BENGKEL DIRI : I want to be better muslimah

             

Assalamu'alaikum warrohmatullahi wabarrokatuh🌿🌿

Hi, Lisna is back to blogger's world (^o^)

This time, I'd like to share about "online lecture" called Bengkel Diri. Have you heard about it? So, last year, I saw my friend's IG story abot this online lecture. It is targeted to those who want to learn about self improvement but no time to attend offline class.

To tell you the truth, when I first joined the class, I was feeling broken heart because I decided to move on from someone I admired so much. I tried my best to keep myself busy, therefore I did not need to think about him any longer. I have never expected that joining Bengkel Diri will be so addicted and awake myself awareness. After first lecture, I asked to myself 

"What have you done in life?" 

"Have you follow Allah Ta'ala guidance for life?" 

"Have you made Rasulullah as your role model?"

"Have you ever think about what will happen to you in after life?"

Bengkel diri surely give me a huge motivation to be better person everyday. It teaches us about not only basic islam, but also how to manage your time, your emotion, your daily life, and how to communicate with others. Every lecture give new knowledge and  new awareness. Here you will know, that you are not alone, you are not the saddest person in the world. Here, you will find encouragement to move to better life.

Wanna join, guys? Who know you will love it as much as I do.(≧▽≦)(≧▽≦)

Wassalamu'alaikum warrohmatullahi wabarrokatuh 🌿🌿🌿🌿

Suddenly love this song : Pam Tillis-What We believe in

Funny, just the other day 
I was walking down the street  
Stopped into that place  
You know, the one where we used to meet 
Thought I heard you call my name  
And I whispered on the wind 
And I remember you were going,  
Never coming back again

But if love is what we believe in 

I'll see you in heaven's first bright star 
If seeing is believing 

I look into the skies and there you are  

You're not that far 

'Cause love is what we believe in 

Looking through some photographs 

From not so long ago  

Right now, I'd give anything If I had only known 

I would never touch you, hold you  

Or kiss your face 

Feel your arms around me  

Or fall in your embrace 

Now love will break your heart  

When you say goodbye  
But love is worth the pain  
And all tears you cry
 
And if seeing is believing I look into the skies and there you are 
You're not that far  
'Cause love is what we believe in And you are in my heart  
And our love is what I believe in

When I first listened to this song, I could feel my heart beating so fast. Yeah, feel so excited.. :)) Pam's voice is really great, and this song has sooooo deep meaning.. :D I fall for Jim Brickman too who has written the lyric.. :) it's really a beautiful song.. so, I wrote a short story about this song.. :D check this out.. :D

WHAT WE BELIEVE IN

Braaaaakkkk...

"Are you okay? Did you hurt your leg?" Latia was about to stand up when she saw someone come to her. Crab! How can she fell down from this huge tree? It's not her first time to climb it.

"No, I'm okay" said Latia, for the first time she watched the man who offer his hand to help her get up. This guy had a beautiful eyes, black brown, with glasses framed it. And somehow, it felt so warm. His hair was black..oh or it was blue? She really couldn't tell, but he surely had neat haircut.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look a bit pale" he asked again.

"Sure, I'm okay" She reached out his hand, he had a strong hand and again it's so warm."Thanks for helping me"

"Actually I do nothing" He smiled. Latia's heart suddenly pounding so hard, how can his smile was so cute?

"You're Latia, right?" he talked again.

"How can you know my name?" He didn't answered her question.

"Lets sit on the bench, Latia, the weather is so great" said him.

"Well, I don't know you, how can i trust you?" his gaze pointed at their hand.. Oh my God, how can she forgot that she kept holding his hand.

"Oh sorry.. " She hurriedly release her hand.

"It's okay, would you like to sit with me on the bench?" Latia followed the mysterious guy on the bench.

"aaaaa... the weather is so good.. It's really fresh here" he closed his eyes, feeling the air.

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Adnan tried so hard to calm down. Latia had made him almost get his heart stop when he saw her fall from the tree. He knew Latia never fail to climb that tree. But who'll know that the branch was suddenly broke when she stepped on it. Adnan was really afraid something bad would happen to Latia. Latia was an angel for him. The day he saw Latia's photograph, that's the first time he fell to this girl. She had a long dark hair that look so soft to touch. Her dark blue eyes were shinning so childish. Her smile's pretty and bright, and somehow Latia seem could bring joy around her with those smiles. Adnan took another deep breath so he could smell Latia's scent. Peppermint. How refreshing. It's even fresher than this autumn's scent. Oh God, he wanted to hug her and maybe he could make her forget all her problems she faced. This three months, Adnan always watched Latia in this park. She would climb up the biggest tree in park and cried there. Her crying made Adnan's heart ache but he knew he shouldn't go near her. It was his mistake so Latia faced this difficult situations. If that accident hadn't happened maybe he was engaged to Latia now, or maybe they're planning their wedding. But when Latia fell down from the tree, he knew he couldn't hold himself again, so he ran to her. Holding her hands just  now made his heart warm. Yeah.. he could be sure now, once again, Latia had already taken his heart. His spying on her lately only made his feeling go strong. Adnan loved Latia, even though Latia didn't know him.

