<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
	xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/"
	xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:geo="http://www.w3.org/2003/01/geo/wgs84_pos#" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/"
	>

<channel>
	<title>TABEKSIRAH</title>
	<atom:link href="http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com</link>
	<description>Dai Keliling Jabotabek</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 08:36:48 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.com/</generator>
	<language>en</language>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
	<cloud domain='tabeksirah.wordpress.com' port='80' path='/?rsscloud=notify' registerProcedure='' protocol='http-post' />
<image>
		<url>http://www.gravatar.com/blavatar/e9722a17a1c7c9762a8c3d894e93cc06?s=96&#038;d=http://s.wordpress.com/i/buttonw-com.png</url>
		<title>TABEKSIRAH</title>
		<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com</link>
	</image>
			<item>
		<title>Akhlakul Kariimah (noble character)!!!</title>
		<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/08/12/akhlakul-kariimah/</link>
		<comments>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/08/12/akhlakul-kariimah/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 08:19:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tabeksirah</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[adab/akhlak]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[moral]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/?p=105</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Decorate themselves with the morals of good elements, including piety, and piety is not perfect, except that someone with good morals.
Allah Ta&#8217;ala said: &#8220;&#8230; (the Paradise) are provided for those who fear Allah, (is) the people who spend their wealth in good time in the field and narrow, and those who condone (mistakes) of others. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=105&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-110" title="akhlak" src="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/akhlak.jpg?w=217&#038;h=165" alt="akhlak" width="217" height="165" />Decorate themselves with the morals of good elements, including piety, and piety is not perfect, except that someone with good morals.<br />
Allah Ta&#8217;ala said: &#8220;&#8230; (the Paradise) are provided for those who fear Allah, (is) the people who spend their wealth in good time in the field and narrow, and those who condone (mistakes) of others. And Allah loves those who do good. &#8220;(Ali Imron: 133-134)<br />
In this noble verse that Allah Subhanahu wa Ta&#8217;ala that interact with people with good morals, including pillars piety.</p>
<p>What virtue is a good character?<br />
Among keutamaannya is:<br />
First: Morals including signs of good faith someone perfection, as sabda shalallahu Rasulullah &#8216;alaihi wa Sallam: &#8220;People believe the most perfect faith are the most well akhlaknya.&#8221; (Dishahihkan by Sheikh Al-Albani in Shohihul Jami&#8217;, no. 1241)</p>
<p><span id="more-105"></span></p>
<p>Second: With the good character, a servant will be able to achieve the degree of the people close to Allah Ta&#8217;ala, as an explanation shalallahu Rasulullah &#8216;alaihi wa Sallam in his word: &#8220;Indeed, a believer with akhlaknya can achieve a good degree of the fasting and qiyamul lail. &#8220;(Dishahihkan by Sheikh Al-Albani in Shahihul Jami &#8216;, no. 1937)<br />
Third: Morals can either add the weight of good deed a slave on the Day of Resurrection, as he sabda shalallahu &#8216;alaihi wa Sallam: &#8220;There is no something more serious when placed in the charity match (at the end of the day) in addition to good morals.&#8221; (Shahihul Jami &#8216;, no. 5602)<br />
Fourth: Morals are a good reason that most people enter into heaven. This is as disabdakan when he asked about what the man can enter into heaven. He said: &#8220;fear God and to good morals.&#8221; (Riyadhus Shalihin)</p>
<p>What is it good morals?<br />
Imam Hasan Al-Bashri said: &#8220;Morals are good are: respect, assist and help.&#8221; Fortunate Ibnul said: &#8220;Morals are good:&#8221; a certain kind of face bright, perform and keep the ugliness ma&#8217;ruf (interference). &#8220;Imam Ahmad bin Hambal said: &#8220;Morals are not a good-tempered and jealous.&#8221;<br />
Al-Imam Muhammad bin Nasr said: &#8220;Some scholars said: Morals are a good angry because God, who appeared bright shining face except to ahlul bid&#8217;ah and those of many a sin, forgive those who wrong except for the purpose of giving lessons, conduct penalty (syari&#8217;at according to Islam) and protect the Muslims and the unbelievers who are bound with the promise of Islam, except for the kemungkaran, prevent kedzaliman against the weak without exceeding the limit. &#8220;(Iqadhul Himam, pp. 279)</p>
<p>How to improve the morals of a slave?<br />
Morals can be a slave when either the path (sunnahnya) shalallahu Muhammad &#8216;alaihi wa Sallam, for He is the best akhlaknya. Allah Ta&#8217;ala said: &#8220;And verily, you (O Muhammad) are really the true noble character.&#8221; (Al-QALAM: 4). Allah Ta&#8217;ala also assert: &#8220;Indeed there has been on the Prophet himself is a good example both for you, (that is) for those who pray (mercy) and God (arrival) Day of Resurrection, and he mentions God a lot.&#8221; (Al &#8211; Ahzab: 21)<br />
But as has been for every Muslim to learn the history of his life from each side of the life of his (completely), that is, how he refined before Rabbnya, kelurganya, and friend to those non-Muslims.<br />
One way to learn all that is often sitting (interact) with the righteous. For someone that will be affected with a friend duduknya. The Prophet said: &#8220;A person&#8217;s religious views are close friends. Because of this close friend who see. &#8220;(HR Tirmidzi)<br />
And also obligation for every Muslim to keep away people who ugly akhlaknya. Hopefully with the way we include the servants of God who decorate ourselves with good morals.<br />
Wallahu waliyyut taufiq.<br />
Written in Tarbiyah</p>
  <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/105/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/105/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godelicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/105/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/delicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/105/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gostumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/105/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/stumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/105/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godigg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/105/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/digg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/105/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/goreddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/105/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/reddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/105/" /></a> <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=105&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" /></div>]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/08/12/akhlakul-kariimah/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/e3602d3000c64e25baa994372b7edacc?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">tabeksirah</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/akhlak.jpg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">akhlak</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Renungan sholat!!!.</title>
		<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/03/02/renungan-sholat/</link>
		<comments>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/03/02/renungan-sholat/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 04:18:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tabeksirah</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fikih]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pray]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/?p=101</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[RENUNGKANLAH.
