"Islamic University" : Does It Really Makes You A Good Muslim?

Hi, my name’s Dyta Dian Nirmala. I was born 20 years ago as the first daughter of a Javanese family. Firstly first, I am going to tell you. I was not born in a religious family and environment. You know, twenty years ago, the tradition of the family is the most important thing to be remembered and saved. Even though sometimes it’s clearly against the religion, but the family still holds it tightly. My parents got married at a very young age, my Mom was at 19 that time.  A young age where she was still looking for her identity and what she likes. Maybe this is one of the reason I understand why my parents was not a religious person, they were having fun. I as a daughter, haven’t being told about those things. They never taught me what I have to do, who I am, how to do a prayer, how to be a good muslim. All I got is just to accept and believe what they have given to me.

Honestly, I feel free living a life like that. I have no burdens. My parents just let me be my way, they let me live my life and find my own identity and what my life purpose is. Even when I know that I have to do prayers five times a day, no one’s ever gonna get mad at me. Well, that exactly makes my ego grows bigger. However, they always teach me about life. How to be a strong person, because life is not just about what you are believing, it’s about how hard your struggles are. It would be a waste of time when you just praying without doing any actions. This tiny bit grows in my mind that actions are the most important thing to get what I want.

Then, everything has changed when I began to enter this university. An Islamic University. I swear I never imagine that I would be here today, the place that at first I do not want to be in. It was like a nightmare for me. I chose this university just by accident actually, because I think I would not pass the test. Amazingly, I did it. So, yeah, I entered this university in 2016, and from the very first day, it changed my life FOREVER.

A day before, I lived in my own home, and since that day, August 2016 I think, I got to live in a place called “mahad”. A day before, no one’s ever going to wake me up really early, JUST TO DO A PRAYER. I’ve never done that in my entire life. I mean, I am not used to do that, though I do not remember the du’a. Then here, I got to wake up at 04.30 a.m just to do a prayer.

“Oh my God, this is the worst thing ever.” I said.

I was really really really embarrassed, when I saw that everyone’s wide awake with a happily face while I am still on my blanket angrily. Oh I wished this place would burned forever. Happy ending. But I strengthen my self that everything is fine, it will be fun. At least, this is my responsibility.

But days are getting harder than I thought. After prayer, I have to do a morning class in mahad called “ta’lim”. Oh my god can I just go to sleep and finish my dream?!! What is this?!!

I couldn’t accept the reality. After ta’lim I started my lectures, ah, finally I get what I want. It ended at around 12.00 a.m. I took breakfast, then I found the part I hate the most. There is an Arabic class that I need to pass if I want to graduate in time. This class called “PKPBA”. This starts at 02.00 p.m – 04.30 p.m. Continued by mahad activities, and the began again the Arabic class at 07.00 p.m until 08.00 p.m. ALL of these routines repeated again and again everyday. Can you imagine how bored I was???

There comes a day when I just sit and cry at my room because I really hate the activities, even the people, I was all alone. I called my mom often, and crying and saying that I want to quit. I do not like being here, it’s disappointing. But she told me a big NO.

“You are strong, I am so proud of you please do not let me down. Learn from it, be a better person. Solve your soul.” –my mom said.

Living in this environment, where everything is related to religious thing, actually is a good thing for me. I learned how to remember my creator, how to say thanks to Him, to know who I am and what I live for. I also learn many things, it really educated me. You know, I never know what or how sholawatan is, and here now I know. But I still hate how people forced me to do those things, I felt like I lived in a prison.

Alhamdulillah, those routines only go in a year. A year next I moved to a new place. And I do feel very different. A normal life where no one care when will I wake up. And guess what happened? I sometimes really miss those moments in mahad!

I miss reciting a holy qur’an together, doing prayers together,  late night talks with girls, doing home works together… that was very unforgettable.

It changed my mind that a Islamic University is a nightmare. NO. This is the best place to learn about life. Though how ever it depends on your character, can you accept a new thing or not. How your perspective reacts to this, and so on. In this case, I say Alhamdulillah and proud that I am here today.

Well, I do not say that I love this place, but surely it is a unique and fun place. I learned that there are many things in life we need to explore more and study. Life is never flat.

                                  Me. Finally can smile, 2016-2017.

Balikan Yuk!

Haluu!