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Another  deep breath. Actually what's wrong with this guy? He took her here, but he just closed his eyes and made these painful face. Yeah, at the first, his face was so calm, but after that, this guy kept taking deep breath and making such expressions.Latia felt a strong desire to touch him, hugged him. She did it. She held his hands. The guy was surprise, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked Latia in his beautiful eyes, again, he caught her breath in a few seconds.
"I'm Adnan, Latia.." he smiled, holding back Latia's hand.
Latia could feel the warm all over her body. Their holding hands seemed so perfect. It felt like they created for each others. Then Latia found herself put her hand around Adnan's belly and placed her head on his chest. Yeah, this place was so right, feel like going home.

Dear Diary part II

Masa penuh cahaya, berhiaskan ria-canda serta asa..

Penuh mimpi, bertabur kasih sayang..

Seandainya bisa, aku ingin terus ada di masa ini..

            Yaska dan Ayra muncul di sebuah tempat yang penuh pepohonan rindang. Di tempat itu terdapat pula sebuah sungai kecil berair jernih, mengalir diantara dua buah pohon beringin yang berumur puluhan tahun.

            “Lho Kak, tempat apa ini? Tadi bukannya kita di rumahku ya?” tanya Ayra bingung. “Trus kok badan kita kayak hantu gini?” kebingungannya bertambah, menyadari tubuhnya yang menjadi transparan dan melayang sekitar 15 cm di udara.

            “Aku nggak tahu, Ra! Kayaknya ini dunia diary Vasya deh” jawab Yaska, mengira-ira.

            “Iya juga sih” Ayra teringat peristiwa tadi, diary Vasya telah menyedot mereka ke dalam dunia ini. “Tapi Kak, ini dimana?” tanyanya, tak mengenali tempat ini.

            “Hutan kecil belakang SD Negeri 79” gumam Yaska lirih, tapi Ayra bisa mendengarnya.

            “SD Negeri 79? Berarti ini sekolah Kak Yaska dan Kak Vasya dulu dong?” tanya Ayra, sambil mengamati sekeliling tempat itu.

            Yaska mengangguk sekilas, “Di tempat ini, pertama kalinya aku dan Vasya bertemu, sekitar 11 tahun yang lalu. Di sini juga aku berjanji akan selalu jadi sahabatnya” kenang Yaska, menerawang kejauhan.

Mendadak pandangan Yaska jatuh pada satu titik, “Itu kakakmu dan aku, umur kami baru 6 tahun” ujarnya pelan, ia menunjuk salah satu pohon beringin di pinggir sungai kecil tadi. Ternyata di bawah beringin itu, dua orang anak kecil sedang bermain bersama.

“Yaska janji, Yaska akan jadi teman Vasya selamanya” Yaska kecil meneriakkan janji lalu mengangkat tangan kanannya tinggi-tinggi.

“Vasya juga berjanji, Vasya tidak akan nakal lagi sama Yaska”  Vasya kecil pun mengucap janjinya.

“Teman” teriak kedua anak itu berbarengan.

“Wah, Kak Vasya dan Kak Yaska lucu banget” komentar Ayra pada sosok Vasya dan Yaska kecil. “Kita deketin mereka yuk!” ajak Ayra.

“Kayaknya nggak bisa, Ra. Dunia ini bukan dunia kita, di dunia ini kita hanya bertindak sebagai pengamat. Mereka mungkin aja nggak bisa melihat atau mendengar kita, bahkan mereka mungkin nggak bisa merasakan keberadaan kita” jelas Yaska.

“Kok gitu, Kak?” tanya Ayra heran.

Yaska menghela nafas sesaat, ia berkata “Karena jika mereka bisa merasakan keberadaan kita, mungkin saja takdir yang sudah terjadi bisa dirubah”

Ayra diam, merenungi kata-kata Yaska.