• Islam adherents lead happy lives in the world and the Hereafter enter heaven with a guide to the Koran and Hadith.
• Bahagia is: A feeling that is not based on the material that resulted in no more sense: was-was, fear, anxiety, stress, life and death because this is only because God alone
• Heaven is: [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=101&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>RENUNGKANLAH.<img class="alignright size-full wp-image-102" title="sj" src="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/sj.jpeg?w=191&#038;h=148" alt="sj" width="191" height="148" /><br />
• Islam adherents lead happy lives in the world and the Hereafter enter heaven with a guide to the Koran and Hadith.<br />
• Bahagia is: A feeling that is not based on the material that resulted in no more sense: was-was, fear, anxiety, stress, life and death because this is only because God alone<br />
• Heaven is: Everything was the most fun in this world, there is no seujung kukunya joy in heaven.<br />
• While the Fire is all the most painful things in this world, there is no seujung kukunya pain in hell<br />
• Be apalah means joy in this world that will lead to self digiring to the Fire</p>
<p><span id="more-101"></span> RENUNGKANLAH.2.<br />
• Life in this world is a competition to determine where our future in the Hereafter ie Paradise or Hell. This highly depends on the preparation of what to do to reach the place where we want them later in the Hereafter.<br />
• One of the main worship is prayer, where prayer istimewanya so, until-until Gabriel was not trusted by God to deliver the prayers to the Prophet.<br />
• God told directly to the Prophet to come in the form of direct Mi&#8217;raj that prayers are heard by the Prophet.<br />
• He sakratul mautnya time, leave a message for people: Shalat ward, ward prayer, ward prayer &#8230;<br />
RENUNGKANLAH.3.<br />
• sabda Prophet,: later in the Hereafter is the person who performed shalat brought before Allah, and then performed shalat received and folded-fold-like folded cloth lipatnya outdated and dirty that performed shalat ago dibantingkan to face.<br />
• sabda Prophet,: For those who fancy performed shalat in, he will not get anything other than the notion that-angannya.<br />
• sabda Prophet,: The similitude of prayer is like a bath person. When someone a bath 5 times a day, but the body is also not clean, because water can be used for the bath was dirty, or at the time he does not use a bath soap. So if there are people who do pray 5 times a day, but still perilakunya just bad, it means that people will not understand the true meaning of prayer.<br />
Shalat marrow. 4<br />
At the bottom of prayer is the activity &#8220;as follows:<br />
1. Laud and praise God, Allahu Akbar, God is holy and Most Glorious, Most High God, Most Merciful and Pengasih<br />
2. Make a promise / commitment to God: The shalatku, ibadahku, life and death, only because God alone and will not menserikatkan God.<br />
3. Appealed to God: Request: the straight path, forgive, be, cukupi shortages, tinggikan derajad, sustenance, guidance, health<br />
4. He Mendoa&#8217;kan: Peace<br />
5 facts &#8230;<br />
The fact that we have in the environment are:<br />
• How can we pray so that khusuk, so come out the various rules that are dominated by words and do not have to, for example: do not take in mind that prayer should be fixed to the face and other sajadah.<br />
• Shalat done only as a fulfillment of the obligation so often done it, but when berdo&#8217;a long enough.<br />
• While reading the mouth of the prayer, but the heart knows where melanglang Buana, know-know prayer is complete. This is not the person mabok, do not understand what is diucapkannya. This is said in the QS: Al ma&#8217;un 107 :004-005: Then woe to those who pray (ie) those who performed shalat of neglect</p>
  <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/101/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/101/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godelicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/101/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/delicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/101/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gostumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/101/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/stumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/101/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godigg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/101/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/digg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/101/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/goreddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/101/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/reddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/101/" /></a> <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=101&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" /></div>]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/03/02/renungan-sholat/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/e3602d3000c64e25baa994372b7edacc?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">tabeksirah</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/sj.jpeg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">sj</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Talaga Warna</title>
		<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/09/talaga-warna/</link>
		<comments>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/09/talaga-warna/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 04:09:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tabeksirah</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[cerita/kisah]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[telaga]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/?p=98</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Long long ago there was a kingdom in West Java. The kingdom was ruled by a king. People called their king His Majesty Prabu. Prabu was a kind and wise king. No wonder if that country was prosperous. There&#8217;s no hunger in this kingdom.