Dih, lama banget kaga buka ini blog. Terakhir buka kapan ya? Kalo gasalah si sekitar setahun yang lalu. Eh, lebih ding kayaknya. Well, sebenernya gue dulu rajin banget sih mantengin blog. Bahkan ditengah-tengah UN pun gue masih sempet aja update ekwk. Hmm, karna ini tulisan bertajuk comeback-nya gue setelah lama vakum, jadi sorry banget kalo gaya bahasa gue jadi berantakan. Walaupun sejujurnya gue gayakin si bakal ada yang baca ini tulisan (baca: bodoamat). Hmm, entah apa yang melatarbelakangi gue untuk “balikan” sama blog ini karena ada banyak banget faktor yang bikin gue males. Yang paling utama yaitu, ehem, taraaa. Laptop gue rusak. SUMBER PENGHIDUPAN GUE RUSAK. Rusak kenapa? Gue juga gatau. Mungkin dulu saking seringnya gue mainin, hehe gue gamers banget coy. Nih gue bilangin. Speaker brebet, kalo mau muter lagu kudu pake alat bantu denger (baca: earphone/headset) kalo ga gitu yah tau sendiri lah resikonya. Kuping lo bakalan sakit.

Alasan lainnya braders, keypad gue rusak. Asal lo tau gue ngetik ini dengan kesabaran tingkat dewa. Karna ada beberapa abjad, angka, simbol apalah itu yang ga keteken. Yang menyebabkan gue berulang kali hapus-ketik-hapus-ketik ulang saking malesnya gerakin kursor buat ngehapus satu huruf doang. Saat ini yang susah banget diteken adalah Y, F, X, V, M, 1, 9, (, capslock, dan gue yakin bakalan semakin bertambah kalo ga diobatin. Ah, cewe pemalas. Berasa butuh banget cari editor buat ngerevisi tulisan gue diakhir selese. Faktor lainnya, gue ga se-nganggur jaman gue masih SMA dulu. Mungkin kalo lo sempet baca postingan gue yang dulu-dulu, yang lo gaperlu cari karna uda gue hapus hehe yang tersisa hanyalah postingan puisi alay gue duluuu dan tugas, lo bakalan ngerti sebetapa kurang kerjaannya gue. Apalagi waktu kelas tiga tuh. Pengangguran yang haqiqi. Gue cuma fokus sama apa yang harus gue kerjain. Tugas, makalah, penelitian, observasi, wawancara, instagram, twitter, facebook, blog, eh?

Oke jadi ceritanya gue tetiba jadi anak rajin eaa. Secara gue adalah anak IPA, mata pelajarannya busettt tobat gue. Tapi tetep gapernah belajar hoho. Tapi jangan salah coy, gue gampang nyerep ilmu. Lo tanya dah sama emak gue, dari orok sampe sekarang alhamdulillah nilai gue… ancur. Eh, engga ding, bagus lahhh. (songong banget anjir). Cuma satu kekurangan gue, pikunan. Pelupa akut. Seberapa akut? Ah, coba deh semisal gue barusan pegang hape nih di kasur di dalem kamar. Di kamar gue ada meja, diatas meja ada cemilan. Nah terus gue berdiri, gue tinggal semenit ngambil tuh cemilan di meja, gue gendong tuh toples. Pas udah balik, noleh, gue udah lupa taro hape dimana?!! Gue cari-cari gaada. Gue berantakin kasur gaada padahal gue yakin banget ada disitu men. Gue panik, dengan tangan gue yang masih ngegendong tuh toples, gue panggil emak gue.

“mammm!!!”

“apa sayyy?” teriak emak dari kejauhan.

“sini deh mam, aku lupa lagiii. Penting maaa” galama kedenger lah teplak teplok langkah kaki emak gue.

“ono opo toh say?” (artinya: ada apa sih say?) (gue jawa tulen coy, dan gue bangga)

“iki lho ma, aku lupa naruh hape ndek mana. Wes tak cari-cari kok ga ketemu ya”

“yakin wes nyari?” (:yakin udah nyari?)

“syudahhh”

“lah, itu apa sing mok cekel?” (:lah, itu apa yang kamu pegang?)

                Seketika gue merasa dunia ini runtuh men. Hape yang sedaritadi gue cari-cari, ada ditangan gue. Gue gendong bareng sama toples! Njir. Kebayang begonya kek apa?

“eh, ini.. hehe udah ketemu ma.”

“mangan sayur sing akeh ben ga lola!” (:makan sayur yang banyak biar ga lola!)

