Sunday, August 5, 2012

Iran : Istana terkecil dan dongeng


Day 2...

4.00
     Pintu kamarku diketuk, bude sudah membangunkanku untuk solat subuh, seperti yang beliau janjikan kemarin :) Segera saja aku mengambil air wudhu dan sholat, untuk kemudian tidur lagi, hehe. Maklumi, aku masih belum bisa menyesuaikan diri dengan jadwal disini.

8.00
     Akhirnya aku bangun untuk yang kedua kalinya, dan lagi-lagi karena dibangunkan bude (sudahlah siang bangunnya, dibangunin lagi, dasar kebo :p hehe). Kemudian aku ditawari sarapan ala iran. Yang dihidangkan pertama kali adalah roti dengan dua jenis, yang tebal dan yang tipis. Untuk yang tebal, rasanya sangat hambar, sedangkan yang tipis alot dan.... hambar juga -_- Demi mengurangi rasa hambarnya, aku menambahkan butter sebagai selainya, namun ternyata itu hanya menambah tidak karuan rasa yang tersajikan T.T Di samping dua jenis roti yang kusebutkan tadi, aku masih disuguhi dengan dua jenis minuman : teh dan susu (dan ternyata harus kuhabiskan dua-duanya :o bisa kau bayangkan bagaimana kenyangnya aku? :|)

9.00
     Selesai makan, mandi, dsb. kami memulai perjalanan ke istana terkecil di iran
     Di perjalanan aku dikejutkan dengan model taxinya iran yang PBB (diPake Bareng Bareng) kayak angkot. Bukan hal yang sangat mengejutkan sih, namun aku sedang membayangkan saja diriku tergencet diantara orang-orang Iran yang berbadan besar begitu :O Bisa-bisa aku pulang ke Indonesia tinggal kentut entar :p Selidik punya selidik, ternyata di Iran ada dua jenis taxi, yang seperti angkot itu namanya *lupa* kalau yang taxi normal namanya darbah atau darbas (whatever, itulah pokoknya). Kembali ke istana, istana yang kami kunjungi ini bernama *lupa* dan berdiri ketika dinasti qajar berkuasa. Meskipun istana terkecil, namun istana ini berhasil membuatku kecapekan dan ngos-ngosan, dan menakjubkannya istana ini hanya digunakan untuk menjamu tamu, ckck. BOROS tau nggak :p
     Istana ini ber-ornament rumit bergaya Eropa bercampur Iran (Kala itu raja Iran sedang  menjadi 'bonekan'ya Eropa). Hiasan marmer dan gading akan sangat mudah dijumpai di Istana ini. Entah mengapa, sepertinya raja Iran memiliki obsesi khusus terhadap gading, hmmm... mereka tidak tahu itu namanya melanggar HAH (Hak Asasi Hewan) :p