It was a very happy condition. But it was a pity that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=98&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-99" title="telaga-biru" src="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/telaga-biru.jpg?w=191&#038;h=121" alt="telaga-biru" width="191" height="121" />Long long ago there was a kingdom in West Java. The kingdom was ruled by a king. People called their king His Majesty Prabu. Prabu was a kind and wise king. No wonder if that country was prosperous. There&#8217;s no hunger in this kingdom.</p>
<p>It was a very happy condition. But it was a pity that Prabu and his queen hadn&#8217;t got any children. It made the royal couple very very sad. Some old men and women who was respected by Prabu suggested the king to adopt a child. But Prabu and the queen didn&#8217;t agree. &#8220;No, thank you. But for us, our own daughter or son is better than adopted children.&#8221;</p>
<p><span id="more-98"></span></p>
<p>The queen was very sad. She often cried. That was why Prabu decided to go. He went to the jungle. There he prayed to God. Everyday he begged for a child. His dream come true. A few months later, the queen got fregnant. All people in the kingdom felt happy. They sent many presents to the palace to express their happiness.</p>
<p>Nine months later a princess was born. People sent their presents again as a gift to a little princess. This baby grew as a beautiful teenager then.</p>
<p>Prabu and Queen loved their daughter so much. They gave what ever she wanted. It made Princess a very spoiled girl. When her wish couldn&#8217;t be realized, she became very angry. She even said bad things often. A true princess wouldn&#8217;t do that. Eventhough the princess behaved badly, her parents loved her, so did the people in that kingdom.</p>
<p>Day by day, the princess grew more beautiful. No girls couldn&#8217;t compare with her. In a few days, Princess would be 17 years old. So, people of that kingdom went to palace. They brought many presents for her. Their presents gift were very beautiful. Prabu collected the presents. There were really many presents. Then Prabu stored them in a building. Some times he could take them to give to his people.</p>
<p>Prabu only took some gold and jewels. Then she brought them to the goldsmith. &#8220;Please make a beautiful necklace for my daughter,&#8221; said Prabu. &#8220;My pleasure, Your Majesty,&#8221; the goldsmith replied. The goldsmith worked with all his heart and his ability. He wanted to create the most beautiful necklace in the world because he loved his princess.</p>
<p>The birthday came. People gathered in the palace field. When Prabu and queen appeared, people welcomed them happily. Prabu and his wife waved to their beloved people.</p>
<p>Cheers were louder and louder when the princess appeared with her fabulous pretty face. Everybody admired her beauty. Prabu got up from his chair. A lady gave him a small and glamourous pillow. A wonderful necklace was on it. Prabu took that necklace. &#8220;My beloved daughter, today I give this necklace to you. This necklace is a gift from people in this country. They love you so much. They presented it for you to express their happiness, because you have growing to a woman. Please, wear this necklace,&#8221; said Prabu.</p>
<p>Princess accepted the necklace. She looked at the necklace in a glance. &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to accepted it! It&#8217;s ugly!&#8221; shouted the princess. Then she threw the necklace. The beautiful necklace was broken. The gold and jewels were spread out on the floor</p>
<p>Everybody couldn&#8217;t say anything. They never thought that their beloved princess would did that cruel thing. Nobody spoke. In their silence people heard the queen crying. Every woman felt sad and began crying too. Then everybody was crying.</p>
<p>Then there was a miracle. Earth was crying. Suddenly, from the under ground, a spring emerged. It made a pool of water. The palce was getting full. Soon the place became a big lake. The lake sank all of the kingdom.</p>
<p>Nowadays the water on that lake is not as full as before. There is only a small lake now. People called the lake &#8220;Talaga Warna&#8221;. It is mean &#8220;Lake of Colour&#8221;. It&#8217;s located in Puncak, West Java. On a bright day, the lake is full of colour. So beautiful and amazing. These colors come from shadows of forest, plants, flowers, and sky arround the lake. But some people said that the colours are from the princess&#8217;s necklace, which spreads at the bottom of the lake.</p>
<p><strong><em>retold by Renny Yaniar</em></strong></p>
<p><strong><em></em></strong><a href="http://www.geocities.com/kesumawijaya">Home</a><a href="http://yaniar.multiply.com/"> Jembatan Persahabatan</a></p>
  <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/98/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/98/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godelicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/98/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/delicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/98/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gostumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/98/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/stumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/98/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godigg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/98/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/digg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/98/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/goreddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/98/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/reddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/98/" /></a> <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=98&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" /></div>]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/09/talaga-warna/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/e3602d3000c64e25baa994372b7edacc?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">tabeksirah</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/telaga-biru.jpg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">telaga-biru</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Timun Mas, Folk story from Central Java.</title>
		<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/09/timun-mas-folk-story-from-central-java/</link>
		<comments>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/09/timun-mas-folk-story-from-central-java/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 03:03:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tabeksirah</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[cerita/kisah]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cerita rakyat]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[folk]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[story]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/?p=95</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Timun Mas  retold by Renny Yaniar  Long long time ago, there was a farmer couple. They were staying in a village near a forest. They lived happily. Unfortunately, they hadn’t had any children yet.  Every day they prayed to God for a child. One day a giant passed their home. He heard [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=95&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-96" title="tm" src="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/tm.jpg?w=136&#038;h=140" alt="tm" width="136" height="140" />Timun Mas  retold by Renny Yaniar  Long long time ago, there was a farmer couple. They were staying in a village near a forest. They lived happily. Unfortunately, they hadn’t had any children yet.  Every day they prayed to God for a child. One day a giant passed their home. He heard what they were praying. Then the giant gave them a cucumber seed.  &#8220;Plant this seed, then you’ll get a daughter,” said the giant. “Thank you, Giant,” said the couple. “But in one condition, in her 17-th birthday, you must give her to me,” said the Giant. The couple wanted a child so much that they agreed without thinking first.  Then the couple planted the cucumber seed. Each day they took care the growing plant so carefully. Months later, a golden cucumber grew from the plant.</p>
