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Day One: Why do I write?

I write because ......
I write because ……

In response to Finding Everyday Inspiration, today I’ll post about the reasons why I write.

I write because…..

  • Writing is a part of my job. As a teacher, I must write the summary of the lessons, explain the subjects to my students clearly. Everything that connected to my primary job needs writing activity.
  • I need to express myself. When I get happiness, or sadness, sometimes I express them through writing. Perhaps write simple poems, short stories, and etc.
  • I feel happy, very…very happy when I could write my minds and share to others.
  • I need to give some information to the parents of my students such as the schedule of meeting and homework.
  • I must reply the messages 😀 from the people.
  • As Muslim, I’m ordered to share the verses of Qur’an to other Muslims.
  • Writing is one of my hobbies. 😉
  • I have plan to make a personal journal of my life (not all part of my life)
  • You asked me why I write. 😀

Okay friends, if you’re interested to follow this course, you can visit the resource page and don’t forget tag your post #everydayinspiration.

It really helps me to improve my writing again. In syaa Allah.


Image source: Ngainun Naim

The Barriers in Writing


Hello, my blog!

Hello, my friends!

Hello, world!


I was absent for two months from blogging. Why?!

There’re so many reasons why I didn’t write anything here.

I’ll write about some barriers those I recently got in writing.

  • Lazy

This’s the main factor why I didn’t write. Although I was busy, if I forced myself to write, I could write something in my blog. 🙂

  • Thinking before writing

Sometimes, I do that. Too much wasting the times for thinking about the idea, about grammar, about English and etc. When will I write if I always feel worry about them.

  • Comparing my writing with others.

Masya Allah, others are good. They have talent at writing. They have good thinking, they have great idea….. they have…….  😀

I shouldn’t do this. 🙂

What else?

I can’t focus in writing for long time! Really??!

I think you can, Fatma!  Act now!! 🙂



Suggestion for Me…

If I thought more

about the topic

I couldn’t write anything

only saving the ideas

in my brain.

When I wrote down

after getting the ideas

my fingers could dance

nicely on the keyboard

and the words flow fast


don’t think too much about your writing

just write …

write… and write!

Suggestion for Me!

Day One: Introduce Yourself to the World

Today’s assignment: write and publish a “who I am and why I’m here” post on your blog


Alhamdulillah a new writing challenge just come. It’s Blogging 101.
In the first day, I’ve to introduce myself to the world. I think you’ve known who I am, what I am and where I’m from. You can read about me on page “About Me.” I’m very glad that I’ve connected with some awesome bloggers via my blog and on social media. So, should I introduce myself again here?

I decided to tell you why I’m here. I’ve written more times in my earlier posts that I’m an English learner. I love English/ Arabic besides my language. I also love writing and art so much. Here, I want to combine all my (ordinary) abilities become posts and share them in my blog.

I’ve written various topics, such as Islamic knowledge, family, writing, blogging, stories of Indonesians and so on. As a learner, I’ll explore my writing ability. I won’t to stop to write anyhow when I get a problem with my devices. I’ll keep my writing activity, if I can’t connect to internet maybe I’ll save my draft post in my PC then publish it in other time.

I knew there are so many new bloggers that started their blogging fantastically. They have a huge followers and good feedback from other bloggers. FANTASTICO! I really admire their works!

Now, back to myself, okay take it easy. Do blogging step by step and regularly. I hope I’ll get my goals soon here. Ameen! Everything is begun from the step one. From Zero to Hero! (I really love this motto!)

By the way, if you feel interest to connect with me personally, you can add me on Fb (I’m rare there) or other social media, or just email me. Please see my “Contact Me!” And if you don’t mind we can connect freely there. Actually I use Google+, Facebook, Whatsapp, and Viber. But, I’m mostly on blog and Whatsapp. (I’ll share my whatsapp and my viber number with you if you ask me via email).   🙂
I think it’s enough for this time, C U at class (Blogging 101) tomorrow, insha’Allah!

A Story ADay In May

Dear my lovely friends (great bloggers),

I hope you’re always blessed along your lives! Ameen! ❤

Writing 101 for April has finished! I didn't complete my writing challenge  2 days, day 15 n 20.   😀


May just came! There is a new writing challenge, its name A Story ADay In May. Firstly, I knew it from my lovely friend Laura Clark. I read her blog and I found about it. Thank you so much, dear Laura!

