Why Woman So Special ?

Why woman so special?
Why are you crying? a young boy asked his Mom.
Because I’m a woman, she told him.
I don’t understand, he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said …and you never will, but that’s okay
Later the little boy asked his father,
Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?
All women cry for no reason.
…was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally, he went on his knees and asked God:
GOD... Why do women cry so easily?
And God answered...
…When I made women, I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet her arms gentle enough to give comfort!
I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times will come, even from her own children!
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going and take care of her family and friends, even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue, without complaint!
I gave her sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her badly! She has the very special power to make a child’s boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenager’s anxieties and fears.
I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults, and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart!
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly !
Son, for all of this hard work…
I also gave her a tear to shed. It is hers to use whenever needed and is her only weakness!
When you see her cry, tell her how much you love her and all she does for everyone. And even though she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.
She is special!!!

Apple Tree Story

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday.

He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow...

He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

Time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.

"Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy.
"I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied,

"I want toys. I need money to buy them.”

"Sorry, I don't have money... but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money."

The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily.

The boy never came back after he picked the apples......The tree was sad.

One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited.

"Come and play with me" the tree said.

"I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?”


"Sorry, I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house."

So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then........
The tree was again ..lonely and sad

One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted.

"Come and play with me!" the tree said.

"I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?”


"Use my truck to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."

So the boy cut the tree truck to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years.

"Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you... " the tree said.

"I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied.

"No more truck for you to climb on”

"I am too old for that now" the boy said.

"I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears.

"I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied.

"Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest."

The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.......

This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent.
When we were young,
we loved to play with Mom and Dad...

When we grown up, we left them... only came to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.

No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you happy.

You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that's how all of us are treating our parent.

apa yang terjadi dengan diriku....?

Apa sih yang membuat aku begitu galau...? konon hidup ini adalah harapan. apa harapan ku begitu banyak? senantiasa hati ini gunda, marah, sesak dan tak menentu rasanya. aku begitu sensitif terhadap segala sesuatu yang mungkin sangat sepele dan sederhana. tapi itu dapat memprovokasi sehingga tak terkendali jadinya. harapan itu seakan kini jadi obsesi dan akibatnya menjadi beban. apa sih kurangnya nikmat Allah ke pada ku. aku tampaknya sudah mendekati kufur nikmat...ya rabb...ampuni aku.

Sebuah permulaan...

Memulai sesuatu memang berat, tapi harus dicoba dan dilakukan. Mudah - mudahan bisa menjadi batu pijakan awal dalam membangkitkan gairah dalam menulis.

kemana lagi...

Dalam kebingungan, mungkin kita kehilangan arah untuk menuju. Kata "kemana lagi?" sangat lekat di sel abu-abu benak kita. Dalam situasi ini kita IQ kita drastis turun dalam dua digit (parah banget yah..) sampai menghitungpun kita kembali terbata-bata. Bingung bisa jadi sebuah keadaan psikologis akut, menyerang tak memandang usia, jenis kelamin, ras maupun status sosial. Dari seorang pengemis sampai seorang ketua Dewan terhormat. Bukti penurunan IQ ini ketika dimintai keterangan tentang "kebodohan" yang baru diperbuatnya, seperti pada saat sang ketua pimpin sidang paripurna dewan terhormat bahas masalah mendesak negeri ini.

Kemana lagi...? mungkin sebagai perkataan emergensi untuk keluar dari kondisi kebingungan ini....

sebagai mana kata "daripada yang mana" yang sering diucapkan oleh mantan orang kuat orde baru dan penggemarnya dalam rangka menutupi kekurangan ide di otak dengan kemauan mulut yang terus ingin bicara....