<p><span id="more-95"></span>The cucumber was getting heavier and bigger each day. When it was ripe, they picked it. Carefully they cut out the cucumber and how surprised were they when they found a beautiful baby inside. They were so happy. They named the baby Timun Mas, or Golden Cucumber.  Years were passing by and Timun Mas had grown into a beautiful girl. Her parents were very proud of her. But their happiness turned to fear when her 17th birthday came. The giant returned to ask for their promise. He was going to take Timun Mas away.  The farmer tried to be calm. “Just a moment, please. Timun Mas is playing. My wife will call her,” he said. Then the farmer came to his daughter. “My child, take this,” as he was giving her a little bag to Timun Mas. “This will help you from the giant. Now, run as fast as you can,” he ordered. So Timun Mas ran away.  The couple was very sad about her leaving. But they didn’t want the giant to eat Timun Mas. Meanwhile, the giant had been waiting for too long. He became impatient. Somehow he knew that the couple had lied to him. So he destroyed their house and ran for Timun Mas.  The giant was chasing Timun Mas and he was getting closer and closer. Timun Mas then took a handful of salt from her little bag. She spread out the salt behind her. Suddenly a wide sea appeared between them. The giant had to swim to reach her  Timun Mas was still running, but now the giant almost caught her. Then she took some chilly and threw them to the giant. The chilly suddenly grew into some trees and trapped the giant. The trees grew some thorns as sharp as a knife. The giant screamed painfully. At the mean time, Timun Mas could escape again.  But the giant was very strong. Again he almost caught Timun Mas. So Timun Mas took the third magic stuff, the cucumber seeds. She threw the seeds and suddenly they became a wide cucumber field. The giant was very tired and hungry so he ate those fresh cucumbers. He ate too much that he felt sleepy and fell asleep soon.  Timun Mas kept on running as fast as she could. But soon she was very tired herself. To make things worse, the giant had woken up! Timun Mas was so scared. Desperately she then threw her last weapon, terasi (a kind of shrimp pasta). IT did a miracle again. The pasta became a big swamp. The giant fell into it but his hands almost reached Timun Mas. Suddenly the lake pulled him to the bottom. The giant panicked and he couldn’t breathe. At last he was drown.  Timun Mas was very relieved. She was safe now. Then she returned to her parents’ house. Her parents were of course very happy to see their daughter safe and sound. “Thanks God. You have saved my daughter,” they cried happily. From then on, Timun Mas lived happily with her parents with no fear anymore.  Home  Jembatan Persahabatan</p>
<p><strong>retold by Renny Yaniar</strong></p>
  <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/95/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/95/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godelicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/95/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/delicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/95/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gostumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/95/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/stumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/95/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godigg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/95/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/digg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/95/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/goreddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/95/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/reddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/95/" /></a> <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=95&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" /></div>]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/09/timun-mas-folk-story-from-central-java/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/e3602d3000c64e25baa994372b7edacc?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">tabeksirah</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/tm.jpg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">tm</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Damar Wulan</title>
		<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/damar-wulan/</link>
		<comments>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/damar-wulan/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 03:23:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tabeksirah</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[cerita/kisah]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[damarwulan]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[jawa]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/?p=92</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Damarwulan is is a prince by birth, a nephew of the prime minister, Patih Logender, but was raised in the hermitage of his grandfather. Following his grandfather&#8217;s advice, he goes to the Majapahit court seeking employment. His cousins, the prime minister&#8217;s sons, mistreat him when he arrives. Patih Logender, not wanting him to compete with [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=92&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-93" title="damar" src="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/damar.jpeg?w=163&#038;h=135" alt="damar" width="163" height="135" />Damarwulan is is a prince by birth, a nephew of the prime minister, Patih Logender, but was raised in the hermitage of his grandfather. Following his grandfather&#8217;s advice, he goes to the Majapahit court seeking employment. His cousins, the prime minister&#8217;s sons, mistreat him when he arrives. Patih Logender, not wanting him to compete with his own sons, assigns him as grass-cutter and stableboy. Though he is stripped of his fine garments, he still has his striking beauty. Rumors of this beauty eventually reach Anjasmara, the prime minister&#8217;s daughter. She seeks him out secretly and they fall in love and are clandestinely married. One night, Anjasmara&#8217;s brothers overhear voices in her chamber.</p>
<p><span id="more-92"></span>They break in and try to kill Damarwulan, but he is able to overcome them. They flee to their father, who orders that Damarwulan be executed. Anjasmara pleas for her lover, and he doesn&#8217;t execute Damarwulan, but imprisons the pair.  Meanwhile, Menak Jingga has wrote a letter to the queen asking for her hand. When the queen rejects him, he declares war on the Majapahit kingdom. He is successful in dispatching Majapahit&#8217;s allies, and finally the kingdom is threatened by his forces directly. In distress, the queen announces that whoever kills Menak Jingga and brings her his head can have her hand. Worried when no saviors present themselves, she has a divine revelation that a young knight named Damarwulan can overcome him. She orders Patih Logender to release him from jail and send him forth on his mission.  Damarwulan, accompanied by his servants, makes his way to Blambangan. Arriving at night, he steals into the gardens and manages to overhear a conversation at the pavilion between two resentful captive princesses. Damarwulan enters the pavilion and confides in them, and, enraptured by his beauty, they become devoted to him. At this time, Menak Jingga decides to visit the princesses, and discovers Damarwulan. They fight, but Damarwulan is unable to hurt Menak Jingga, and, severely wounded, appears to die. Menak Jingga leaves, ordering his servants to guard the body. However, they fall asleep, and the two princesses carry him away, revive him, and explain to the secret of Menak Jingga&#8217;s magic invulnerability, a club of yellow iron kept behind his headrest. If the king is hit on his left temple with this club, he will die. Risking their lives for the sake of their lover, the princesses manage to steal the club while the king is asleep. A second battle between Menak Jingga and Damarwulan follows, in which Damarwulan manages to behead the king. Successful, he returns to Majapahit, but the prime minister&#8217;s sons ambush him outside the palace, killing him and presenting Menak Jingga&#8217;s head to the queen. However, a hermit revives Damarwulan, and the queen learns what happened. In a final battle, Damarwulan defeats his cousins, is crowned King of Majapahit, and is permitted to retain Anjasmara as his other wife.</p>