13.00
     Waktunya makan siang, tapi sebelumnya kami mau solat dulu agar makannya tidak tergesa-gesa dan sudah tenang karna terbebas dari kewajiban :) Di masjid, aku mencoba memakai mukena ala Iran, hanya selembar kain putih bermotif bunga, bentuknya lebih seperti sprei kalo menurutku, heheee (ssst jangan bilang-bilang yah) 
     Sambil menunggu azan, aku didongengi bude tentang perpecahan kaum islam setelah wafatnya Nabi saw. Beberapa umat islam mempercayai bahwa sayidina ali bin abi thalib sebagai pewaris nabi saw yang sah, sedangkan sebagian lainnya menginginkan adanya demokrasi dan mengangkat Abu bakar as-shidiq sebagai khalifah. Kelompok abu bakar inilah yang kita kenal sebagai kaum sunni dan kelompok Ali adalah kelompok syiah.
     Sayyidinah Ali kemudian wafat karena diracun. Digantikan anaknya, Imam Hasan yang kemudian wafat karena diracun juga. Digantikan lagi oleh adiknya, Imam Husein yang wafat dengan kepala terpenggal di tanah karbala – rasulullah yang telah diberitahu tentang hal ini oleh malaikat jibril. Sehingga, jauh sebelum kejadian ini Beliau memberikan segenggam tanah karbala kepada Ummu Saidah, istri beliau yang diperkirakan berumur panjang, dengan pesan ‘apabila tanah tersebut berubah menjadi darah, itu artinya Husein telah terbunuh. Dan konon kabarnya, ketika Husein terbunuh, tanah tersebut benar-benar berubah menjadi darah. Hingga sekarang, tanah karbala adalah tanah yang dianggap suci. – tampuk kepemimpinan pun terus bergulir, semua Imam berakhir tragis, terbunuh oleh racun. Hingga sampailah pada pemimpin ke 12, Karena pemimpin ke 12 – imam mahdi – gaib (seperti nabi Isa as yang diangkat Allah swt ke langit). Dari cerita-cerita bude tadi,  yang cukup mengagetkanku adalah cerita tentang nabi Khidzir dan nabi Ilyas yang ternyata juga gaib keberadaannya. Di perkirakan beliau-beliau tersebut masih hidup di bumi ini, bahkan salah satunya di dasar laut. WOW.
14.30
     Setelah berputar-putar, kami memutuskan untuk makan pizza khas Iran. Sambil menunggu pizza dihidangkan, aku bertanya-tanya ke bude seputar nikah mut'ah. Karena beberapa hari yang lalu aku membaca artikel tentang nikah mut'ah, dan itu berkonotasi negatif. Ketika aku bertanya tentang itu, bude langsung mengambil mimik wajah serius dan menjelaskan bahwa nika mut'ah biasa di gunakan sebagai nikah jenjang awal. Biasanya yang melakukan adalah mahasiswa yang belum berpenghasilan, karena di dalam nikah permanen, terdapat perjanjian bahwa sang suami harus menafkahi istrinya. Roughly sih begitu. Namun akhirnya banyak yang menyalah gunakan untuk bersenang-senang dengan bergonta-ganti pasangan, naudzubillahimindzalik.
16.00
     Kenyang sekali :3 sampai-sampai pizzanya masih harus dibungkus untuk dibawa pulang. Kami akan pulang menggunakan 'mrt' nya Iran, benar-benar perjalanan yang melelahkan dan menyenangkan :)





Saturday, August 4, 2012

My Chickenpox progress..

Day 1 (3 August 2012)...
     Today, I found a tiny red benjolan, I thought it was caused by a mosquito bite. I told my mother, and we agree to wait for one more day to decide what is that.

Day 2 ..
     There is two more benjolan, I was starting to worry.  But, I felt a little bit tired and  fell a sleep --without even bothering about that benjolan-- till afternoon. After I woke up, I found another two on my neck! That's enough to decide that I was infected by chickenpox. That really make me down. Because it is my HOLIDAY, and 2 more weeks is lebaran, where all my big family will come to Salatiga.
     After we pray maghrib, my parents took me to a clinic. It's brought me to a long long time ago, when I was in elementary school. It has the same atmosphere, the same place, but not the same age ;DD
     The doctor told me I need to rest for two weeks if it's getting worst, but he also said that it shouldn't be bad, because I was given the vaccine when I was child.
     I was really shocked, because that means I cannot do a pajamas party with my friend, bukber bilingual class, and others. I cannot do anything except crying and praying (and use a lot of tissues :p). I hate it but I cannot refuse it. Arrgghh, it drives me nuts ..

Day 3 ..
     Suddenly I'm thinking about making a table that arrange all the things I must do in one days. And this is it, I wrote: 8 glass of water, 1 bottle vitamin C, 2 glass of milk, drugs 3x and 2x, salep 4x, and finally the number of benjolan. And under the table I wrote "GANBATTE 1 MINGGU SEMBUH"
     I was shocked in the end of the day, when I count all the benjolan. Suddenly it spreads out into 19. O-ow, calm down, calm down :-/

Day 4..
     When I woke up this day, I felt bad. Because of this chicken pox I always been in an 'unstable' condition, sometimes I caught a cold (usually in the early morning and night).
     I always feel pain when I'm eating, because the chicken pox has 'attacked' my throat. That's terrible. And the worst news is the benjolan has became uncountable now, maybe around 40 or 50 and that's really disgusting. I even don't want to see myself on a mirror.