Dua orang anak kecil tersebut berjalan sambil bergandengan tangan, mereka semakin dekat dengan tempat Yaska dan Ayra berdiri. Namun Yaska dan Ayra tetap diam, sampai dua anak berusia 6 tahun itu benar-benar melewati mereka. Tanpa hambatan, tanpa sadar bahwa mereka telah menembus tubuh dua orang dari masa depan....

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Dear Diary part I

DEAR DIARY

                            

Gadis itu melangkah pelan-pelan menuruni tangga, setelah mendengar bunyi bel dari depan rumahnya. Dengan  kunci yang dibawanya, ia pun membuka gerbang rumahnya tersebut. Paras cantik itu sedikit terkejut mendapati sosok pemuda, yang tengah berdiri di hadapannya ini. Rambutnya kusut tak beraturan, wajahnya muram dan matanya suram, menyiratkan jejak-jejak kesedihan. Di tangannya tampak tergenggam sebuah buku, seperti diary.

“Ayra....” sapa pemuda itu pelan, suaranya bergetar.

“Hai, Kak Yaska.....” balas Ayra riang. Gadis itu sadar, bahwa sekarang bukanlah waktu yang tepat untuk bertanya pada pemuda ini.

“Eh.. masuk yuk! Nggak enak kalau dilihat tetangga” ajak Ayra. Mereka berjalan menuju kursi tamu di teras rumah. “Duduk, Kak!” suruhnya pada Yaska.

“Thanks, Ra” sahut Yaska.

“Ehm... dimana ya, Kakakku yang selalu rapi dan wangi itu? Kok jadi buluk gini sih? ” canda Ayra, mencairkan suasana.

“Ya gini deh, Ra. Kakak banyak pikiran sih!” Yaska balas tersenyum, beban berat di pundaknya terasa sedikit lebih ringan sekarang. Ada rasa lega, karena Ayra tidak menanyakan keadaan kakak perempuannya.

 “Kamu ingat pulang juga to, Ra? Udah tiga tahun sekolah di Australia, pulang-pulang nggak ngasih kabar” lanjut Yaska.

 “Maaf deh, Kak! Aku kan baru sampai kemarin siang, jadi belum sempat kasih kabar” terang Ayra.

“Iya, Kakak maafin, Ra. Trus Om dan Tante mana?”

 “Masih di Australia, Kak! Mungkin baru besok mereka sampai Indonesia. By the way, Kakak ada keperluan apa kesini?” tanya Ayra penasaran.

Yaska sesaat terdiam. Wajahnya sedikit menegang. Sesosok wajah kembali terbayang di benaknya.

“Kak...?” panggil Ayra lagi, menyadarkan lamunan Yaska.

Perlahan Yaska menunjukkan buku yang dibawanya, dia berkata “Ini diary milik Vasya!” Ayra melongo, heran.

“Lho kok bisa dibawa Kak Yaska sih?”

“Aku nggak tahu. Baru tadi pagi aku nemuin diary ini di kotak posku!”

Ayra sejenak tersenyum, “Itu berarti Kak Vasya ingin agar Kak Yaska membaca tulisan-tulisannya di diary ini” ujar gadis berumur 14 tahun itu. Yaska diam lagi.

“Tapi  untuk apa, Ra?”

“Aku nggak tahu pastinya, Kak! Mungkin aja Kak Vasya ingin agar Kak Yaska mengetahui sesuatu dari buku ini” jawab Ayra ringan.

Yaska sedikit ragu. Namun tak lama kemudian, ia pun mulai membuka diary tersebut.

“Tak pernah lagi kutemukan cahaya dalam hidupku, yang ada dan tersisa hanyalah kegelapan....” kalimat itu tertulis di halaman pertama diary Vasya. Mereka sejenak berpandangan.

“Kak, kita harus baca diary ini” ucap Ayra tegas.

Yaska mengangguk setuju. Tangannya perlahan mulai membalik halaman diary bersampul hitam tersebut. Tiba-tiba diary itu mengeluarkan cahaya terang. Yaska terbelalak kaget. Ayra menjerit tertahan. Tanpa bisa melawan cahaya itu menyedot mereka ke dalam buku. Membawa mereka ke masa lalu.

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Hello Blog!!! :)

Hello blog.. hehehe.. My name is Lisna Putri Setiawan. I’m studying molecular architecture at Gadjah Mada university. I’m the oldest child in my family and I really love my family. Actually, it has been so loooong time, I want to make my own blog. That’s because I love writing. Besides that, I joined a training today(May, 5th 2012) and it  made my intend to make this blog become so strong.. :3 I think I’m quite sociable and cheerful.. Through this blog, I wanna share about my life, it’s not always happy, but I know that I have to thanked to God, for giving me such this life.. DD