  <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/92/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/92/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godelicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/92/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/delicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/92/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gostumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/92/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/stumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/92/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godigg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/92/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/digg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/92/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/goreddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/92/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/reddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/92/" /></a> <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=92&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" /></div>]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/damar-wulan/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/e3602d3000c64e25baa994372b7edacc?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">tabeksirah</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/damar.jpeg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">damar</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Folklore from North Sumatra &#8220;Sampuraga&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/04/folklore-from-north-sumatra-sampuraga/</link>
		<comments>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/04/folklore-from-north-sumatra-sampuraga/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 04:39:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tabeksirah</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[cerita/kisah]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sampuraga]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/?p=89</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time in Padang Bolak, North Sumatra, lived a man named Sampuraga. He lived with his mother. His father had passed away when Sampuraga was a baby. Sampuraga and his mother lived in a hut. They were poor. Sampuraga worked in his neighbor’s rice field. When they had harvest, the neighbor gave some [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=89&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-90" title="sampuraga" src="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/sampuraga.jpg?w=180&#038;h=130" alt="sampuraga" width="180" height="130" />Once upon a time in Padang Bolak, North Sumatra, lived a man named Sampuraga. He lived with his mother. His father had passed away when Sampuraga was a baby. Sampuraga and his mother lived in a hut. They were poor. Sampuraga worked in his neighbor’s rice field. When they had harvest, the neighbor gave some money to Sampuraga for his work.<br />
Sampuraga worked in the morning and went home in the afternoon. One day while he was working, his neighbor told him about a place named Mandailing.</p>
<p><span id="more-89"></span><br />
It was a great place.<br />
The land was fertile. There were many rich people there. Sampuraga listened to his neighbor carefully.<br />
He really wanted to go to<br />
Mandailing and became a rich man.<br />
Later he told his mother about his plan. His mother was sad. She did not want to lose his only child.<br />
But Sampuraga promised that he would go home and brought her a lot of money.<br />
Finally Sampuraga went to Mandailing. There, he worked for a very rich merchant.<br />
The merchant liked Sampuraga because he was diligent and honest. Soon, the merchant gave Sampuraga a lot of money. He wanted Sampuraga to have his own business.<br />
Sampuraga was successful with his new business.<br />
He was very rich. The merchant knew that Sampuraga could be a great merchant like him.<br />
The merchant wanted to retire and gave his business to Sampuraga. He had a plan. He wanted Sampuraga to marry his daughter. Sampuraga agreed. Afterall, he fell in love with her. The merchant’s daughter was very beautiful.<br />
Then the merchant set a great wedding party.<br />
He invited many people. He wanted to hold the best wedding party for his daughter.<br />
People started to talk about the party. They were talking about the great party and the merchant’s daughter. They said Sampuraga was very lucky. He was going to marry the most beautiful girl in Mandailing.<br />
The news about Sampuraga’s wedding party finally arrived in his hometown,<br />
Padang Bolak. The people there almost did not believe that Sampuraga would marry the merchant’s daughter. They also did not believe that Sampuraha could become a rich man.<br />
However his mother believed that. “I’m sure my son is a rich man now. He already promised me that he will be a rich man,” said Sampuraga’s mother.<br />
With great happiness, she went to Mandailing. She wanted to attend his son’s wedding party.<br />
When she arrived at the party, Sampuraga’s mother immediately called his name.<br />
“Sampuraga… Sampuraga…It’s me… I’m your mother.”<br />
Sampuraga was surprised.<br />
His wife was also surprised.<br />
“Who is she? Is she really your mother?” asked Sampuraga’s wife.<br />
“No! My mother is dead. This ugly and old woman is not my mother. Go away!” Sampuraga yelled at his mother.<br />
His mother was crying. She was very sad. She knew Sampuraga had already forgotten her. She cried and cried. She prayed to God to punish him.<br />
Suddenly, rain fell down heavily. Thunder attacked the place. People ran away to save themselves.<br />
Soon, the party changed into a big pond.<br />
The water was hot. Around the pond there was a big stone. It looked like a cow. There were also other ruins. People said that the stone and the ruins were from Sampuraga’s party. ***</p>
  <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/89/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/89/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godelicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/89/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/delicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/89/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gostumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/89/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/stumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/89/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godigg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/89/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/digg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/89/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/goreddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/89/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/reddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/89/" /></a> <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=89&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" /></div>]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/04/folklore-from-north-sumatra-sampuraga/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/e3602d3000c64e25baa994372b7edacc?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">tabeksirah</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/sampuraga.jpg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">sampuraga</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Sangkuriang the legend of sundanese</title>
		<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/04/the-legend-of-sangkuriang/</link>
		<comments>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/04/the-legend-of-sangkuriang/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 02:16:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tabeksirah</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[cerita/kisah]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[legenda]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sangkuriang]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sunda]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/?p=79</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[According to local folklore, the formation of the Tangkuban Parahu volcano 	began with a young man SANGKURIANG who fell in love with his own mother, 	DAYANG SUMBI.
