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HOPE FOR PEACE
HOPE FOR PEACE. A Poem was written when the Aceh conflict is at its peak. In every war that suffers most, the most miserable are weak and helpless. Continue reading
TAX AND CIVILIZATION
Tax is the cost of civilization. We get out of a museum, walk while whistling safely, and know that there’s not much in the world for free, and it’s getting more and more expensive. Continue reading
FINDING OUT THE MEANING OF NIGHTMARES
FINDING OUT THE MEANING OF NIGHTMARES. Frankly, I do not like to have nightmares. First, it disturbs sleep. Second, according to Sigmund Freud, the person who regularly nightmares is a sensitive person, quickly offended and many feel the mismatch in everyday life. They find it difficult to get along with “normal” people. But he says too, those who choose creative jobs often have nightmares. Continue reading
SELF EVALUATION
SELF EVALUATION. Tonight, in this muhasabah1), along with the notes I have ever made. I realized with such a high ego, I made artificial wings, and when I fell, wounded others. I am sorry for the mistakes I made, and the mistakes that occurred because I did not do. Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, History, International, Literature, Poetry, Story
Tagged Arab, Bachelor, Civilization, Culture, Dark, Development, Devil, Drama, Dream, Evil, Human, Islam, Legend, Life, Literature, Logic, Love, Machine, Man, Night, Poetry, Return, Saga, Story, Time, Tradition, Tragedy, World
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DISEASE TO DEATH
DISEASE TO DEATH. Human evolves over time, so does the problem of life. The way humans avoid from despair is to live with higher levels of soul. And it’s hard to move for the better every time. To create a better self, we must fight with life. Continue reading
FRUITS OF ANGER
FRUITS OF ANGER
Scorching heat of the sun
Bring a thousand curses at heart
On the sidelines of wind bring sad story
Scatter broken branches Continue reading
THE ORIGIN OF THE COFFEE CULTURE IN ACEH
THE ORIGIN OF THE COFFEE CULTURE IN ACEH. Coffee culture was not found in Aceh until near the end of the 19th Century. An orientalist who became a sociocultural researcher, Snouck Hurgronye wrote in The Achehnese Volume I, during his research of the Acehnese, “For most ordinary people in Aceh, white water is almost the only drink, from time to time (occasionally) it will drink sugar cane juice, squeezed from the trunk only with a very primitive tool.” Continue reading
Posted in History, International, Literature, Opinion, Reportase, Review, Story
Tagged Aceh, Ancient, Archipelago, Banda Aceh, Civilization, Country, Culture, Dark, Devil, Drama, Dream, Evil, History, Human, Indonesia, Islam, Life, Machine, Man, Pirate, Reign, Revolution, Saga, Story, Time, Tradition, Western, World
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HOW TO TELL HISTORY
HOW TO TELL HISTORY. A good historian knows that he is drawing. He tells something, a circumstance, an event, from a situation he might not see, he does not face. Because the material of history is actually like a canvas of memory. Continue reading
WHY PALESTINE IS OUR SADNESS
Palestine is sad. A couple of broken stories about people who lost independence, lands seized and people persecuted. This Palestinian echo is so often forgotten. Continue reading
OH MAN, I COMPLETELY DON’T KNOW YOU
OH MAN, I COMPLETELY DON’T KNOW YOU. But his words are very sweet. Though insulting and not always adoring. It was so easy he made me forget that not a minute ago he made me cry. His smile was innocent. And the most remarkable poem he created has a strong and deep-rooted feeling to the earth. Somehow a man full of contradictions, individualistic and cold can make the word as his slave. Continue reading
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