I Found Myself at Junior High School 1 Dompu ^_^

Since I was a child, my parents never allowed me to join singing, traditional and modern dancing, and sport competition. They just gave me permission to be a qori’ah. But, my teachers at my beloved SMP 1 Dompu changed and helped me to find myself ^_^ 

When I was at first grade at Junior High School, there was a province level event it was called “PORSENI” that was conducted in Mataram (the capital city of NTB Province), Lombok Island. It was about 12 hours from Dompu, could be reached by bus, motorcycle and car.

Mr. Buhari was my art teacher who chose me to be one of vocal group members. Wenny, Lesti, Dhani, and Syarif were my partners. Firstly, my parents did not allow me, but all of my siblings tried to explain and convey them that I would be oke, they did not have to worry about that. 

Because there was a permission from my parents, I joined it and did vocal training every afternoon at school. We sang anthem such as Gebyar-gebyar, Pantang Mundur and Nggahi Rawi Pahu( Dompu’s song). After several weeks, we prepared our departure to Lombok Island. We used two bussess and started our trip at 07:00 P.M. Some nostalgia songs accompanied us on the road, that was so nice and unforgettable moment for us.

In the morning after we spent 12 hours on bus, we arrived at Asrama Haji. It was the place to stay during 5 days which had prepared to all participants for Porseni NTB Province.  I met many new friends over there. They were from West Sumbawa, Sumbawa, Bima, West Lombok, Central Lombok, East Lombok, etc. They were unique and friendly although some of them were not :D We could guess they were coming from Sumbawa, Lombok, or Bima by their accent and style :)

 Porseni ( Pekan Olahraga dan Seni) divided into two groups they are sport and art. Vocal group and qur’an recitation were classified into art then football, volley ball, taqro, etc were classified into sport. That was the first and nice experience that  out of my town ! I felt so glad and lucky joined the competition. I could also walk around in Mataram with my friends ^_^ Alhamdulillah, thanks Mr. Bukhari :D

Finally, at the last night our group was elected as the runner up. We had done our best, but Allah was not allowed our group to be the winner. It did not matter, the impotrtant things were the process and experience! :)

 

" Parents are the people who always worry about their children. If you wanna do something that out of their mind, tell them politely then the blessing will accompany your feet steps"

Rapizza

Once upon a time, lived a poor farmer and his wife. One day, they tried to steal a pizza from “ Lazeezan Aza Shop” because his wife was pregnant and really wanted to eat pizza.

Unfortunately the spouse was caught on by the owner. The owner was actually an old wicked witch. Directly, the owner screamed “ How dare you steal pizza from my shop!”,  “ I will turn you both into rats”. The couple trembled with fear. Finally, the witch said “ Well, I will let you go, but you must give me your baby”. The poor man did not know what else to do, so he said yes.

A few months later, a beautiful baby girl was born from the farmer’s wife. Immediately, because of their fault, the old wicked witch came and snatched the girl away from them. The beautiful baby named Rapizza. The wicked witch gave that name because her parents stole a pizza from her shop.

Rapizza grew up to be a beautiful young girl in the highest floor of apartment because she locked there. Rapizza was different from another girl. She had long golden hair and beautiful voice that always touched everyone’s heart who heard it. Everyday, she just sang a song in her room because there was nothing to do.

One day, a man visited the apartment which Rapizza lived. The man was the wicked witch’s grandson, his name was Hut. Because of the destiny, Hut saw Rapizza sang a song while combing her long golden hair. He was speechless and admired to Rapizza. At that time, Hut fell in love at the first sight.

After the day, Hut secretly visited his grandmother’s apartment to see and meet Rapizza. Because Rapizza had never met any man before, for the first time she saw a handsome man who was the grandson’s of the wicked witch she fell in love too at the first sight. They loved and needed each other and made a plan to escape from the apartment.

When the due day came, Hut tried to take Rapizza to go outside from the apartment. Unluckily, his grandmother caught on them and she was very angry. Without any compassion, they were thrown separately by the wicked witch to the jungle.

