If I were a Magician

Everything in this world can happen by a trick or illusion, right? How easy it is, if I can do anything by a clap. I begin to interest about magic when I was 15 years old. I like to watch the TV program which show a magic. One person who makes me interest is Pak Tarno. He is the one of old magician from Indonesia. He is well known as a magician who always say “bim salabim jadi apa prok prok prok”. I know him from his first perform in TV program of The Master Season 3. He can make the audience interest by his perform. One thing that I like is… when he plays it and then there is a bird appear from his hat. It makes me to say “waw”.

I like a trick of magic, it is not only from Pak Tarno but also from another magician like Dady Corbuzier and etc. Sometimes, I want to study about magic, but it is never happen because a lot of task that should I do. Until now, I cannot do a simple trick of magic, but one day in the future, I have a little dream to study about magic. Magic is not about mystical. If you think study about magic is a fool for one’s pains, it is completely wrong, although magic just a game, but you will find that… all the things in this world is guileful. I imagine if I were a magician, I would tour and perform a trick of magic in front of audience until they give me applause.

Now, the problem is… Is it okay in Islam? My friend says to me… you can study anything, except magic. She believes that magic is a one thing that prohibited in Islam. It belongs to “syrik”. One another friend says to me that… it is okay, because magic just a game and it depends on our confidence. She also says that, “maybe” it can be a “syrik” if it involves the part of body, like Limbad do, he is the one of magician in The Master Season 3 who use the power of his body to show his magic.

Yet, trick of magic that I want to study is not about that, I just want to know the trick of magic just like Pak Tarno do. If I browse in internet, there are a lot of opinion that say… Magic is forbidden or it’s fine to do a trick of magic. Yet, I cannot judge all that opinions directly, I think, one of my friend is true... “It depends on our confidence”.

Study about magic just a little part of my dream after I reach all of my biggest dream in my life. Become a magician just the last thing that I want to do. It belongs to the last but not the list. Maybe, it can be happen or not, I still don’t know. One important thing is… it just about hidden dream.

      NEW INDONESIA

     Indonesia is a country which really rich and having good human resources. Indonesia also has a lot of culture. From Sabang Island until Merauke Island, you can find the beauty of traditional dances of Indonesia. But, mostly we forget about our culture. One question for example is… when we are given a question about, “Can you mention the kinds of culture from your own country?” I cannot give a guarantee that Indonesian person really know about it. Although we cannot remember one by one the name of our culture because it is innumerable, it doesn’t matter that we forget it.

      As a student, we just need to respect it. We have to keep our struggle to develop our culture. Feasibly, we can join some culture clubs as a one of our struggle to make alteration for our country. Where, the meaning of join that culture clubs are persuading someone to see and learn more about Indonesia and so that, they know.. how rich Indonesia culture and how proud to be the part of Indonesia. And also it can be our nest egg to build Indonesia become the best.

      Each part of island in Indonesia has different language also. But the miracle of Indonesia is... we still be one of big family and we can communicate to each other by Indonesia Language as a lingua franca.

      One onother thing that we have to know, we are young generations who have a big task to build new Indonesia. Start to be altruism person who always take care to others and protect Indonesia from enemy.

The Sweat Tears of The Girl

I was born in Malang on July 21^st, 1997. When I was child, I was include as a naughty child. My mother often said to me… “Actually, when there is your friend who walk in front of you… directly, you hit her or him without any reason…” Until now… I felt that I never did it. I just remembered the first time when I went to the kindergarten school… At that time, I was very hate to go to school. I remembered… when my mother delivered me to go to school… and when we already arrived there, my mother came back to house to do some activities… and directly, I accompanied her from her back side and she didn’t know it and…when we arrived in the house, I was hiding on the back side of the door to make surprise. On that situation…I thought, she would be happy with my arrival, but…the fact was… she was little bit angry to me and delivered me again to the school. In the school… when the lesson would be started, I cried so loud because I wanted to come back my house… but the teachers locked all of the door in the classroom. I still cried and tried to open the door, but because of my body was too short… so I could not open it. At that time… I just thought that the teachers were really mean to me.

I also ever had experience… when I was around 5 years old, I was given green bean snack (       I forgot, whose person that gave that thing to me). I didn’t eat it directly, but I played it. I put it into my nose cavity, and… suddenly I could not take it out and I was very afraid… I cried and called my father. My father was very worried about me and he asked me to squish it and… Alhamdulillah when I did it… the green bean succeeded going out from my nose cavity and I stop crying.

Another story… when I was in elementary school, grade 2, I ever had bad mark in mathematics… Ya... I got zero and I told to my friend “Hey… don’t tell this to my mother, please.” But… suddenly, when my mother picked me up… she said it without any reason and I was very angry but, I tried to keep silent in front of my mother. On the way to go to house, I said “Mom, don’t tell father about it”... In the evening my father checked my tasks that I got from the school and he looked my math mark. He was not angry, but he said, “What is this…? Why you can get it?” At that time I just kept silent and my father tweaked my ear. I felt that when my father did it, it was like... my father just touched my ear. But… I didn’t know why, suddenly I cried. Maybe… at that time I felt so sad because I got bad mark. After my father tweaked my ear, directly I came to my mother to get protection. My mother tried to make a play for me, so that I stopped crying.

And… when I was four grade, mostly my friends said that our math teacher was like vicious person. But… I thought, it was wrong, I tried to understand him by looking to another side and I succeeded to do it. I tried to learn more what is actually mathematics for.And…because of him I began to interest in math. You could say that he was the first person who made me believe that “The essence of mathematics is not to make simple things complicated, but to make complicated things simple.”(By: S. Gudder). Although sometimes, I thought that math could make me crazy because difficult to me to find the answer. But… there were something special in math… m-a-t-h was a foundation and basic to study another lesson and every time you would meet thousand number that relate with math and when we had to face the question about math, we didn’t only have one way to find the correct answer but we had many ways to find the perfect answer.

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In this senior high school, I found my new life, it was started in the dormitory of SMAN 10 Malang. The first time when I entered this dorm, I often had a feeling of homesick, because I miss my family,and although I was Malang student… my parents often visited me here. But, step by step I could face my new life. I tried to enjoy with activities in this school and dorm,although it made me so tired and when I related it with activities when I was in Junior High School, it was “very” different. Sometimes, I felt so stress because of that, especially when there was one off-day, but… school or dormitory side still organized the event and it was held all day full. Sometimes, I thought that, it should be student day to take a break after long week we studied.  But… it was my real life and I had to face it although it was hard and I had to be smart to manage my time.

I was not alone, I had friends here who help me to give color in my real life. And... they were my second family who close to me. So... sometimes, when I felt down, I could think that, "They can face their life and me too."

 

One story left, the first time on the MOS section all of student grade 10 were divided into 9 houses and I was the one of Dove House member. At that time, I didn't know, the meaning of “house” in this school. And, because we still didn't know each other I felt so gauche to talk and I ever thought to move in the other house. But… step by step I knew… about the meaning of house… and we were gathered because we had same characters with each other. And... until know... I thought that it was true.