@kresbung CMIIW. Latar belakangnya murni politik ya? Esensinya mirip dengan kasus ijasah palsu. Tujuannya menginvalidasi semua hal yg disahkan olehnya. At least.
Sungguh ngga ada yang baru di bawah matahari 😅
Rahasia Dibalik Ukuran Kertas A4 yang Selalu Bikin Penasaran! 📏
Kenapa harus tepat 29,7 cm × 21 cm?
Pernah nggak kamu mikir: “Kenapa nggak dibulatin aja jadi 30 × 20 cm? Kan gampang dihafal!”
Aku dulu juga gitu kok. Sini aku spill rahasia matematisnya! 👇
Gw pernah denger cerita tentang 2 orang yang ditakdirkan masuk neraka. Mereka sudah pegang buku catatan amalnya di kiri,
ketika ketemu Allah orang yang pertama langsung disuruh Allah masuk neraka.
Tanpa babibu lagi dia langsung ngacir laro ke neraka. Eh distop sama Allah. Allah nanya ke dia kenapa dia langsung lari mau masuk ke beraka saat disuruh masuk neraka. Dia jawab:
“YaAllah, selama di dunia hamba tidak pernah taat akan perintahmu, kali ini engkau perintahkan hamba untuk masuk neraka, hamba taat”
Tau ga respond Allah?
“Masuklah ke surga ku”
Orang ke dua pas ketemu Allah, dan Allah perintahkan dia masuk neraka orang ini justru kayak jalan pelan, nengok ke Allah lagi, jalan pelan lagi nengok ke Allah lagi
Akhirnya Allah nanya ke dia kenapa dia begitu, jawabannya:
“YaAllah, hamba mengetahui bahwa hamba adalah pendosa yang membuat Engkau murka, tapi yaAllah, hamba yakin kasih sayangMu lebih besar daripada murka Mu”
Jawaban Allah
“Ya benar, kasih sayangku lebih besar dari murka ku, masuklah ke surga ku”
Sudah sepantasnya kita yang percaya Allah Maha Pengampun, pengasih dan penyayang. Jangan jadikan dosa di masa lalu jadi penghalang untuk mendapatkan rahmat Allah, tetaplah berbuat baik, tebus kesalahan di masa lalu dan percaya Allah menyayangi kita. Jangan malah karena dosa kita menjauh dari Allah. Gw pun dosanya banyak banget ini 😭😭😭 tapi gapapa lah tetep mendekat sama Allah aja gw 😭
Ingat kata Allah:
“Hai hamba-hamba-Ku yang malampaui batas terhadap diri mereka sendiri, janganlah kamu berputus asa dari rahmat Allah. Sesungguhnya Allah mengampuni dosa-dosa semuanya. Sesungguhnya Dia-lah Yang Maha Pengampun lagi Maha Penyayang. Dan kembalilah kamu kepada Tuhanmu, dan berserah dirilah kepada-Nya sebelum datang azab kepadamu kemudian kamu tidak dapat ditolong (lagi).” (QS. Az Zumar: 53-54).
After hearing from the doctor that her son Léo’s cancer could no longer be treated, that no therapy was working anymore & the only goal was “to keep him comfortable until the end”… Claire went to his room.
Léo was sitting on his bed, watching videos on his tablet. She sat beside him, rested her head against his & they had this heartbreaking conversation:
Me: Breathing hurts, doesn’t it?
Léo: Uh… yeah.
Me: Does it hurt all the time?
Léo: (looking down) Yes…
Me: This cancer is awful… You know, you don’t have to fight anymore.
Léo: I don’t have to? (with a small smile) But I’ll keep fighting for you, Mom!
Me: No, sweetheart… You’re doing it for me?
Léo: Well… yes.
Me: And what’s a mom’s job?
Léo: To protect you! (with his big smile)
Me: My love… I can’t protect you here anymore. The only way to do it now is from the sky. (My heart shattered.)
Léo: Then I’ll go to the sky and play while I wait for you! You’ll come, right?
Me: Of course I’ll come! You know you can’t get rid of Mom that easily!
Léo: Thanks, Mom! I’ll play while I wait for you!
That was their last real conversation.
In the hours that followed, Claire never left his side. They played, laughed, watched videos. & fought the “bad guys” with their toy guns. They made the most of every moment.
An hour before he left, he snuggled into her arms again & told her how he wanted to be remembered: “As a policeman.”
A little later, Claire went to the bathroom. When she came back, Léo was sleeping deeply. His little body had given up. But in one final breath, he opened his eyes, smiled & whispered: “I love you, Mom.” Then he closed his eyes as Claire softly sang into his ear…
Léo passed away at just 4 years old, in his mother’s arms, after a brave fight against cancer.
The photo shared isn’t just one picture, it’s two. In the first, you see Léo lying on the bathroom rug, waiting for his mom to finish her shower. In the second… the same rug. Empty. Just a silent rug, where a perfect little boy once waited for his mom.
