Habibi Quotes

Habibi. Hayati. Roohi. My love, my life, my soul, the words meant, but their meanings went deeper than that. Habibi was for friends and love that was real enough. Hayati was when love became an all-encompassing thing. Deeper and deeper, until one became the others life. Roohi was when a soul twined with its match and loved with the force of a thousand suns. When it slipped beneath the heart and tangled in the very fibres of an existence.

Waktu itu, kami tidak punya banyak, tetapi kami memiliki masing-masing (Ainun Habibie

You're more than a story.

Politik adalah penting tetapi yang lebih penting adalah manusia yang memiliki wawasan teknis dalam bidangnya masing-masing untuk membangun karya-karya nyata.

Habibi was for friends and love that was real enough. Hayati was when love became an all-encompassing thing. Deeper and deeper, until one became the other’s life. Roohi was when a soul twined with its match and loved with the force of a thousand suns. When it slipped beneath the heart and tangled in the very fibers of an existence.

Mengapa saya tidak bekerja? Bukankah saya dokter? Memang. Dan sangat mungkin bagi saya untuk bekerja pada waktu itu. Namun, saya pikir buat apa uang tambahan dan kepuasan batin yang barangkali cukup banyak itu jika akhirnya diberikan pada seorang perawat pengasuh anak bergaji tinggi dengan risiko kami sendiri kehilangan kedekatan pada anak sendiri? Apa artinya tambahan uang dan kepuasan profesional jika akhirnya anak saya tidak dapat saya timang dan saya bentuk sendiri pribadinya? Anak saya akan tidak mempunyai ibu. Seimbangkah anak kehilangan ibu bapak? Seimbangkah orangtua kehilangan anak dengan uang dan kepuasan pribadi tambahan karena bekerja? Itulah sebabnya saya memutuskan menerima hidup pas-pasan. Tiga setengah tahun kami bertiga hidup begitu. (Ainun Habibie, Tahun-tahun Pertama)

The Sufi saint Rabi'a Al-Adawiyya was seen carrying a firebrand and a jug of water - the firebrand to burn Paradise, the jug of water to drown Hell... So that both veils disappear, and God's followers worship, not out of hope for reward, nor fear of punishment, but out of love.

Kami berdua suami istri dapat menghayati pikiran dan perasaan masing-masing tanpa bicara. Malah antara kami berdua terbentuk komunikasi tanpa bicara, semacam telepati. Tanpa diberi tahu sebelumnya, sering kali karena tidak sempat, kami masing-masing dengan sendirinya melakukan tepat sesuatu yang diinginkan yang lainnya. Saya membuat masakan yang persis suami saya butuhkan tetapi saya lupa untuk menitipkan padanya sewaktu berangkat pagi. Hidup berat, tetapi manis. (Ainun Habibie, Tahun-tahun Pertama)

But what about the secret I bear?" I asked. "Tell it to the world," he advised. And that is what I am doing.

Sebagai perempuan Indonesia yang lama tinggal di Jerman, mendiang Ibu Ainun merupakan inspirasi bagi saya, juga bagi banyak perempuan Indonesia di Eropa. Penampilannya sederhana namun sempurna. Mengurus rumah tangga sendiri, masak sendiri, mendorong suami berkarier, bahkan kadang menyopiri ke kantor, mengantar anak-anak sekolah, merawat ketika sakit, membesarkan mereka hingga mengantarkan mereka menjadi orang-orang sukses.

They say a man's inspiration is visual, but for a woman, it's the narrative. Abandon both the narrative and the visual. Close your eyes, measure your breath. Dead weight is sloughed off, dust swept away, forms dissolve into one atmosphere. The rib cage opens, the lungs fill, the breast rises. Waves sweep up the body on their swell, rocking it rhythmically. Feet planted, the back arches, the pelvis reaches forward. Oxygen kindles a flame, sprawling through the belly, and gathering in a warm blaze. The hand reaches to meet the sensation. Calligraphy spills from the inkwell. Open your eyes, sharpen your focus, and exclaim: There are no separations.

Conquerors, my son, consider as true history only what they have themselves fabricated.

