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0 FLood in Jakarta (Kunjungan ke Titik Banjir)

For me and many others, this is just a short experience before we go back home; for them it's daily life. The highest flood, historically reached 3.50 meters and took days or even weeks before the water disappeared, leaving them with many problems. Flood in Pesing Koneng, West Jakarta. A visit with Sedekah Harian, a social organization which I'm one of the advisors, on February 23rd.

Bagi saya dan yang lainnya, ini hanya pengalaman singkat sebelum kami pulang; sedangkan bagi mereka, ini adalah kehidupan sehari-hari. Banjir yang paling tinggi, menurut sejarah pernah mencapai setinggi 3.5 meter dan berlangsung selama beberapa hari, bahkan hingga bermingu-minggu sebelum air benar-benar menghilang, dan meninggalkan banyak persoalan. Banjir di daerah Pesing Koneng, Jakarta Barat. Kunjungan bersama Sedekah Harian, sebuah organisasi social di mana saya menjadi salah satu penasihatnya, 23 Februari 2014. Pray for Indonesia. Insya Allah, Asma Nadia fanpage in facebook will also distribute your donations (for any disaster happens around Indonesia) to the right hands. Donasi bisa disalurkan melalui rek BCA an Asmarani Rosalba Nomor Rekening : 6610350371 Semoga menjadi pendekat jarakmu ke surga, aamiin ya Allah.

PS: bawa pakian salin, kenakan boot atau sandal plastik yang mudah kering jika mengunjungi titik banjir.



















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11 Mengulik Proses Kreatif Di balik Novel "Assalamu'alaikum Beijing" karya Asma Nadia

Saya jarang banget nulis novel romantis. Hm, pengin berbagi proses kreatif Novel #AssalamualaikumBeijing, ada yang mau merapat? :)

  • Ketika marak film Islami bertema cinta, saya belum tergerak menulis novel yang membahas cinta laki-laki & perempuan #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Hanya 101 dating rasanya. Pesantren Impian atau Istana Kedua atau Cinta di Ujung Sajadah tidak menitikberatkan ke soal cinta. #AB
  • Biasanya cerpen saya lebih bernuansa sosial dan potret kehidupan. Nonfiksi banyak menyuarakan luka dan motivasi bagi perempuan
  • Cinta di Ujung Sajadah maupun novel Ummi pun lebih ke keluarga dan cinta anak kepada orang tua, khususnya ibu. #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Lalu kenapa mendadak saya menulis Novel romantis yang menitik berat hubungan laki2 & perempuan seperti #AssalamualaikumBeijing?
  • Dan seperti kmrn, aku memandangnya dengan keraguan yang terus menggelepar. Jika benar laki-laki itu takdirku, kenapa potretnya tak membekas dalam ingatan? #AB
  • Tetapi mendapatkan banyaknya curhat para muslimah yang tidak percaya bahkan trauma pada laki-laki #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • melihat maraknya persoalan rumah tangga, saya menerima banyak curhat sesama istri ttg luka hati mereka #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Dan tingkat perceraian yang terus bertambah (ada buku bagus sekali tentang ini judulnya Jangan Bercerai Bunda), #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Ketidakpercayaan akan cinta juga kasus2 perceraian yang merebak, membuat saya merasa HARUS menulis kisah cinta #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Sebab walau seakan samar, insya Allah masih ada mereka yang menikah bahagia. Menjaga satu cinta selamanya #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Tetapi inspirasi karakter/tokoh dan ide cerita tidak datang bersamaan dalam novel terbaru saya #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Saya berkenalan via email dgn seorg muslimah penderita APS, anti phospolipid syndrome. Sindrom pembekuan darah. #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Kami ngobrol lama, hidupnya bagai dongeng yang tdk mungkin tapi terjadi. Sosoknya menginspirasi salah 1 tokoh di #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • wkt itu blm tahu akan menulis buku apa. Tp saya terbiasa mencatat tokoh, ide dll yg mungkin bs menjadi sesuatu #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Satu hal lagi, sebelumnya nggak pernah terpikir akan memberi nama "Asma" pd tokoh dlm novel yg saya tulis #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Pernah ketemu penyair dari Rumania, pas saya bilang nama saya Asma, dia ketawa terbahak2,ingat penyakit. Sopan!:p #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Sejak itu saya memilih dipanggil Nadia terutama saat dlm acara kepenulisan di LN
  • Tp di Beijing, dlm bus dr bandara menuju hotel di samping saya duduk lelaki China. Adegannya saya kutip di opening #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Ktk tahu nama saya Asma, dia tertegun. Nggak meledek. Malah senyum, katanya: it reminds me of Ashima #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Respon, kalimat+adegan pertemuan itu saya pakai di salah 1bab #AssalamualaikumBeijing. Jd kalau baca novelnya bisa ngeh dr nyata ke fiksi:)
  • Ashima nama seorang putri cantik legenda dari Yunnan, dan kemudian ikut menjadi latar dalam novel #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Terus kepikiran adegan perkenalan dgn lelaki China itu, kami lalu bertukar kartu nama. Lanjut chatting #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Jadi riset buat saya tak hanya saat menulis novel, tapi sering jauh bahkan sblm saya tahu apa yang akan ditulis. #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Selama chatting saya menggali ttg Ashima, jg menanyakan kalimat dlm bhs China yg mungkin saya perlukan, msh 2008 #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Berarti sy menabung (riset) 7 tahun. Obrolan via email dgn gadis yg menderita APS kemudian saya padukan #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Pd penderita APS jika pembekuan darah di mata, bisa buta, jantung bisa kena serangan jantung, ke otak bisa stroke #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • saya nggak mau bikin cerita kasih tak sampai dgn alasan klise, ketabrak atau lumpuh tanpa sebab jelas:) #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • Saya suka mengambil karakter utama dari tokoh nyata, kalimat, tindakan, cara berpikir, sehingga padu dan sungguhan #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • sbg penulis saya sering terpukau dgn kenyataan bnyknya hal2 yang awalnya tidak nyambung tp lalu teramu jd 1 cerita #AssalamualaikumBeijing
  • #AssalamualaikumBeijing bercerita tentang kisah cinta yg tdk klise insya allah. Juga bgmn seorg mualaf berproses, smg mbantu
  • Bagi single ladies:) muslim muslimah di mana yang belum menikah, semoga #AssalamualaikumBeijing menuntun memahami cinta lbh baik
  • Yang terluka, dikhianati & selama ini mencari cara bgmn melupakan dan move on, semoga novel #AssalamualaikumBeijing menguatkan
  • yang sakit, ditempa ujian luar biasa dan tertatih mencari pintu2 keajaiban, smg termotivasi menguatkan doa. #AssalamualaikumBeijing