One day, when he was hunting, Sangkuriang accidentally killed his beautiful 	black dog (Si TUMANG). This dog is actually Sangkuriang&#8217;s father who had 	been condemned to live the life [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=79&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-80" title="sangkuriang" src="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/sangkuriang.jpg?w=180&#038;h=129" alt="sangkuriang" width="180" height="129" />According to local folklore, the formation of the Tangkuban Parahu volcano 	began with a young man SANGKURIANG who fell in love with his own mother, 	DAYANG SUMBI.</p>
<p>One day, when he was hunting, Sangkuriang accidentally killed his beautiful 	black dog (Si TUMANG). This dog is actually Sangkuriang&#8217;s father who had 	been condemned to live the life of a dog by his GURU. However, Sangkuriang 	never knew it.</p>
<p>Sangkuriang had been separated by his mother since childhood. Yet, he was 	destined to meet his mother again. When on his way home, he stopped at a 	small village and met and fell in love with a beautiful girl. He didn&#8217;t realised 	that the village was his homeland nor that the beautiful girl was his own 	sacred mother (remain young &amp; pretty).</p>
<p><span id="more-79"></span></p>
<p>Their love grew naturally and one day, when they were discussing their wedding 	plans, Dayang Sumbi suddenly realised that the profile of Sangkuriang&#8217;s head 	matched that of her only son&#8217;s who had left twenty years earlier. How could 	shee marry her own son? But she did not wish to dissapoint him by cancelling 	the wedding. So, although she agreed to marry Sangkuriang, she would do so 	only on the condition that he provide her with a lake and a boat with which 	they could sail on the dawn of their wedding day.</p>
<p>Sangkuriang accepted this condition and built a lake by damming the Citarum 	river. Wiath a dawn just moment away and the boat almost complete, Dayang 	Sumbi realised that Sangkuriang would fulfill the condition she had set. 	With a wave of her supernatural shawl, she lit up the eastern horizon with 	flashes of light. Deceived by false dawn, the cock crowed and farmers rose 	for the new day.</p>
<p>With his work not yet complete, Sangkurinag realised that his endeavour were 	lost. With all his anger, he kicked the boat that he himself had built. The 	boat fell over and, in so doing become the mountain TANGKUBAN PARAHU (in 	Sundanese, TANGKUBAN means upturned or upside down, and PARAHU means boat). 	With the dam torn assunder, the water drained from the lake becoming a wide 	plain and nowaday became a city called BANDUNG (from the word BENDUNG, which 	means Dam).</p>
<p>[From: <em>INDONESIA: TANGKUBAN PARAHU Booklet</em>, published by PERUM PERHUTANI 	UNIT III - JAWA BARAT, KPH BANDUNG UTARA. Jl. CIrebon No. 4-A. Telephone: 	(022)-771142, Bandung.]</p>
  <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/79/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/79/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godelicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/79/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/delicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/79/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gostumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/79/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/stumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/79/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godigg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/79/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/digg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/79/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/goreddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/79/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/reddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/79/" /></a> <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=79&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" /></div>]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/04/the-legend-of-sangkuriang/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/e3602d3000c64e25baa994372b7edacc?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">tabeksirah</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/sangkuriang.jpg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">sangkuriang</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Malin Kundang &#8211; An Indonesian myth</title>
		<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/04/malin-kundang-an-indonesian-myth/</link>
		<comments>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/04/malin-kundang-an-indonesian-myth/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2009 01:49:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tabeksirah</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[cerita/kisah]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[malin]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[minang]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[talu]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/?p=75</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ A long time ago, in a small village near the beach in West Sumatera, lived a woman and her son, Malin Kundang. Malin Kundang&#8217;s father had passed away when he was a baby, and he had to live hard with his mother.
Malin Kundang was a healthy, dilligent, and strong child. He usually went to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=75&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-76" title="malin" src="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/malin.jpg?w=337&#038;h=242" alt="malin" width="337" height="242" /> A long time ago, in a small village near the beach in West Sumatera, lived a woman and her son, Malin Kundang. Malin Kundang&#8217;s father had passed away when he was a baby, and he had to live hard with his mother.</p>
<p>Malin Kundang was a healthy, dilligent, and strong child. He usually went to the sea to catch fish, and brought it to his mother, or sold it in the town.</p>
<p>One day, when Malin Kundang was sailing as usual, he saw a merchant&#8217;s ship which was being raided by a small band of pirates. With his brave and power, Malin Kundang defeated the pirates. The merchant was so happy and asked Malin Kundang to sail with him. Malin Kundang agreed.</p>
<p><span id="more-75"></span></p>
<p>Many years later, Malin Kundang became a wealthty merchant, with a huge ship, loads of trading goods, many ship crews, and a beautiful wife. In his journey, his ship landed on a beach. The villagers reconigzed him, and the news ran fast in the town: Malin Kundang became a rich man and now he is here. His mother, in deepful sadnees after years of loneliness, ran to the beach to meet her beloved son again.</p>
<p>When the mother came, Malin Kundang, in front of his well dressed wife, his crews and his own gloriness, denied to meet that old, poor and dirty woman. For three times she begged Malin Kundang and for three times yelled at him. At last Malin Kundang said to her &#8220;Enough, old woman! I have never had a mother like you, a dirty and ugly peasant!&#8221; Then he ordered his crews to set sail.</p>
<p>Enraged, she cursed Malin Kundang that he would turn into a stone if he didn&#8217;t apologize. Malin Kundang just laughed and set sail. In the quiet sea, suddenly a thunderstorm came. His huge ship was wrecked and it was too late for Malin Kundang to apologized. He was thrown by the wave out of his ship, fell on a small island, and suddenly turned into stone.</p>
  <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/75/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/75/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godelicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/75/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/delicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/75/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gostumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/75/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/stumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/75/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godigg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/75/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/digg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/75/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/goreddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/75/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/reddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/75/" /></a> <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=75&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" /></div>]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2009/02/04/malin-kundang-an-indonesian-myth/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/e3602d3000c64e25baa994372b7edacc?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">tabeksirah</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/malin.jpg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">malin</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Haji Adam Malik to Know</title>
		<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2008/12/16/haji-adam-malik-to-know/</link>
