building a good foundation, which is good characters. And good characters are the result of good habits built from early years. It’s a long term full time job. It’s tiring and exhausting. Countless time to resist the urge to quit, countless time to fall, stop, and breaks, then stand up once again.

The result of good habits built for years could only be visible in the long run. That makes many fail because we basically always want an instant result.

As James Clear wrote in Atomic Habits,

Habit

Progress

Outcome

Habit becomes character.

Character becomes one of most precious privileges.

More hardworks in future years and long way to go to create and pass as many as privileges to the next generation.

Because why not?

Life is never getting easy.

And, James Clear’s Atomic Habits is clearly one of the most important books to read in its category.

8 July 2020

(Updated) : Just listened to this and I couldn’t believe one of the best blogger whose writing I’ve been enjoying a lot since a long time said the very same idea about privilege in minute 42.

“The truest form of privilege is having the right mindset”.

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After 30 Years

I have been watching the doctor rooting for the club for 18 years (out of 22 years).

I’ve been witnessing how the mood could very much affected by the match result. That high school silly boy.

I have been listening to his (frustrating, exciting) rants for so many times.

Once listened to his almost two hours whinning when Torres moved to another club through international roaming phone calls (scary).

Once accompanied him watching the club play at GBK until late night when they visited Jakarta few years ago.

Twice accompanied him to Anfield. The first time for appetizer and warming up, the second time for main course, singing the anthem with the other birds that flocked together. Maybe the third time needed for the sweet dessert?

Not a fan of the club, but, watching their journey for years, step by step, progress by progress, it’s unimaginable to finally see the end of 30 years of waiting.

2015/16: 7th rank EPL + Final UEL + Final League Cup

2016/17: 4th rank EPL

2017/18: 4th rank EPL + Final UCL

2018/19: 2nd rank EPL + Champions UCL + Champions Super Cup + Champions Club World Cup

2019/20: Champions EPL

One thing about this, you can hate the club, but you can’t help falling for the Klopp. They can start building Klopp statue in front of the main gate. He deserves it.

Look at him being humble here. Giving credit to everyone but himself.
https://twitter.com/i/events/1276246091868934146?s=20

Everything will fall into its place when its about the time. They have all the right things to deserve the trophy.

The right attitude.
The right coach.
The right team.
The highest score with the biggest difference with the runner up.
The earliest to win the title.

Above all those winning points, yet, they have the most quiet celebration in EPL history after postponing the league for 13 weeks due to the pandemic.

From James Clear,

“You always hold the rights to your effort, but never to your results.

Results are entitled to no one. At best, they are on loan and must be renewed each day.

All you own is the right to try.”

Congratulations for the Champion of England title, Lads.

Posted in Places, Thoughts

Summer Time

Summer is here. My least favorite season of the year, which for some people it’s the most enjoyable period when the day is long, sun is out, and it’s holiday.

The toughest part of summer is the praying schedule. Having subuh as early as 2.40 and isya as late as 10.43 is quite hard. But, it will slowly getting better. The temperature keeps rising for the last few days and it reached 30 celcius for these two days. The weather seems sending the signal to the body and mind to remind that they will soon deal with such temperature again. Yes, the end of this long holiday is near.

More and deeeper rants about that later.

As summer comes and curve flatenned, the UK government has announced another stage of easing lockdown yesterday. Start from 4th July, almost every bussiness could reopen their door. Hairdresser, library, children playground, pubs, museums, galleries, hotel, campsite, and dine in restaurant. After three months, it’s nervously excited to have all those things back.

Resuming holiday still takes lots of doubt. Because things will never be the same again after this. The anxiety is still bigger than the excitement. It feels like torn between keep being safe at home just like what we have for these three months and the longing for being in a new place once again.

While the other countries have started to slowly enjoy old normal life, Indonesia forced itself to join the crowd when more cases are available. Still, the shameless government keeps doing NOTHING significant to improve the situation. Three months have passed without any clear strategies.

Have I told you lately that we’re hopeless? I have and will be telling that again and again. It’s heart-wrenching knowing that going back to the place with stupid, ignorant, useless government is unavoidable.

Six out of twelve months have passed. Hopefully things will get better in the next six months.

Greeting Hello Summer with soft whisper and loud prayer.

Trafalgar Square today : never would imagine sunny summer day in London to be this empty
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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.

😭😭😭😭😭