My friends, if you don’t know about it yet, I suggest you to join this writing challenge. It’d be FUN, I hope! Please visit A Story ADay In May. Just sign up there!

Thank you very much for your kind attention!

Actually, I’m not sure to write a short story every day. I’ll start in day 3, insha’Allah. I have other tasks too, but…….hey stop to find any reasons if you want to improve your writing! (my heart says to me like that!)

Looking forward your stories there, Insha’Allah!

Happy writing!

Day Eighteen: Hone a Point of View

The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of six boys, who’ve all grown up and moved away. Since Mr. Pauley died three months ago, she’d had no income. She’s fallen behind in the rent. The landlord, accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs. Pauley from the house she’s lived in for forty years.

Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street.

Today’s twist: For those of you who want an extra challenge, think about more than simply writing in first-person point of view — build this twelve-year-old as a character.


This time, I will not follow the prompt. I want to try to write other story. When I thought about that prompt, the movie “UP” always comes to my mind. So, I avoid to duplicate it.


“I am free now!”

I just finished my homework. I always get the homework every day. School is like a prison for me. Truly! I don’t understand why the teachers liked to give us much homework. I think, they don’t understand our hobby. Our hobbies are playing, playing then playing.

My Mom always says to me and advises me to study hard to get my dream. My dream is only playing. I don’t have other. I don’t want to be a business man who has much money and drives to everywhere with his cars. They are arrogant. They don’t care to poor men.

My Dad is same too. He always asks me to follow many activities at my school to improve my talents. I was asked to follow English course, piano course, and calligraphy course and so on. School is like a prison for me. Really!

I have two elder brothers. Their names are Hasan and Husein. They are bookworm. They have same hobbies. Their hobbies are reading books, writing, discussion, observation and debate. These activities will make me bored. So, school is like big prison, if my parents wanted me to follow my elder brothers.

I have ever protested to my parents that I don’t like to follow piano and English course. Playing piano is very difficult, and English is hard to learn. In English, reading and writing the words are very different. I only like to learn calligraphy. But, my parents haven’t approved my protest. My Dad asked me to play a piano, because he is a national pianist, and my Mom asked me to follow English course, because she is an English teacher. They don’t understand me.

If you ask me about my hobby, so my primary hobby is playing, and my other hobby is writing calligraphy. My brother Hasan said to me that I got my talent from my grandfather. I don’t believe in him, from whom he knew that?

I always ask to myself, when I can do everything according my wish? My parents always stir me, to do what they want. I want to get my freedom! I want to fly like birds! I want to get out from my prison. But, my parents will not understand me! They are discipline parents.

I almost forget about one thing. It is about my dream. My parents often ask me about that. To be honest, I want to be a teacher, a good teacher who cares to all students. I will invite my students to play together with me at class. It’d be interesting. I will not give them homework. Because I hate it!







Day Sixteen: Third Time’s the Charm

Today’s Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.

On day four, you wrote about losing something. On day thirteen, you then wrote about finding something. So, today’s twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of lost and found more generally in this post.


Part 1 & 2:  Serially Lost, Serially Found

Part 3:


I have many experiences about losing and found something. Losing phones, uniforms, money, ring, even losing my dad.

I lost much times in my life. I can’t believe it, I am 36 now.  I used 17 years for schooling. (I began to study at school at 7 years old), 6 years for my job, Where was my 6 years? How many hours I used for worshipping my Creator? Only five minutes for every prayer. How many hours I used for sleeping, for blogging, for learning and for my family?

Losing phones, uniforms and property, Alhamdulillah I could buy other.

Losing money, I could find it by working.

Losing my dad, (it was a great losing), I can’t find the change of him, but I can pray for him.

Losing my times for something bad, I can’t take back my times. They had gone and will never back to me. So, time is very valuable thing in my life and other lives, I think.

