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Discrimination (English)

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Have you ever been discriminated? Based on any factors – religion, ethnic group, age, political stance, sexual orientation, education, gender, et cetera any other possible ways which are all possible under the sun. I’ve seen people discriminating and being discriminated. So sad, vulnerable and weak.

Imagine a group of migrant workers among a crowd of locals in a factory, they are of weak bargaining position. At the end of the day they will say yes to any tasks given as long as they can survive until at least the contract is finished.

Someone told me of being discriminated based on gender – the same job description, the same  length of tenure, different gender, different salary & benefits. What would you do?

And, in a modern country whose per capita income is the highest in the region people are ghostly discriminative against migrant workers. When people are jealous and out of clear thinking, they would think as wild as the charging bull. They think migrant workers are not as good as them, even the skill is proven against time and space. In their mind is only “getting rid of those foreigners who have taken our job opportunities”. Educated is just a word, they are not well educated actually.

Are you white? Or, black? Or, colored?

Some people — some — respect whites more than they do black or colored. I have been colored since I was born and I am thankful for being naturally safe from skin cancer but was once — twice, thrice, etc — so disappointed when local people serve my white colleagues better, treat them as if they were hints and queens. In fact, they are just THE SAME. What’s wrong with you, local colored people? Do you think white is more just because they are white? Wake up!

You treat animals like sh*t “just” because they are animals? That is a wider discrimination. And, this is even to helpless creature that have nothing but instinct to cry to the Universe.

But, when humanity and love are gathered in someone’s heart…. Discriminating is a ridiculous thing, a self mockery? Nothing but absence of sanity and clear thinking —

Love yourself. If you want others to respect you, respect others first. Love yourself more…. If you love yourself, you’ll love others and will never discriminate with any single basis possible which are all possible under the sun.

Cats will love you. Dogs will love you. Rabbits will love you. Birds will love you. Insects will love you. Horse will love you. Flies will love you. Mosquitoes will love you. Leaves will love you. Flowers, trees, wind, sun-ray, water, all will love you….. Human being will love you, too.

Namaste.

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Picture borrowed from http://shiningspiritmeditation.com/tag/universe/

Singapore – october 13, 2014 – 11:44pm

SENSITIVITY IN ME

life, love

SENSITIVITY IN ME

I feel it gets stronger

The sensitivity in me

How I feel hurt to see animals slaughtered for fun, for consumption, for pride

How I feel hurt to see those creatures without defense accept whatever humans want them to be.

Is it after I dig the love between my Bob cat and me?

Or, is it just because it is time when I unseal the hidden key?

Or, is it just an accidental sensitivity in me?

Just now I mistakenly switched on TV to a channel showing a tortoise slaughtered alive! The guilt lingers and tortures my sleeping time. No sleep then. Then it reminds me to topeng monyet that comes to exploitation rather than animal training. Also it drives me crazier when I remember how Kebun Binatang Surabaya animal “collections” get weaker and weaker because the care takers do not care about the animals. They said they lack of money? Then just send those animals to other zoos rather than selfishly claim the poor responsibility of national asset. God damn animals are not national! It is global asset! Once they are distinct, the mankind should mourn!

I go too far… I am being sensitive. I am missing a thing, Bob Kucing. He’s been my savior in my bad times; he’s been alarm of consciousness of oneness. It is too far. I am not supposed to talk about sensitivity. It is merely about my dear cat… Is it?

HHIpoh – December 23, 2011 – 9:00pm

MENGENALI WAJAH JIWA

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MENGENALI WAJAH JIWA

Pagi-pagi sekali saya mendengar suara azan berkumandang dari corong mushollah Al Ikhlas di pojok Blok A komplek kami. Sudah Subuh.

Keadaan pagi itu tak beda jauh dari biasanya. Saya buka pintu kamar menuju tempat wudhu lalu memasang mukena saya. Sholah dua rakaat. Di sujud terakhir saya berlama-lama.