		<comments>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2008/12/16/haji-adam-malik-to-know/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 05:08:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tabeksirah</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[pahlawan]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[adam malik]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/?p=72</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[



He is an astute man with a small body size that dijuluki&#8221;a clever individual. &#8220;He was born in Pematang Siantar, North Sumatra, July 22, 1917 from the pair Haji Abdul Malik, coal and Salamah Lubis. Since he has gotten a small watch cowboy movies, reading , And photography. After graduating HIS (primary school), he helped [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=72&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><table id="texttable" border="0">
<tbody>
<tr valign="top">
<td class="almost_half_cell">
<div id="result_box" dir="ltr"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-73" title="h-adam-mlk" src="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/h-adam-mlk.jpg?w=187&#038;h=140" alt="h-adam-mlk" width="187" height="140" />He is an astute man with a small body size that dijuluki&#8221;a clever individual. &#8220;He was born in Pematang Siantar, North Sumatra, July 22, 1917 from the pair Haji Abdul Malik, coal and Salamah Lubis. Since he has gotten a small watch cowboy movies, reading , And photography. After graduating HIS (primary school), he helped father trading. In during the trading, he read many different books that enrich the knowledge and vision.<br />
In the past read, he has been actively involved in the movement of national liberation struggle of Indonesia. His desire to move forward and serve the nation to encourage him to go to Jakarta wanderers. One of his business in Indonesia is defend the independence of established news agency ANTARA in the year 1937.<br />
In the Japanese colonial era, he was also active useful in the youth to defend their independence movement. By August 17, 1945, with Sukarni, Chaerul Saleh, and Wikana, he never brought Bung Karno and Bung Hatta to Newtownards to proclaim the independence of</div>
<div dir="ltr"></div>
<div dir="ltr"></div>
<div dir="ltr"><span id="more-72"></span>Indonesia.<br />
Kemahirannya incorporate diplomacy and mass media escort him out various experiences as Ambassador of the Minister, Chairman of the House to become the Vice President. At the end of 1950, he was as Indonesian Ambassador to the Soviet Union and Poland. He is the head of the Delegation of the Republic of Indonesia in the Indonesia-Netherlands treaty, relegation for West Irian in 1962. At the time served as Minister of Foreign Affairs in the period 1966 &#8211; 1978, together with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Philippines, Malaysia, Singapore and Thailand, he also pioneered the formation of ASEAN in Bangkok, Thailand in 1967. He also received credentials as the Chairman of the Council of the General Assembly United Nations to-26 years in 1971-1972 in New York, the United States.<br />
Mr. Adam Malik, the Star award Almighty Son, and Stars &amp; J Pradana RI, died in Bandung on 5 September 1984.</div>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="submitcell">
<div style="float:left;"><span class="langselect"></p>
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-menu-button">
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-menu-button-outer-box">
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-menu-button-inner-box">
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-menu-button-caption">Indonesia</div>
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-menu-button-dropdown"></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<p></span> <span class="arrow">&gt;</span> <span class="langselect"></p>
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-menu-button">
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-menu-button-outer-box">
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-menu-button-inner-box">
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-menu-button-caption">Inggris</div>
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-menu-button-dropdown"></div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<p></span> <a class="swap" href="http://translate.google.co.id/translate_t">tukar</a></div>
<div style="float:right;"><span class="subbutton"></p>
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-custom-button">
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-custom-button-outer-box">
<div class="goog-inline-block goog-custom-button-inner-box">
<div>Terjemahkan</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>
<p></span></div>
</td>
<td></td>
<td></td>
</tr>
</tbody>
</table>
  <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/72/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/72/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godelicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/72/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/delicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/72/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gostumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/72/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/stumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/72/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godigg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/72/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/digg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/72/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/goreddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/72/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/reddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/72/" /></a> <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=72&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" /></div>]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2008/12/16/haji-adam-malik-to-know/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/e3602d3000c64e25baa994372b7edacc?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">tabeksirah</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/h-adam-mlk.jpg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">h-adam-mlk</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
		<item>
		<title>Suharto figure in track history of Indonesia</title>
		<link>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2008/12/16/suharto-figure-in-track-history-of-indonesia/</link>
		<comments>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2008/12/16/suharto-figure-in-track-history-of-indonesia/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 04:12:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>tabeksirah</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[pahlawan]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[suharto]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/?p=67</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Major General H.M. Suharto died at 13:10 at the Pertamina Hospital Center (RSPP), Jakarta. Not long after his death, the government announced the invocation flag to half mast all offices / government agencies, representatives of the Republic of Indonesia abroad, private offices and the public for seven days in succession. Even President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=67&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-68" title="soeharto" src="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/soeharto.jpg?w=237&#038;h=351" alt="soeharto" width="237" height="351" />Major General H.M. Suharto died at 13:10 at the Pertamina Hospital Center (RSPP), Jakarta. Not long after his death, the government announced the invocation flag to half mast all offices / government agencies, representatives of the Republic of Indonesia abroad, private offices and the public for seven days in succession. Even President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono (SBY) present and act as a surveyor funeral procession ceremony at the Suharto family cemetery Astana Giribangun, Karanganyar, Central Java. Not to okestrasi mass media print and electronic displays that strive Suharto&#8217;s image as statesman and patriot for the state and nation.</p>
<p>Indeed, this is not a wise step. By considering the controversy surrounding the resignation of Suharto, should we learn from the government of Chile under Michelle Bachelet (the former opposition and the president of Chile) after the death of General Augusto Pinochet, who at least has a history almost like Suharto. After a brief cabinet meeting, as presented by the strident tone spokesman president, the government of Chile announced that no state funeral by the government, but still get the Pinochet military honor. President also announced the flag half-mast only at military installations, installation, but not to announce a national period to mourn. Unfortunately, we are not Chile, and SBY is a Javanese who have manners and obedience typical Javanese people who can not be compared with Michelle Bachelet with the Hispanic cultural background of the cosmopolitan. This happens when we can leave the picture may be misleading in the future.</p>
