The Unspoken

Yesterday, my friends and I watched a movie titled "Bulan Terbelah di Langit Amerika". This movie was adapted from the book with the same title and the writers are also the same. That was my second time watching it. That movie tells about an American moslem, Azima, who lost his husband, Ibrahim Hussein, in 9/11 tragedy. Azima believes that his husband was involved in that tragedy because of his conversation on the phone in the day before the tragedy. And after that, she lost her pride as a moslem. Islamophobia had been spread widely after the tragedy of 9/11. Why? Absolutely because the doer is a moslem. And all of the moslem in the world must pay for the crime they never commit. Terrorist, a word that always labelled for moslem especially those who come from middle east and live in west. I remember one of the story in Hanum Rais' book, when one of the moslem women came to Europe and waited for so long in the immigration just because her name sounds like an arabic...

Today the result of the TOEFL progress test was revealed. And I feel very dissapointed about it. I feel like i don't want to talk about it. but I write it anyway. Just in case you are not informed, and I'm sure that you are not because I never talk about it in my blog, now I'm taking an intensive course of TOEFL in Languange Center of ITB. This program is funded by Indonesian Endowment Fund of Education (LPDP). At the beggining we were given a pre-test to measuring our ability in TOEFL and to compare the score with the previous and the next one. I got the very bad score at that time but I didn't really care about it because I thought that it was just the beggining and I have a time to improve it. One month passed and I've learned almost everything. I got the new knowledge about structure and some tricks for reading and listening. Few days before the progress test, I put more effort to prepare it. I re-read the materials, and learned from my friend from english...

Dia yang hadir tanpa permisi apalagi basa-basi, selalu saja membuat resah jiwa-jiwa yang terlena. Untuk mereka yang merindu sang Maha Cinta, mungkin ini hanya sekarat sementara, pengantar pada kerinduan, dengan sabar meniti hari demi hari. Ini bukan ketakutan, hanya debat tentang waktu yang selalu menjadi rahasia. Sedangkan mereka yang melupa ayat, terseok dalam siksa berbau surga, tertipu oleh topeng yang fana, terjajah oleh dunia. Dan aku selalu terjaga bersama doaku, untuk Tuhan yang Maha Segala, izinkan ia yang setia menemani jasadku, pergi dengan khusnul khatimah.

Untukmu duhai diri, yang selalu tergesa dalam merasai, dan selalu terburu dalam memaknai : Sejak masa itu, Sejak sebelum lingkaran kita beririsan Sejak sebelum garis kita berpotongan Sejak sebelum aku mengenal pelangi dan kau mengenal hujan Atau sejak malam hanya berteman bintang dan bulan, dan siang hanya bersuara kicau burung Bahkan sejak sebelum bulan terbelah Atau api mendingin di tubuh Ibrahim Bahkan sejak sebelum Adam berjumpa Hawa, atau Muhammad menggiggil diselimuti Khadijah. Sejak masa itu ketetapan atas kita. -middle of December- Diantara dinginnya Bandung dan dinginnya hati.