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0 The Land of a Ship

by Asma Nadia, 2013



The Land of a Ship
(Resonancy, 21 January 2012)
Last night I dreamed that I was on the grandest cruise ship that has ever existed. It was made of select metals that were not only strong, but also worth more than their weight in gold.
I quickly saw respected, upper-class passengers, as well as the ship’s staff and personal servants, who became waiters on the ship.

The grand ship did not always have a smooth journey. There were big storms along the way, but none was strong enough to keep it from splitting waters of the ocean.
No one knew who started it, but some people began to pick at the walls, which were made from expensive materials. They picked at them bit by bit. More and more passengers joined in, eager to increase their wealth.

The ship security officers and some passengers knew about these hidden crimes. But it was not easy to find evidence, because they did it in the privacy of their own cabins.
Some small restless groups did not have any power to do anything about it. Even more dangerous was the activity of passengers who lived near the hull. Day and night they never stopped picking at the ship because the precious metals there were the thickest. They did not seem to care about the risk of the hull leaking if it was thin enough and therefore sinking the ship.

This went on for days and days, until the ship started to face a serious threat. But the entertainment provided on the ship, sometimes magic shows, often made all passengers forget about the state of emergency, even to the point of getting used to it. Whenever concerns arose they just hoped that the ship would reach the shores soon.

Was there really no law enforcement on the ship? Apparently there was.
I saw them arrest an old woman and put her in jail for stealing a leftover chocolate bar that belonged to rich folks who weren’t even interested in eating it all. At another time they detained a teenager on the charge of stealing a pair of worn sandals. They detained a waiter for allegedly stealing his master’s plates. A father was even thrown into a room that doubled as a prison cell, just for charging his cell phone in the hallway without permission, and is considered stealing electricity.

All officers on the grand ship seemed to be very busy dealing justice to small people, so that they did not have any time or energy left to take care of large matters. As people continued to undermine the ship, the walls were getting thinner and thinner, and the ship was getting more and more unstable.

The unusual dream journey led me to a conversation, in which a passenger asked an officer about why no one was taking action when these activities threatened the lives of all the ship passengers.
With a mechanical attitude and smile, the officer explained that it is important to enforce the law on the principles of presumption of innocence, or in their simple interpretation, they could not investigate a crime if there was no report.

I sighed, my chest constricted as I imagined the fate of this great ship and its passengers. It was not easy to report the rich people who had tactics in place to protect their greed. Those who reported them could be accused of defamation, according to the law passed down to us from colonialists. But despite my anxiety, these last few days I heard the sound of helicopters more and more frequently, carrying away passengers and crates of their booty.

As the situation became more dire, I looked to the captain’s cabin. I was almost crying in panic and could not imagine the tragic end that loomed over this beautiful ship.

The only hope lay on the captain’s shoulders. In the middle of this vast ocean, he was the only person who had the authority to take emergency measures to save the ship.

Meanwhile, water slowly but surely began to break through the holes in the walls, and the water level rose higher and higher. Panic broke out. The air was filled with shrieks and cries of the people who ran for their lives.

I waited. I kept waiting for the captain to act. But before I could see what the captain would do, I woke up.

It was only a dream, but the tears in my eyes remained. (as published in Republika News Paper, the  epaper link is :

http://republika.pressmart.com/PUBLICATIONS/RP/RP/2012/01/21/ArticleHtmls/resonansi-Negeri-Sebuah-Kapal-21012012012026.shtml?Mode=1)
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