                Yah gitu deh ya. Balik lagi ke alasan tadi. Sampe mana ya? Tuh kan lupa-_- *scrolling up keatas*

Ahhh, yap. Seketika gue jadi anak rajin. Gue emang gitu bray orangnya. Sekali males, malesss terus. Sekali rajin, rajinnn terus. Pas gue rajin itu, gue hapus game-game yang ada di laptop gue. Termasuk Plants Vs Zombies dan Strike Fighter kesayangan gue L yes, gue nyesel banget sekarang. But it’s okay, for my own good? I will do it. Hari berlalu, sampe gue lulus SMA gue mulai sibuk cari kuliah. Ga gampang men, gue harus berjuang dan menelan kegagalan berulang-ulang. Gue sibuk dengan urusan-urusan masa depan. Alhasil laptop gue nganggur abis. Ada mungkin 6 bulan lamanya. Untung ga berjamur yak. Sampai akhirnya gue disini, didepan laptop gue lagi. Tugas dan kewajiban mempertemukan kita kembali :’) tadinya gue lagi ngerjain sebuah tugas dari rekan kerja gue lol, organisasi gitu lah yee. Eh pas gue nostalgia, stalking isi laptop gue sendiri, gue ngeliat banyak banget foto-foto jaman SMA. Dan itu membangkitkan ingatan gue tentang sebetapa sukanya gue menulis dulu. So, this is it. Hello again J

                Sejujurnya gue ada banyak banget hal yang pengen gue tulis sih tapi gue bingung yang mana. Yah, jadinya ngelantur gini omongannya. Gajelas. Ya emang sih gue udah terlahir geje. Aneh. Gue kuat. Seperti yang lo udah baca tadi, (halo? Ada yang baca ga sih?!), gue ga sesibuk jaman SMA. Kalo di SMA gue emang ikut beberapa ekstra. Kayak semisal Pramuka (dih, gue pecinta pramuka loh bray, walopun sampe sekarang masih ga paham soal tali temali dan sandi-sandian. Sorry gue gasuka kode-kodean :v), basket (ini pas awal-awalan doang), osis (ini bahkan belum awalnya), PMR (yah seenggaknya gue tau obat buat kram perut; air anget). Udah sih itu doang. Itu pun gaada sama sekali yang gue aktif nongol. Sampe cowo gue (sekarang bukan) waktu itu bilang, “kamu ikut apa gitu kek, biar bisa berguna buat ntar pas kamu udah kuliah.” Tapi gue ga dengerin. I did everything I wanted to do. And then someday I realized that he was right. Gue sadar pas dia udah ga sama gue lagi. Ah, sorry ya, salah gue. Okay, stop, jangan bahas itu orang, #menolakbaper. So akhirnya gue sadar bray, kalo gue gabisa kayak gitu terus. Gue butuh temen. I’ve been hurt. Bukan cuma tentang putus-jadian-putus yang gue alamin, tapi juga karena keluarga gue. Mau tau? Ah kepo lo ekwk.

                Gue move on terus. Hidup kudu berlanjut lah ya. Dan gue bener-bener terapin apa yang dia bilang waktu itu. Cari sesuatu hal yang berguna buat hidup gue. Gue mulai dengan nyari temen, sok akrab gitu deh. Seenggaknya gue niat tulus berteman sama siapapun. It worked, and it still works bray. I gain many friends. Gue juga nyari-nyari kesempatan ikut komunitas-komunitas asik dimanapun itu. Gue sempet ikutan Street-Sound Community di Surabaya. Jadi itu tempat kita-kita para penyanyi, pemusik, bahkan penikmat buat kumpul dan ngabisin waktu bareng. You can call it a band, but I call it home J

                Tapi sekarang gue udah kuliah rek, di salah satu kampus islam terrr mantab se-Indonesia kalo gue bilang mah. Universitas Islam Negeri Maulana Malik Ibrahim Malang. Eaa panjang bener. Ga kebayang sih bakalan disini. But, whatsoever? I’m so grateful for that, thank God. Setahun udah kelewat. Suka duka, gue rasain bener-bener disini. Sekarang, gue udah mulai masuk semester tiga. Dan kayaknya perjuangan gue bakalan lebih berat. Who knows? Jalanin aja. Santai kayak di pantai~ kalo tahun lalu gue yang di ospek, tahun ini giliran gue yang ngospekin adek-adek maba alias mahasiswa basi. Eh, mahasiswa baru hehe. Gue ga jahat kok yaa, and I am absolutely excited for this chance. Mau tau? Gue juga mau tau hehe. Ospek baru bakal dimulai Agustus besok bray, yah sekitar 3 minggu lagi (?). Ntar gue kabarin deh yak gimana-gimana nya. Nih, abang gue udah teriak-teriak minta ditemenin jalan. Jomblo sih :v sebagai adek yang baik gue harus nurut ye ga. Orait, udahan dulu ya. kita sampe disini aja. Ekwk, see u brader. Cabs.

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7/26/17

6:17 P.M