How many hours those I need to find the idea to write it and convert it becomes post? That was why I try to do everything for Allah’s pleasure. I try to write something beneficial for me especially before sharing it to other. (I do struggle hard with my intention)

I remembered the Surah al-Asr :1-3

By time. (1) Indeed, mankind is in loss. (2) Except for those who have believed and done righteous deeds and advised each other to truth and advised each other to patience.(3)

Indeed, I have lost my times, and now I find a great guidance about time.

Day Nine: Point of View

Today’s Prompt: A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.

We encourage you to give fiction a try, even if that not what you normally do — it can be a fun way to stretch. If fiction feels like a bridge to far, take some element from the scene that speaks to you, and write a non-fiction piece about that. Perhaps you are drawn to the old woman, and will write a piece about your grandmother, or the crying man will inspire a story about the last time you cried joyful tears.

Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.

If point of view was an object, it would be William Carlos Williams’ infamous red wheelbarrow; everything depends on it.

Man’s Point of view

Alhamdulillah, finally I got my holiday for a week. It was difficult to find times for my amazing wife, Safira. I’m always busy with my job. I admit I often leave my wife alone in our apartment. I have a wonderful plan to spend this holiday with her. We just married. So, I missed a romance moment, walking and enjoying our times together.

“Hun, do you mind if we walk to the town park this evening?”

“Sound lovely. I know the reason, why you chose that place,” said Safira. She has approved my plan.

“Thanks Hun!” I kiss her forehead warmly.

We don’t need to prepare something. We leave our apartment and walk to the park.

That park is very beautiful. I see many flowers there. They’re smell good. I hold my wife’s hand. I want to feel her warm. She is lovely. And I can feel her pure love by holding her hand. She smiles at me. I want to hug her, but I’m shy to do it in public place.

“Hun, look at the children! They’re so adorable. I imagine our baby, it’d be nice if we can play and enjoy such this time together!” said Safira hopefully.

“We will, insha’Allah!”

We walk again to see other scenes. My eyes catch the old woman who is sitting on the bench  She is knitting a small red sweater. She is making it skillfully.

“She is like….”

My last memory about my religion teacher came to my mind. Madam Husna was a great teacher. She was alone spent her life. One thing that broke my heart was I couldn’t visit her when she was gotten the treatment. I was busy with my work. When I came, she had passed away.

I felt hurt. I can’t forgive myself. And this old woman is really like Madam Husna. I can’t keep my sadness, then I sit with knees in front of her. I hold her right hand and kissed it mannerly.

“Who are you? Let go of!”  The old woman asks me. She is quiet confuse. Her a small red sweater is fallen from her hands.

My wife wipes my tears, and says, “Dear, let her alone! What’s up with you?”

“I don’t want to leave her alone. Not anymore! I’d be there to accompany her. She is like…….” I can’t continue my answer. I’m crying in front of my wife and the old woman. I can’t hide my sadness. It’s still hurt. Safira hugs me and say, “Let her alone, please! Please!”

Woman’s point of view

I’m very happy now! Indeed! It’s amazing that my husband Ali gets his holiday for a week. It’d be interesting to spend times together with him. He is a lovely husband for me. He is warm and all heart. I love him a lot. I’m so blessed become his wife.

I often stay at home alone. He suggested me to take rest from my job, because I have some problems with my health. I really hope this holiday will be fun.

Now, I’m lying on bed, when he comes. He walks toward me and asks me about plan of holiday.

“Hun, do you mind if we walk to the town-park this evening?”

“Sound lovely. I know the reason, why you chose that place,” I approve his plan.

He smiles at me, and kisses my forehead, “Thanks Hun!”

After praying ashar, we go to park. Ali holds my hand with love.

“Ah, he is so sweet. So romantic! I miss this moment.”

I look around and see the visitors. I can see the happiness from the faces of children. They are playing hide and seek, running to catch balloon. Lovely to see!

“Hun, look at the children! They’re so adorable. I imagine our baby, it’d be nice if we can play and enjoy such this time together!” say I to my hubby.

“We will, insha’Allah!”

We walk again to see other scenes. When we pass the old woman, my hubby stops his walk and stares at her, the old woman who is sitting on the bench. She is knitting a small red sweater. She is making it beautifully. She is very active, indeed! I ask to myself why she sits here alone. Where is her family?