<p>A foreign travelers who diligently record and on-time such as this are in Indonesia, perhaps the writing in the daily notes on a nation mourn the middle of a journey that has been formed and the journey of life they lead. Maybe he will portray how the millions of Poker-junior in the country mourn the figure that has prosperity in the three decades of Suharto. Perhaps he will also describe the people who fainted due to heat during Suharto&#8217;s funeral parade welcome in Central Java. And while he may be the most Ode given to Suharto and follows with songs such as Autumn flowers appear repeatedly in the display glass. Or, if he was diligent enough to read newspaper reports about the wave of brass-heavy in the layatan them in the residence of Suharto.</p>
<p><span id="more-67"></span><br />
The view from the top of the ship such as this clearly does not want us. We hope is future generations of Indonesia has a poignancy in the history of evaluate at this time we experienced. This paper provides a space referred to the interpretation of other historical amnesia is now an organization in our country. Although preceded by the extent to which sensibilitas&#8217; other &#8216;on Suharto to appear in our lives now, but more bids on the challenge if we can all make a new history for our community. Wafatnya Suharto menggenapi end of an era during which several decades have left the tracks in the social, political, economic and cultural society we now this.</p>
<p>Sensibilitas</p>
<p>Behind the pomp and carpet rebound magical verses of the holy and the death of Suharto, there is a sound different. A sound that represents a collective memories about the three decades that have been through power under Suharto and the kroninya. From the generation that grew large in the internal war in the most western tip of Indonesia, Suharto has been figure relates to the color red human blood. Memories are memories of the Suharto on murder and human devastation. Sosoknya also described as private and underhanded smug.</p>
<p>Fortunately the Suharto family has a cemetery in Central Java. Can we imagine what happens when the Suharto family entomb their father in the Pidie region, this may be a statesman who love the national integrity of Indonesia, which has become a center of resistance Free Aceh Movement. So it is not one of Suharto&#8217;s family chose Central Java, used as a center of civilization of Java, as the burial place of the family. They seemed to understand most of the habits of people who will be Java, &#8216;yo wis, I died, my people still continue diomongin&#8217;.</p>
<p>In the metropolitan Manila area that is also the capital of Indonesia&#8217;s national movement of capital-capital money where national and international fast-moving gerundelan hatred led to the resignation of Suharto and his family circle, which is considered as a unique kleptokratik number in the country. Suharto has been using the interests of other countries that are not from the interests of the family. And from the personal side, despicable and cutthroat nature seems so inherent. He is considered eligible for the Presidency with the madness of Nero burning Rome. A pink trail that never specialties-off with the words The Smilling-General is a falsity. RELATIVES images that give a picture of even the power of instinct to kill without remorse ever. Frightening indeed!</p>
<p>Employees also regrets that he never had great power, but not for the good-use goods is certainly good draft is different conception of the supporters. In summary, there is no side that is not feasible to be against Suharto&#8217;s resignation from all angles this.</p>
<p>What we sulk</p>
<p>Hate can also sharp with anger. The generation that grew most in the decade of the 1980s and 1990s seem feasible for the sulky loop that authorities give them the &#8216;prosperity&#8217; in the economic era. It simply anger. He was in the shape of remorse on the &#8216;historical amnesia&#8217; that the generation of chronic disease. And this is not the wrong attitude. Books and teaching history in Indonesia, museums and movie becomes gate that understand the past, has become a tool effective in tricking the young generation the bulk of Indonesia. Generation such as this should feel resentful when they know that what they had previously believed and believe others do not lie to a major.</p>
<p>In the minds of those who are pregnant and know more about a little history of this country, the furor caused by the birth of hope about a disappearance of the community as promised in the majestic words of Indonesia&#8217;s constitution, fair and prosperous society. People, institutions and international donors like the World Bank and IMF should only say there is economic progress during the three decades under the leadership of Suharto. They say the decade of 1980s and early 1990s, Indonesia is a large tiger that grows in Southeast Asia. Better than Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia, for example.</p>
<p>But the word &#8216;better&#8217; is indeed lose meaning if the gap is created. When we see images of the area air-Golden Triangle Sudirman a symbol of Indonesia&#8217;s economic growth, we can still see the dots settlement slums where they live, which carry ngais crumb-economic progress of Indonesia. In most areas east of Indonesia, West Papua, local people become spectators of the smoke machine that changed their land into gold, copper and coal. While at the same level ratang average life expectancy they are still lagging behind most of the people of Indonesia. On the outskirts of Jakarta, probably not more than one hundred kilometers from the city center, children, youths Indonesia thrust in the school when the rain leaking ceiling, and will be ready on holiday when the flood came shipment. So we can sulk over a decade of greed and the history of the Suharto regime replaces hope for the welfare of every citizen of Indonesia.</p>
<p>Making History</p>
<p>Then steps such as what might be done post-Suharto. Demand justice to the individual self Suharto is clearly not possible. Remaining now is the kroni the shelter behind our justice semrawutnya order.</p>
<p>If we hope the Council and the political elite in this country, description is quite difficult. Events recently elite show dizziness government authorities and we close the books of the past and open the curtains history of the future. Policy hastily give all honor to Suharto&#8217;s request with the flags half-mast is evidence of the inability of state officials to respond to a transition period of post-Suharto.</p>
<p>Unfortunately, also, parade, theater Indonesian political elite that give a picture crowded with leaders who do not have strong confidence to start something new. There is no expectation that they have the commitment and knowledge that can construct a new history for this country.</p>
<p>Thus, the strength pounder seems best situated in a generation aware of the history of victimization that has occurred, and feel angry over the victimization. Is the source of their ire enerji large opening in a new era and the tasks we all prepare for them. They are being history, their recent history of free and they will make history. Greeting</p>
  <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gocomments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/67/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/comments/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/67/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godelicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/67/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/delicious/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/67/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/gostumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/67/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/stumble/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/67/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/godigg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/67/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/digg/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/67/" /></a> <a rel="nofollow" href="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/goreddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/67/"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://feeds.wordpress.com/1.0/reddit/tabeksirah.wordpress.com/67/" /></a> <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=tabeksirah.wordpress.com&blog=4783229&post=67&subd=tabeksirah&ref=&feed=1" /></div>]]></content:encoded>
			<wfw:commentRss>http://tabeksirah.wordpress.com/2008/12/16/suharto-figure-in-track-history-of-indonesia/feed/</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>0</slash:comments>
	
		<media:content url="http://0.gravatar.com/avatar/e3602d3000c64e25baa994372b7edacc?s=96&#38;d=identicon&#38;r=G" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">tabeksirah</media:title>
		</media:content>

		<media:content url="http://tabeksirah.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/soeharto.jpg" medium="image">
			<media:title type="html">soeharto</media:title>
		</media:content>
	</item>
	</channel>
</rss>