Hut stucked in the thorny bush and it made his eyes blind. Rapizza was very  sorrowful and wandered to find his true love. Fortunately, when she walked beside the thorny bush, she heard a voice which asked for a help. The person was the man who always stayed in Rapizza’s heart, on the other words he was Rapizza’s lover. Rapizza was surprised. She embraced Hut and cried on Hut’s face.

Unconsciously, the tears dropped down into the Hut’s eyes. Because of the miracle, Hut’s eyes healed directly by Rapizza tears.

When Hut opened his eyes, he realized that his true love was by his side. Happily, they embraced each other and went to find a better life. After having a house, they built a big branch of “ Lazeezan Aza” named “ Rapizza Hut” and lived happily along life.

1. Nur Imamah            ^_^  

2. Fariza Az-zahra         ^_^

3. Indah Irodah             ^_^

Refrences:
1. I forget where I put all of them on my laptop, sorry. hehe

The Happiest moment in my life 

Ten

years ago, in front of my class in Elementary School 1 Dompu, I gathered with my classmates in resting time. We were sharing and laughing together.

When my friends and I wanted to go to the canteen, one of my friends from another class called me to go to the teachers’ room. I was so afraid because I thought I made a mistake, but when I arrived there, Mr. Firdaus, my Islamic teacher received me with open arms then said “ Do you like to join MTQ for Elementary School Level next month? “ I felt so surprised and thought “ Oh, what is going on? I cannot do that! “ I just confused and speechless at that time. He asked me again and I replied “ No, I do not” .  He was little bit confused because saw my pale face. He tried to encourage and convey me to join it because he was so sure I could do it like my parents did.

On my way home, I thought about it along the street until I arrived at my home. As usual, “Umi” I called my mother asked me to get a lunch first, she looked at my face then tried to ask me about what was happening because I was grim visaged. I preferred to silent and just ate some food that had prepared on the table. After eating, I took a pray then slept in my bedroom.

A few hours later, aji (my daddy) arrived at home after finishing his job at office. My mother accompanied him to eat. I did not know what umi said to aji at that time. When I woke up, aji got close to me then said “ What is wrong with you, my beloved child?  Are you angry with your mom?”. “ No, I am not” I replied. My father asked me again, again, all over again until I told him what the problem was that I faced. My daddy called my mom happily then told about that news. They were so happy and support me so much. Ya Allah, I was so confused because I could not read holy Qur’an in a good and beautiful manner. Because of it, I could not sleep tightly at night.

In the morning at my school, Mr. Firdaus asked me again and forced me to join MTQ which would be held next month. I was still keep silent and never gave any division. Besides, my friends who knew that event supported me and encouraged me to follow my teacher and my parents want. All people looked like ghosts who always asked me everywhere, everytime. It made me afraid and did not want to go to school. Every morning, I tried to look for many reasons in order to not attend the class such as headache, stomachache, and many more.

Then, there was no choice to me. I must joined the competition because I was the only one student who was represent all my friends. Because of the support of my parents, I tried to read holy Qur’an in a beautiful style. Every maghrib after praying, my father taught me patiently during a month. But, I was still nervous thought about the competition. I was so stressed then sick whereas I would compete on the following week. My parents worried, as can as possible, my parents took care of me in order to heal me.

Alhamdulillahhirabbil’alamiin, Allah SWT gave me a recovery and I passed the competition well. Finally, for the first time I became the winner at Qur’an Recitation for Elementary School. My parents and my teacher were so happy. I saw happiness on their eyes and proud smile on their lips. I was so happy because I could make a happiness on their face because of my achievement :’) I love you both umi and Aji :’) Thanks and love for my teachers at Elementary School 1 Dompu :’)

 " If there is a will there is a way" . Do not be afraid to try something new, who knows there is a fortune for you :) Remember, parents' blessing is a gold to catch successful life :) Good Luck Guys!