If tonight your child is near you, put your phone down, forget what you’re doing,
& give them the longest, warmest hug. 💛
My husband passed away from cancer half a year ago. In his final month, he desperately pushed me to divorce him, saying he didn’t want to hold me back. But I flat-out refused, and we argued fiercely about it several times.
What haunts me most is the day he left—I raced to the hospital, speeding all the way, but still arrived ten minutes too late. These past six months, I’ve often broken down, convinced that he must have resented me—for not listening, for being too stubborn, for not letting go. I felt he punished me by not letting me see him one last time.
A while ago, I came across a psychology teacher on Facebook and, on a whim, reached out to her. After reading my story, she stayed silent for a long time, then said: “He didn’t hold any grudge against you. He just couldn’t bear to see you cry. Look for the notebook he kept in his hospital room—the answer you need is in there.”
I was stunned. That notebook was where he recorded his treatment journey. I thought it was just medical notes and never had the courage to open it. Back home, my hands trembling, I flipped through it and found a folded letter tucked inside. The handwriting was shaky and uneven:
“My love, I pushed you to divorce because I wanted you to have an easier future. But deep down, when you refused, I felt so relieved. Thank you for not leaving me, thank you for staying by my side through this battle. I was afraid seeing me take my last breath would haunt your dreams, so I slipped away while you weren’t here. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you till we grew old.”
Reading it, I cried until I was sick. He never hated me. He loved me all along.
That night, I dreamt of him for the first time in so long. He came over, gently touched my head, and wiped my tears. When I woke up, my pillow was soaked, but that tight knot inside me—it finally came undone.
Thank you, my love. And thank you, teacher. 🙏
“Can I bring my baby to the interview?”
The message came in at 11 PM:
“Hi, I have an interview with you tomorrow at 2 PM. My childcare fell through. Can I bring my 8-month-old? I understand if you need to reschedule.”
Old me would have rescheduled.
Unprofessional. Distraction. Red flag.
New me replied:
“Absolutely. See you tomorrow.”
She showed up with her baby on her hip.
She apologized three times before even sitting down.
Ten minutes in, the baby started crying.
She tried to soothe him while answering questions.
She apologized again.
I stopped the interview and said:
“Hey. You’re managing a fussy baby, answering complex questions, and staying calm under pressure. That’s literally the job. Handling chaos while staying professional. You’re already proving you can do it.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
We hired her.
She’s been with us for a year now.
The most reliable team member we have.
Why?
Because when you’re used to handling a screaming infant at 3 AM and still showing up to work the next day, workplace stress feels like nothing.
Working parents, especially mothers, are some of the most organized, efficient, and resilient people you’ll ever hire.
Yet we lose them because our hiring processes are built for people with zero caregiving responsibilities.
If your interview process can’t accommodate a parent facing a childcare issue, you’re not filtering for professionalism.
You’re filtering for privilege.
Van Gogh died broke because nobody wanted his paintings. He sold maybe one during his entire life. The art world thought his style was too immature. His brother Theo, an art dealer, kept him alive by sending money constantly.
When Van Gogh passed in 1890, his brother, Theo died just six months later. That left Theo's wife Jo as a 28 year old widow with a baby and about 900 paintings nobody wanted, plus hundreds of letters.
Here's what actually mattered. Van Gogh had written hundred of letters letters to Theo and Jo explaining individual paintings and his life as an artist. He told them the stories behind each work, what he was trying to express, what each one meant to him.
After both brothers died, Jo remembered these letters and published them.
That's what made him famous. People could read Van Gogh's own words about each painting. The works stopped being random art and became stories he had experienced. The paintings got context directly from him explaining what he was doing. Jo gave the world Van Gogh's voice attached to his work.
By the time she died in 1925, he had gone from total unknown to art historical icon.
i have no desire to be rich so i can buy a lambo or birkins.
I want to be rich so I can control my time and go to the gym at 2 pm on a wednesday.
sit at a cafe and relax for an hour on a rainy afternoon.
so I can cook meals at home with fresh ingredients.
spend on my family and friends without worrying about a budget.
that’s my idea of a rich life, not the fake consumerist idea shoved down my throat.
The geography of a woman as she ages:
Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa . Half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally Beautiful!
Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe. Well developed and open to trade, especially for someone of real value.
Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain. Very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.
Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece. Gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.
Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain. With a glorious and all conquering past.
Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel. Has been through war, doesn't make the same mistakes twice, and takes care of business.
Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada. Self-preserving, but open to meeting new people.
After 70, she becomes Tibet. Wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages. An adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge.
THE GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN
Between 1 and 100, a man is like North Korea and Russia:
Ruled by a pair of nuts
KILAS BALIK: KETIKA SAYA MENEMUKAN HIV/AIDS DI INDONESIA
Saya masih ingat tahun 1982–1983. Saat itu saya tugas belajar di Prancis. Di laboratorium Institut Kanker dan Imunogenetika, RS Paul Brousse, di selatan Paris.