I see my hubby begins to cry. I don’t understand with him. Suddenly, he sits with knees in front of her. He holds the old woman’s right hand and kissed it mannerly.

“Who are you? Let go of!”  The old woman asks him. She is quiet confuse. Her a small red sweater is fallen from her hands.

I’m really confused with him. But, I can’t do anything for a while. I can feel the sadness of him. I try to wipe the tears on his face, “Dear, let her alone! What’s up with you?”

My hubby doesn’t respond me. I don’t know why he did it to the old woman. I really don’t know about that. I just can feel his sadness, but what is it about? Was there a sad story of him in the past? You made me sad, my love.

I take his hand and invite him to leave the old woman. I don’t want to disturb her. But, my hubby says, “I don’t want to leave her alone. Not anymore! I’d be there to accompany her. She is like…….” He can’t continue his words. He’s crying in front of me.

I seduce him and give him a warm hug, “Let her alone, please! Please!”

The old woman’s point view

“O My God, what time is it?” I am nervous when I see the watch. I remember I have to go to park to meet my grandson, Yazid. Yesterday, he emailed me. O, I miss him. I guess, he is a young man now, handsome like his father Ismail.

I take my small-red sweater. I knitted it yesterday. I need a little time to finish it. I’ll give it to Yazid’s daughter, Zahwa.

Yazid and his parents visited me in this big house 10 years ago. He was 13. But he was a tall boy. “I really miss you , Yazid! I miss your sweet family!”

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have enough time to visit me this time. So, he only asked me to meet in the park.

I walk to the park. It is near from my house. This evening is really beautiful. The butterflies fly and descend upon the flowers. The children are playing balloon, the others are playing hide and seek. They are very happy, and enjoying the time. Some young couples are talking nicely. I walk toward and choose a bench under the palm tree. Before knitting a small sweater, I message Yazid and inform him about my location. I hope he and his daughter will find me easily.

I continue my work to finish the small sweater. I’m sure 30 minutes later I’ll finish it, and Yazid will come in 45 minutes.

I’m enjoying my work. I love knitting since I was a child. My mother taught me well about it.

When I’m enjoying my time, all at once a young man comes close to me. He sits on knees and holds my hand. He kisses mine. I’m so confuse. My small – red sweater is fallen from my hands. “Who is this man?” Behind him, a young woman stands and touches the shoulders of this man.

“Who are you? Let go of!” I take my hand crudely. I’m afraid of him. He’s a stranger. I had bad memory with the stranger. I can’t believe in all the strangers. Never!

He stares at me. He’s crying.

O young man, how could you cry like a baby?  

The young woman, I don’t know her. Is she his wife, his girl or whom, I don’t care about her. She seduces a young man to leave me. But a young man says to her, “I don’t want to leave her alone. Not anymore! I’d be there to accompany her. She is like…….”

I can hear his words. But I don’t understand about that.

Please leave me alone! I just want to meet Yazid and Zahwa, not you both.. I only say it in my mind. I hope they will leave me alone.

Writing 101, Day Seven: Give and Take

Today’s Prompt: Write a post based on the contrast between two things — whether people, objects, emotions, places, or something else.


Today’s twist: write your post in the form of a dialogue.


I’m not sure with my post today! Let me know if you find something wrong in my writing.

Here, I’ll write debate between “Day and Night.”

Day, "I'm better than Night!"
Day, “I’m better than Night!”


Night, "I'm better than Day."
Night, “I’m better than Day.”