Disana saya melihat Bapak saya yang telah meninggal dunia. Senyumnya mengembang. Masih juga tampan seperti ketika masih hidup. Tak ada bekas pukulan malaikat. Tak ada bekas cambukan. Tak ada sayatan atau luka bakar. Berarti Bapak selamat dari azab kubur. Bapak orang baik walaupun bukan orang yang sangat relijius. Beliau seorang yang sangat jiwa spiritualnya sehingga ritual agama tak terlalu membuatnya kehilangan pegangan. Kebersahajaannya saja yang dapat membuat orang percaya bahwa agama telah membentuknya menjadi manusia tulus dan nrimo. Senyum Bapak saya adalah kebahagiaan tiada tara bagi keluarganya. Salaamun alaiha ya Rabbi…

Lalu saya bertemu dengan guru ngaji saya. Senyumnya masih juga seperti dulu. Tulus. Jenggot Hanoman-nya masih tetap terjaga rapi. Ditangannya ada Al Quran yang dulu waktu hidup dia ajarkan secara istimewa (ukuran kami) namun dicap sesat oleh teman-teman saya yang sangat kuat ngugemi (mengikuti dengan saklek (lurus (tanpa berprasangka (tanpa bertanya (tanpa berpikir (tanpa akal sehat (berharap syurga))))))) Fiqh versi keras. Menurut Psikologi Al Quran yang dia kembangkan, saya adalah manusia Juz 9. ya. Beliau berkeyakinan bahwa tiap juz Al Quran adalah representasi karakter manusia. Itulah yang membuat dia dicap sesat apalagi sejak dia dikerumuni oleh banyak sekali para Doktor dan peneliti yang terkagum-kagum terhadap pembuktian Al Quran. Saya melihat guru ngaji saya ini melambaikan tangannya mengucap salam pada saya tanpa membuka mulutnya. Apakah dia bisu di alam sana?

Lalu saya bertemu dengan dosen saya yang alimnya luar biasa. Saya tak tahu apakah dia sudah meninggal atau belum. Senyumnya tak kalah mengembang. Matanya tak kalah jernih daripada kedua orang yang saya temui sebelumnya. Ada sebuah buku ditangannya. Saya tak tahu buku apa itu. Mungkin buku Fiqh kesayangannya. Atau mungkin buku sastra kebanggaannya yang saat kuliah menjadi senjata pamungkasnya untuk membasmi serangga bodoh yang menggerogoti martabat intelektual dengan keahlian mereka menyontek. Bagaimana tidak… kami mahasiswa boleh open book tapi ketika we opened the book, we found nothing to answer his questions. Damn geniuous lecture he really are!

Lalu saya melihat sosok yang sangat cantik. Ah, benarkah apa yang saya lihat? Ini bukan mimpi?

Saya melihat diri saya sendiri. Tapi saya tidak berbaju. Saya tidak memakai apa-apa. Waduh, apakah seperti ini nasib saya? Telanjang? Polos? Jujur? Atau miskin? Alamak… Dia menatap saya dengan pandangan mengejek. Kurang ajar benar dia menertawakan diri sendiri? Di kepalanya ada rambut yang panjang sepantat (bukan pantatnya serambut ha ha ha…). Lalu ada senyum tak kunjung terkembang. Saya melihat saya dalam versi cantik bukan versi asli, ceria, yang selalu saya citrakan. Inikah jiwa saya? Jiwa yang cantik namun beku? Jangan-jangan itu kuntilanak? Bukan… karena kuntilanak pasti menangis sedangkan image ini tidak berekspresi, hanya diam. Baru saya lihat senyum tipis sebelum dia lenyap disedot arus dingin.

Allaahu akbar, saya bukannya ber-tahiyyat akhir karena ternyata saya tertidur dalam sujud panjang saya.

Assalaamu’alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barokatuhu… tengok ke kanan

Assalaamu’alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barokatuhu… tengok ke kiri

Apakah saya perlu sholat lagi? J

June 11, 2008