tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41532382721864832902024-03-06T00:56:46.533+07:00Berbagi ceritaEverything is possible, insya AllahMbak Roshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631284454130694904noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153238272186483290.post-81832175102281288662016-05-20T17:56:00.002+07:002016-05-20T17:58:40.402+07:00Cuci Piring Juga Ibadah
Assalamu'alaikum...
Waah lama sekali blog ini tidak diisi. Hehe.
Sekarang yang punya blog sudah menikah, saudara-saudara. Jadi mungkin isi blog ini kedepannya akan bernuansa emak-emak yang bisa terlihat dari judulnya ^^
Well, buat emak-emak dimanapun berada. Cuci piring mungkin sudah jadi rutinitas yang tak terpisahkan dalam kehidupan rumah tangga. Meskipun sebagian ada yang dibantu Mbak Roshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631284454130694904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153238272186483290.post-46290439672176111482015-11-16T21:27:00.001+07:002017-09-28T10:29:11.905+07:00I am a muslim
I am a muslim
I believe in Allah as The Almighty God
I believe Muhammad as God's messenger
Allah is The Creator of this world
and Muhammad is God's messenger with a holy book as guidance for us human to live
Dear friend,
I will tell you again
I am a muslim
Inside my heart, I wish you also can feel what I feel
I hope you happy as I happy as a muslim
because Islam is the true way of life
I am aMbak Roshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631284454130694904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153238272186483290.post-85358161994125176162014-08-11T22:39:00.002+07:002015-11-17T07:03:14.258+07:00Heavy Rain
That afternoon the sky appeared cloudy. I saw gray clouds came in layers when I took my shoes. Whereas in the morning the sun shone brightly so I dried my shoes. I tied the rope strongly. Then I said goodbye to mother to go to school.
My school was close enough. Less than 15 minutes to walk for kids in my age. 3rd grade elementary school who have to enter the class at one p.m every day.
AlongMbak Roshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631284454130694904noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153238272186483290.post-39288488847777928812014-04-03T12:44:00.004+07:002014-04-03T12:50:29.100+07:00Golden ink
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom in the north part of earth, named Alkabaz. The people were live in prosperous and tranquility life. That was because all people loved to search and share knowledge. Knowledge made their life better. They knew how to grow plants well, how to build buildings orderly, how to keep nature good, and how to attract tourist kindly.
One of their hobby was Mbak Roshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631284454130694904noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153238272186483290.post-65847109382355374702012-05-23T08:36:00.002+07:002014-03-03T23:06:14.419+07:00From Balloon To The Moon
Tonight, the sky is so dark
Cold wind came into my room
through the small hole of the window
I rolled my blanket gently
Stepped one by one
toward the backyard
Tonight my dream will come true
The air balloon I hid behind the bushes, still remain there
Quickly I moved into the basket
Then I opened the propane valve, so the fire could flame up into the envelope
without jacketMbak Roshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631284454130694904noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153238272186483290.post-6337620258048802272012-05-07T23:44:00.000+07:002014-03-03T23:06:14.414+07:00Environment Little Heroes
This all began from my grandma. She is an active woman, especially in environmental issues. My grandma is really care about green land, fresh air, clean water, and garbage. She loves to share anything about these things to anybody. She wants everybody take care of this earth. Moreover to her grandchildren. Me and my cousins love to listen grandma's explanation. She called us the "environment Mbak Roshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631284454130694904noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153238272186483290.post-52415216660738807382012-04-24T18:19:00.002+07:002014-03-03T23:06:14.410+07:00Do Not
Short story behind the story: It was so difficult to find the next story titled by letter "D". Some ideas came up but I didn't make it for several times. Alhamdulillah finally, here is the next children story.. Don't forget to read Basmallah and enjoy reading! :)
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I thought, My Mom was not cool at all! Since my age about 7 years old, she gave me many rules. All of the rules startMbak Roshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631284454130694904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153238272186483290.post-26587697975164936692012-03-30T09:53:00.002+07:002014-03-03T23:06:14.401+07:00Crying Plate
I am a plate. My color is white. I was made by plastic. Several months ago, a woman got me dumped in the dumpster in a market. She separated me from other trashes and thought that I still could be used. Immediately I was washed and placed in a dish rack as soon as she arrived at home. Her kitchen was quite cramped and smoke smelled.
One day, she was cooking rice with firewood stoveMbak Roshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631284454130694904noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153238272186483290.post-37457168193019186432012-03-17T13:25:00.002+07:002014-03-03T23:06:14.406+07:00Bird's Eye View
One day, I saw a bird on a sidewalk. The bird was greenish yellow. I stepped closer slowly and tried to catch it. Suddenly the bird spoke to me! "Hello little boy, do you want to fly with me?"
"what, you just talked to me? yes, I want to fly! but how?" I was really surprised.
"hold this rope, I will lift you up", said the bird.
I held the rope, then amazingly I found my feet off the ground and Mbak Roshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631284454130694904noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153238272186483290.post-16688332858865700562012-03-11T07:47:00.002+07:002014-03-03T23:06:14.397+07:00Apple Baby
Saturday morning, my mother got a phone call from Uncle Ahmad. He said that her wife has just gave birth their first baby. My mother was so happy to hear that. She said she will visit them as soon as possible.
Yesterday, my mother asked me to go with her to the hospital. We were going to visit the new little baby of Uncle Ahmad and Aunt Gina. We went to the baby shop for a while, to bought a Mbak Roshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12631284454130694904noreply@blogger.com0