Day 5..
      I feel worse today -_- and I have decided for not fasting. So, here I am, continuing sleeping instead of eating sahur and got up again by 8 or 9. Because of the chicken pox in my throat also getting worse, I cannot eat properly anymore, I need to drink pediasure to change the food.
     And today, when I really really need to take a rest, I can't. Because the pain just don't let me to -_- that's awful. Even when I can have a rest for 1 hour only, that's not a good sleep T-T
     After taraweh my grand parents come and insist to see me. They comfort me with a story about this illness in the past. LOL.
     Time to sleep... and I can't. It's worse then the pain in the afternoon. Argh, and it 'attacks' my back. Just like many needles prick me in one time. I really panic because of that, I tried a lot of way, salep, bedak, until asking my mom to rub my back, but it doesn't work. On the contrary, it causes one benjolan to be 'crashed'. Until sahur I still can't sleep, but because I'm really tired, I don't care about my pain anymore and just sleep. Lucky, I can. And that's a pretty good sleep, fufufu.

Day 6..

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Birthday Incident

2 August, 2012
     And I am turning into 16 now :) Alhamdulillah, Allah still give me a beautiful life until now. Even though, this evening I messed up my plan, about going to Indonesia on my birthday. Because, I found out that I haven't booked my plane yet. At the first time, I really hope that it's not true, I'm trying to calm down even though I'm really panic to death at that time.
     And that's true. I haven't booked it. How could I've been so stupid for not checking my email. How could I.... messed my birthday. I'm start crying, because it's so silly. My mom tries to help me looking for another ticket for me to go tomorrow. I know, even if I cried will not change the fact that I have done something stupid. It just won't stop, the tears keep flowing down.
     The ticket is really expensive for going directly to Jogja. To make it cheaper, instead of going directly to jogja, I will go to Jakarta first for transit and then going to Semarang. It's sad to spend so much money just because I did something silly, but I need to accept it anyway. When my mom almost done with the first ticket, I found out that the ticket on 13 august is even cheaper than tomorrow's ticket.
     I become really galau (confuse-red) for just deciding which date I will back to Indonesia. The opportunity cost for going back tomorrow is I will loose all the activity in Singapore, bukber Imas, discussion with Hatta Rajasa, and the concert in embassy, I'll loose it all. But on the other side, I don't really think those activities are better than in Indonesia. Arrghh this is really driving me crazy. I try to write out all the good and bad side for both options. And I still cannot decide it.
     Finally, after a few minutes doing the argument with myself, I choose to ask for Allah's help, because Allah surely knows everything that will happen to us in the future. So, I did sholat istikharah, that is a kind of praying when you are confuse about deciding something.
     After I pray, I feel that going back to Indonesia tomorrow will be better, even though I still doubt it, because it's seems that the activities in Singapore are more 'attractive'. After my mom takes the quick action (booking the ticket :p) I don't have anything to complaint anymore, because the decision has been made.
     Because of this incident, I cannot sleep at all, because if I choose to sleep i will not wake up on time for sure! Suddenly, I remember back then, when I was a child. Everytime I did a mistake, I couldn't fall asleep. I always thinking of the best way to take an advance from the incident, and that's make my brain forces to work, of course if my brain's working, I cannot sleep. The biggest mistake I've ever done in elementary school is deleting my sister's article (although I didn't do it purposely) consist of her life story which she wants make it into a novel. And do you know how many pages she has made? 100 something. And that's a really big deal for me to replace what I've done *sigh* finally I really became her baburela :p The second one was when I change my mom's phone language into Chinese. And I cannot fix it -_- what a pity curious girl. Luckily I have a great mother, she always be there when I couldn't sleep, she always gave me a courage (except fot today :p LOL) Mom, I LOVE YOU full LOL

Anyway, Happy birthday for me! :D hehe, anybody wants congratulate me?