-
Recent Posts
- KENAPA SULTAN ACEH MENYERAH PADA BELANDA
- HATI RESAH BERKISAH
- AKHIR RIWAYAT SANG DURJANA
- MENGAPA HARUS MEMPELAJARI BAHASA DAERAH
- RISALAH SANG DURJANA BAGIAN DUA PULUH SEMBILAN
- RISALAH SANG DURJANA BAGIAN DUA PULUH DELAPAN
- SATU DUNIA BERBAGAI DIMENSI
- JEJAK LANGKAH
- SEMERBAK AROMA ANGSANA DI BANDA ACEH
- PARA ULEEBALANG RAJA KECIL DI ACEH DARI MASA KESULTANAN SAMPAI REVOLUSI SOSIAL (1512-1946)
- MELALUI (KEMUDIAN) MENGALAMI
- SEJARAH PENDIRIAN PUSA (PERSATUAN ULAMA SELURUH ACEH)
- PENJARA PIKIRAN
- KENAPA SEJARAH TAK BOLEH DILUPAKAN
- BUSTANUS SALATIN PANDUAN BERKUASA PARA SULTAN ACEH
- PERAHU BAA MENCAPAI ALIF
- HENRICUS CHRISTIAN VERBRAAK MISIONARIS PERTAMA DI ACEH
- KETIKA ACEH MINTA MENJADI VASAL TURKI USTMANI
- ARAH PENUNGGANG ZAMAN
- SEJARAH KERAJAAN DAYA (LAMNO)
Fans Page
Twitter
My Tweets
Tag Archives: Night
PHILOSOPHICAL SHOCK
All of us, do not be afraid of the dark. But I’m worried about the darkness. Dark is part of life. Darkness is despair that views life as absolute darkness. Darkness is a deterrent, darkness is bitter, darkness is surrender. Continue reading
THE BEAUTY OF THE MOON
THE BEAUTY OF THE MOON. “Do you think the moon is beautiful? Please tell me the beauty of the moon until you look at it while lying down.” Continue reading
INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL
INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL. He is the Devil, who never does anything, he just whispers the temptation into the hearts of the human beings. I am a weak man, my legs are getting trembling with fear. He who was so powerful almost gripped me in his wisdom face. The more I think the more I fear, that I have just met the Devil himself. Continue reading
WE ARE PHYSICIAN OF OUR SOUL
WE ARE PHYSICIAN OF OUR SOUL. My whole body hurt, but soon the surgery that will end this suffering will begin. The surgical time finally arrived. The doctor who will dissect me appears. The doctor is me. Do not worry! You are me. I am the one who performed the operation. Like an annoying doctor, I can’t protest because he is myself. Continue reading
Posted in Fiction, International, Literature, Poetry
Tagged Bachelor, Dark, Drama, Dream, Human, Life, Literature, Logic, Magic, Man, Night, Poetry, Time
2 Comments
A WEEK AFTER THE ACEH TSUNAMI (2004)
A WEEK AFTER THE ACEH TSUNAMI (2004)
When the nights can’t sleep the awakened souls
Tired of forged hot sun burning
And the crashing waves had passed
Leave the debris strewn all over Continue reading
Posted in International, Literature, Poetry, Reportase, Story
Tagged Aceh, Archipelago, Country, Dark, History, Human, Indonesia, Life, Night, Poetry, Time, Tragedy
Leave a comment
MY PRAY, A POEM WRITTEN BY HAMZAH FANSURI
God whatever your bounty for me in the world
Grant to your enemies Continue reading
Posted in International, Literature, Poetry, Story
Tagged Aceh, Ancient, Banda Aceh, Civilization, Culture, Dream, Human, Indonesia, Islam, Legend, Life, Literature, Logic, Love, Man, Night, Poetry, Time, Tradition, World
3 Comments
FOR ONE WEEK IN LOVE
FOR ONE WEEK IN LOVE. Like a blacksmith is she the only one who forges my heart into steel. So for that, I must help her, as a devotion to the teacher. For a week-old love, where in the past I owe it on time. Continue reading
LOOKING FOR THE PATH TO THE LIGHT
LOOKING FOR THE PATH TO THE LIGHT. Right! I have to move, in a slightly longer step. Because I’m sure and have to believe! Move me this, will shake the universe. Continue reading
Posted in International, Literature, Poetry, Story
Tagged Dark, Dream, Human, Life, Logic, Man, Night, Poetry, Time
6 Comments
HARLEQUIN AND THE TREE OF HOPE
HARLEQUIN AND THE TREE OF HOPE. I look at the face in front of me. Not too foreign. Akh, I know now! That’s my face before life makes me prosper. Eager, adventurous. The face of a young man, the face of a lover who is kept away from his lover, by circumstance. Continue reading
THE GHOST AND THE DARKNESS
THE GHOST AND THE DARKNESS. Ghost, according to the common sense that circulated in the community is the soul of the deceased, this tradition may be derived from the Hindu-Buddhist heritage in ancient Indonesia is a sign that the deceased person has not reached the perfect level to reach nirvana so that haunts in the world. Continue reading
