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Gaza, Cintaku

Di tengah bising dunia

Di antara baris tipis berita

Kudengar tanahmu kembali membara

Gaza,

Palestina.

Air mata bercucuran

Ketika tangan-tangan keji lantakkan tanahmu.

Hati pun tercabik-cabik

Tatkala kuasa angkara cabut nyawa anak-anakmu.

Gaza,

Palestina.

Kau tubuhku….

Perihmu adalah perihku.

Lukamu adalah lukaku.

Tangismu adalah tangisku.

Gaza,

Palestina.

Kau rinduku…

Tanahmu adalah impianku.

Kehormatanmu adalah perjuanganku.

Merdekamu adalah citaku.

Gaza,

Palestina.

Di tengah bising dunia

Di antara baris tipis berita

Izinkan aku Indonesia

'Tuk berucap,

Bahwa

Kaulah cintaku…

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on July 11, 2014 in Renungan

 

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You Have to Live! [1]

A Griefing Man [2]

“You have to live,”

She prayed for me.

“Not because I am old,

and you are my beloved son.”

“You have to live,”

He said to me.

“Not because I am blind,

and you are my eyes.”

“You have to live,”

He pushed me into safety.

“Not because you are my blood

and my brother.”

“You have to live,”

She shielded me.

“Not because you are my love,

eventhough I love you enough.”

I have to live!

I told to myself repeatedly.

When I saw my father died,

when I saw my mother died,

when I saw my brother died,

when I saw my beloved wife died…

All I witnessed behind my camera.

I have to live!

My mother had prayed for me.

Not because I am her son,

but because I am

the son of this land.

I have to live!

My father had said that to me.

Not because I am his eyes,

but because I am

the world’s eyes.

I have to live!

My brother had guarded me.

Not because I am his brother,

but because I am

the brother of humanity.

I have to live!

My wife had sacrificed herself for me.

Not because she loved me,

But because I am married to truth

Even before I met her.

I have to live,

I whispered to myself.

As much as I want to die

and be with those that I love…

As much as this pain

is killing me…

But I have to live…

Just to tell the world

about this massacre.

[1] A tribute to: all citizens, journalists and news crews who have embraced the danger of death, left their loved ones, and are feeling terrible physical and emotional pains to open the world’s eyes.

[2] Photo was taken from: Mosa’ab Elshamy’s collection http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosaaberising/9516276089/sizes/m/in/set-72157635071774090/

 
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Posted by on August 16, 2013 in Renungan

 

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And the World No Longer Stood Silent

Remember,

When the land was torn

And the world stood silent

Remember,

When people was being slaughtered

Hospitals were being bombed

Civilians lost their live

Dozens

By dozens

By dozens

And the world stood silent.

 

 

Remember,

the Day of Nakba

when a tribe of people gain independence

by sacrificing others

 

Remember,

the Land Day

when thousands

upon thousands

upon thousands

dunams of land

were annexed,

in the name of security and settlement

but ignoring humanity and compassion.

 

 

Remember,

Because the world no longer stood silent.

 

We will cry our shouts of freedom

We will sing our song of liberation.

Palestine

Will be free!

 

We will march to Jerusalem

Starting today,

‘till the end of days.

 

 

Remember,

Because the world is no longer standing

Silently.

 
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Posted by on April 2, 2013 in Renungan

 

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Di Jalan Simpang

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jalan simpang

Barangkali,

Kawan,

Kita sedang berada di

Jalan Simpang.

Saat dirimu anggap

Ke sini lebih dekat.

Sementara, aku enggan menempuhnya.

Justru dekat yang kuhindari.

Saat diriku usulkan

Ke sana yang lebih jauh.

Kuyakin, lebih berarti.

Perjalanan sejati,

Sebagaimana cita-cita kita dulu.

Tapi menurutmu,

Ke sana tak lagi mampu

menjawab tantangan zaman

dan rentan kekalahan.

Barangkali,

Kawan,

Kita berada di

Jalan Simpang

yang menjadi tanda

akhir kebersamaan.

Tribute to: Naruto-Sasuke (Naruto), Varn-Beld (Record of Lodoss War), Nash-Rhavi (Ledgard)

 
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Posted by on March 20, 2013 in Perjalanan, Renungan

 

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Friends, Eternally.

People meet,

and part ways.

Friends come,

and go.

What truly stay is

our concern for each other.

What truly bound us is,

our prayer.

In the middle of the nights,

without you notice.

I pray for you,

for us,

for our memories,

so that our friendship

can be eternal,

like the stars

in the middle of the nights.

Some would say,

that gold is the most precious

in the world.

Others would say,

that diamond is.

But for me,

our friendship worth

millions time

even more.

I can’t spend gold

or diamonds

or any precious

to buy your sincerity.

I can’t use gold

or diamonds

or any precious

to forge our memories.

Only prayers

for our friendship

can be eternal,

like the stars

in the middle of the nights.

 
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Posted by on January 3, 2013 in Renungan

 

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Fragmen Kue Pisang

Perempuan tua,

perlahan menapak trotoar kota.

Debu dan bising kendaraan

menemaninya yang sendiri.

Menjelang maghrib.

Satu-persatu kendaraan menepi.

Penumpangnya masuk restoran

dan memilih menu hari ini.

Bedug berkumandang.

Masakan telah terhidang.

Di tepi jalan, perempuan tua menelan ludah.

Seteguk air putih menunya berbuka.

Hari ini, dan juga hari-hari sebelumnya.

Ketika santap malam usai,

sepasang anak muda keluar restoran.

Perempuan tua pun mendekat.

Ia tawarkan sekeranjang kue pisang,

sambil menahan lapar melilit.

“Sebungkus (isi empat) lima ribu,”

jaja sang perempuan tua.

Hatinya berharap, namun pikirannya menata.

Bisa jadi, mereka terlalu kenyang

untuk membeli kue penyambung hidupnya.

“Beli lima, Bu.”

Perempuan tua terdiam tak percaya.

Tentu pendengarannya yang berkurang.

Tapi apa penglihatannya ikut

termakan usia?

Karena ia melihat uang dua puluh lima ribu terangsur!

“Alhamdulillah…” gumam sepenuh jiwa

mewakili seru hatinya.

Hanya “Alhamdulillah!”.

Lima bungkus kue pisang berpindah tangan.

Si pemudi menatap heran.

“Buat ibu di sebelah,” si pemuda menjawab ringan.

Ia teringat perempuan lain, yang tinggal di samping kosnya.

Bersama anak-anak, tanpa suami.

Tak punya pula sumber penghasilan.

Mereka berpisah.

Kue-kue pisang sekeranjang,

dibawa seorang perempuan tua yang tertatih melangkah.

Kue-kue yang menjadi penyambung hidup,

entah kapan akan terjual laku.

Lima bungkus kue pisang (masing-masing berisi empat),

akan menemui perempuan lain dan anak-anaknya.

Lima bungkus kue pisang itu,

akan menyambung hidup mereka

entah untuk berapa hari lamanya.

Perempuan tua,

perlahan menapak trotoar kota.

Ia membawa sekeranjang kue pisang

dan lapar yang menemani perutnya.

 

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Posted by on August 9, 2012 in Renungan

 

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