Just had a good time at consulate

Being far from "tanah air beta", consulate is the most nicest place to visit especially during ramadhan, not only for food but more than that; to meet people, talk in my language full of expressions, care free, and no burdens on kids, everyone is one family, they take care of

one other.

at most of the time, kids just running here and there, ladies sitting and talking, consulars and staffers sat at one table; and Urdu round table belongs to those married to Indonesians ... for us the most peaceful and the safest place in Karachi is our Konsulat Jenderal Republik Indonesia, Life here is so confusing, no guarantee even in Ramadhan that our lives will be saved, just these few days, beginning of last ten days of ramadhan, there were so many people killed by bomb blasts.

One thing that every person couldn't think of, how come this holy month people still killing each other where the other places are still suffering from the devastating floods, no food, no clothes and no certain hope for the next day.

What happened with these people, I shouldn't say this, but they more evil than the devil itself, we all know, the whole month of ramadhan Allah ta'ala has tight up all the satans. and these people has replaced the satans...

what could be done with it now, all I can do is praying to Allah ta'ala to give hidayah to all of us...

To our beloved friend, we miss you

That night was the saddest day in our memories since we got married, We just landed at Jinnah international airport in Karachi from Jakarta, it was very late at night, Hubby met one of the consulate staff, he confirmed that "pak Noto" has resigned from his post at Indonesian Consulate in Karachi, we were sorry we couldn't meet Pak Noto because from him we know that Pak Noto has back to Jakarta for good, for this we are happy for him, but so unfortunately we didn't have chances to meet him, in Karachi nor in Jakarta.

Pak Noto was the most closest staff to us, the most helpful, and the most friendly. I know we will never get better person to replace him, He's most friendly staff we ever know, in every functions that consulate held he always met us face to face, said salam, from the high class crowds to the "low grade" people. And to us, he is like a protector, whenever and wherever, when there were security problems in the city, he is the alarm's bell, he will make sure that we are stay away from the unsafety place, he will call us or at least a text will be sent to our mobile numbers... He is the only person that we can counted on for the information related to citizenship.

My heart is broken (so does with my hubby), when I know, there was "not even farewell party", no appreciations, no announcement to us about he's leaving... i'm not sure how long he has been working at consulate in Karachi, but i'm sure it's more than 18 years he spent his life here, my stay in karachi is less than 6 years but I have so much respects to Pak Noto more than anyone at consulate, one time we went to visit my family in jakarta, there was a problems in Jinnah International airport in karachi, Immigrations stopped us and took our son's documents, there was a problem about my son's no visa to indonesia, just a chit in last page written in bahasa indonesia that he is indonesian nationality who required no visa to enter indonesia...

Me and my husband tried to convinced pakistan immigration that it will be our responsibility if something happen in the following days, we also took Pak Noto's name as a guarantee, we give them the consulate's telephone number if they don't believe... but alhamdulillah they released all the documents...

We just can't believe, there was no farewell party given to him, at least, at least inform us that he was about to leave us... for us he is like our relative, he is our brother, uncle, father, to be honoured to what ever he has done to us...

I believe, we who lives in karachi missed him a lot, and and feel guilty that we didn't honour him like he deserves.

Our pray for you Pak Noto, May Allah rewards you to all things you have done to us, May Allah showers you and family with His Blesses.

PS: Pak Noto has been worked for General Consulate of Republic of Indonesia in karachi since it moved to the current premises some 18 years back, He is Indonesian who has big heart to understand the culture of Pakistan, while keeping his moral heritages Indonesia

deactivating my fb account

Yes sure i did that, i'm still angry...

After facebook has been lifted again in pakistan, now it's my turn to deactivate my account... facebook's people has double standard, I found an email in my inbox, a person had made a group "hitler" after few minutes of gaining more members on his group, facebook closed his profile...

See, how their "policies" ruined our social life, the mockery, that some people had done to our prophet, it's hurting us as muslim...

ok! some people might said, " just relax, dont take it to personal, it just a media". I, myself will say... I don't see people take it as just a media, they took it personal, they fought on facebook, they insulted each other on facebook, they backbites others on facebook... I can't see this in real life, I'll cry out loud if I see this... how can I (or you) will continue to have this kind of (virtual) life like this, it's just too visible to be hide

So, I decided to back again to blogging around... with the simple things in mind.... a peaceful mind... and some contacts on my mobile phone... so for everyone who loves to keep a friendship with me, i'll love to have their contact number.... :)

Cries

I am living in my own, I dare to live for others, and now I'm crying for someone...

Life is up and down... I've learnt and I've struggle... I don't have tears for myself...

But this time, I heard someone cried on my ears... its stabbed me... the words, the sound and the tears were killing me...

Allah knows... Allah Arrahman.... Allah Arrahim... Allah loves you... Allah gives hikmah in your life... time will soon proves you, Allah is teaching you how to struggle and believe in HIM...

here I am crying alone... your cries remain in my ears... in my heart...

when the sun rises tomorrow... you will see i've done something to ease your pain... with my prays, with my tears, and with my shaddow... Allah Arrahim... Allah Arrahman... He is your The One...

From The Past

Somehow...

a person like me couldnt ever really leave this blog... thanks for blogger who provides me a place to share some of my toughts and old good memories... a place where first time i really opened up about the world and understand the meaning of sharing...

Many people has no ears for you, but happily I wrote down what I feel, Many people has no time to listen what I want and here at anytime people can check it whenever they have time even just to read the title.

These few come from the past...

came up just to refresh my good old days... having many people around me.... having good friends, place to share my dreams, gossips, bad days at office, good food at lunch, bad mood, memories of childhood, and some other things...

This one from 7 years back...

She's a very caring person, met her on chat room, she's a person I easly talked with... she's morethan a friend to me even more close than my sister, she's a very helpful person, none can deny it, one phonecall she'll be right on ur nose in a minute. Thx Allah of having her as my friend but sadly she's far now

From 6 years back

He's not exactly come from 6 years back... he was there when wewere a kid, he's my cousin and my neighbor but then he left for good to other city... since then i never met him... one day after many years, on one occasion of his brother's function, we met, and just stared each other, asked each other's name, no one replied. just like in the movie, since then we r on contact...

I just found her last 2 week

I knew her from a friend in same group of my company, she led me to this stage now... she led me to the place i never ever touch its ground. but then i lost her, none can trace her, all her contact details r changed, no sources to find her... finally after all this time, she contact me thru my blog. yes... i found her back...

I share this with u, some from the past... when u dont have time to listen but always have time for browsing and eager to know the world...

I'm part of that world

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One more thing to share

I've changed since the day I learnt about being muslim... i won't say i am a real muslim but i am trying to be as good as to be a muslim... since then i started to evaluate my days by writing in diary.. i miss that now... good to have blog but still i need to have good one hour of writing... "not for u to read just for me to remember"

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