In private place, Day and Night were talking about their grandeur.
Day said sardonically to the night, “Hi Night! I’m better than you. I have  sun,  rainbow and beautiful scene where the people can enjoy my beauty.”
Night laughed loudly when he heard that and he replied, “Hi Day! Don’t be arrogant. I’m Night, I’m more beautiful than you. I have wonderful moon, the twinkle stars, and I always give amazing dream to all creatures.”
“But, people can’t see rainbow in you,” replied the Day.
“And people can’t see the wonderful of stars in you! So, I’m better than you!”
Day didn’t reply Night. Night felt win, so he continued to mock Day.
“You only make the creature stress, rat race, and weariness. With your sun, you’d burn the earth.”
Day was upset to hear Night’s words.
“Many people do their activities in me. You as Night, only give them the laziness, Sleeping….Sleeping …and sleeping, be active guy!”
“Are you okay, Day? You need rest. And I have it, be relaxed, take a deep breath and sleep!” said Night then.
“You give the darkness!” mocked Day.
The Night didn’t receive it, then he said, “But the moon and stars give others their lights. You should see me! See my beauty!”
“You must see me, see the beauty of my rainbow, the beautiful sea, the mountains and others.”
Night stared at Day arrogantly, then said, “Do listen carefully! Muslims only pray tahajud in Night, they connected to Allah nicely. Night is the best time for getting guidance from Allah. In Night, people usually get awesome inspirations by looking the stars, now tell me your grandeur!”
“Any other your virtues? I do know people prayed tahajud in your time, but have you ever heard about prayer duha, prayer of ‘iedul fitri, ‘iedul adha and performing Hajj? In what time they did those worships? Answer please?” spoke Day proudly. “Who is better? I am, right?”
“No, of course not, I’m better than you!”
“You’re so stubborn, Night!”
“You too!”

Then the earth came to them and said wisely.

“I need you both. If Allah only created Day, I’d be burnt. So, I need Night to cover my skin from the sunlight. Please don’t be arrogant. I do need you both.”

Day and Night were shy to hear that.


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السلام  عليكم  ورحمة  الله  وبركاته

بارك  الله  فيكم

blog tour

Last Monday, March 30th, 2015 after publishing my post about “The Blog Tour Award,” I got message from my beautiful sister themissiontomars, she informed me that she nominated me for Blog Tour Award. Thank you very much for nominating me, dear Sister! You always support me!

She is a beautiful blogger, a beautiful poet and so talented at writing short stories. And….we’re very close although we haven’t met before. Please visit her awesome blog!

Okay, I’ll share my creative writing process! I’m in learning to become a good writer, and I’ve seen many good writers here and they have written in various genres. Do you believe in me my friends, I learn from you! ❤

1. Pass the Tour Award up to four other bloggers!
2. Give the rules!
3. Answer four (4) questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do your task.
4. Compose a one-time post on a specific Monday (date given from your nominator).

Here are my answers for the four questions!

1. What I’m working on at the moment?

Now, the answer is different, because I’m working other work. Besides offering my handwriting, I’m learning how to make design and editing photos too. I’m fond of writing and art! I am an art lover!

2. How does my work differ from others in my genre?

I’m sure everyone has unique style at his/her writing. I do write everything what come to my mind in any topics. One thing that I really notice, I’m trying to enjoy my writing activity, that’s why I choose simple topics. If I have to post something hard, I tried to make it simple and enjoyable to read. I love “expression” a lot!

3. Why do I write and create what do I do?

I write because I love writing. Before blogging, I had written some short stories in Indonesian language and offered to online media, but I failed, and I was getting many ideas while finishing my short story, it made me confused to choose what should I write first.That’s why I took decision to improve my English writing and trying the new experience in English writing. So, my main purpose to write is improving my English. Then improving my writing skill, and sharing my Islāmic knowledge to other. First, it should give benefit to me before other. I hope I can share something beneficial here.

4. How does my writing and creative process work?

To be honest, I won’t find difficult ideas for my writing. I usually get the ideas according to my life, family especially children, people experiences and nature. Really, by seeing the nature I always get the new ideas.  I just started following writing 101, when the other bloggers had joined it earlier than me. Better late than none!  Sometimes I don’t put my ideas directly to my blog, but I only notice big point from them then arrange become posts. This time, I often get ideas from my drawing.

Alhamdulillah, I get the second chance for sharing this blog tour.

Now, the time for choosing the nominees, here they are! (I’m sorry I’ll follow the rule to nominate 4 bloggers, actually I want to choose you all to follow this tour!)

1. Journal of a Muslima
2. Souls of Islam
3. a touch of my saint
4. Christal Blogs
Alright, my sisters! I hope you can take part in this Blog Tour.
Oh yes, I give you the date for posting it the next Monday, insha’Allah on April 13th, 2015. Please do remember the time! 😀

I’d love to read your creative writing process!