Waktu itu, saya kelas tiga SMA dan Ainun masih kelas dua SMA. Aiunun duduk-duduk bersama "gengnya" yang cantik-cantik. Entah bagaimana, saya tiba-tiba mendatangi "geng" itu, lalu berkata kepada Ainun, "Hey, kamu itu kenapa jelek ya? Hitam lagi." Lalu, saya pergi. Pasti Ainun saat itu jengkel sekali. Kenapa? Mungkin ia berpikir saya kurang ajar. Padahal mungkin secara tidak sadar, saya tertarik kepada Ainun, tetapi saya mengekspresikannya dengan cara lain karena saya tidak terlalu berani mengatakan kalau saya suka dia.

So I knew then that she loved me; and I therefore loved her. I have always known that I will inevitably fall in love with any woman who loves me.

I am from Lebanon, from Beirut and Saida I am from the ground underneath my home I am from the trees, the cedar tree I come from Tabouleh and brown eyes, from Karim... Kassar and Kassem I come from happiness and culture From "Habibi" and "Hayete" I am from all religions I am from the room beneath the stars.

If you could be anyone, would you choose to be yourself?

And there you have it, Your Highness. Turning a jug of water into gold.

Based on the experience of history and civilization of mankind, which is more important for Muslims today, to no longer busy discussing the greatness that Muslims achieved in the past, or debating who first discovered the number zero, including the number one, two, three and so on, as the contribution of Muslims in the writing of numbers in this modern era and the foundation and development of civilizations throughout the world. But how Muslims will regained the lead and control of science and technology, leading back and become a leader in the world of science and civilization, because it represents a real achievement.

When the well runs dry, the nomad migrates. But if the barren landscape is within, where can one turn?

This is the way you always are. When you can bear the misery of your reality no longer but will not pay the price necessary to change it, only then you come to me.

Fearful of loss, some people build a wall around their beloveds, thinking it will keep them close. Keep you safe. Insecurity smothers, habibi. Be wary of walls. They won’t change when you all do, and then what will you do?

This is a stupid choice,'' Haider cries. ''You can't do this, habibi. Don't be an idiot.'' But Warner doesn't seem to hear anyone anymore. He stares only at Anderson, who seems genuinely distraught. ''I will stop fighting you,'' Warner says. ''I will do exactly as you ask. Whatever you want. Just let her live.

The seas are wide and flow together. They have no borders and have room enough for all fish.

We didn't want to waste this second chance-- to continue a thread that'd been lost-- to finish a sentence.

All our roots go deep down, even if they’re tangled

In the so-called age of ignorance before Islam, our ancestors used to form their gods from dates and eat them when in need. Who is more ignorant then, dear sir, I or those who ate their gods? You might say: “It is better for people to eat their gods than for the gods to eat them.” But I’d respond: “Yes, but their gods were made of dates.” --The Secret Life of Saeed, the Pessoptimist

Antakya’da Hazreti Allah’a ilk iman ederek, Hazreti isa’nın elçilerini koruyan bu zât, ibni Abbas’tan rivayet olunduğuna göre, Habibi Neccar Hazretleri’dir. Gönderilen elçilere iman ettiği için kavmi tarafından elçilerle beraber, o da şehit edilmiştir. Bu büyük zâta hürmet için, Anadolu’da ilk inşa edilen bu mimari esere Habibi Neccar Hazretleri’nin ismi verilmiştir.

Yalnız şunu unutmayın ki şehirler de insanlar gibidir. Öyleyse sadece taştan ve ahşaptan yahut sokaktan ve abideden müteşekkil değiller. Onların da yüreği, beyni, midesi, ciğerleri var. Onlar da yaralanır ve kanar. Yapılan her gayrimeşru bina İstanbul'un kalbine çakılmış bir çividir. Her yangın ciğerlerine is doldurur. Bir şehre, tıpkı bir masuma merhamet ettiğiniz gibi acıyabilmeniz lazım. Yoksa dengeli kararlar alamayız. Herkes her yere inşaat kondurmak isteyebilir ama bu İstanbul'u üzer, incitir, bitirir. Buna hakkımız var mı? Şehirlerin dertlerini anlatmaya dilleri yok. Seslerini biz duymazsak kimse duymaz. Allah muvazenenizi daim kılsın. Naçiz Saray Mimarlarının Başı, Marangozlar Piri Habib-i Neccar'ın çırağı Fakir Sinan - Ustam ve Ben

Habibi

Mengapa kamu begitu hitam dan gemuk?

Because the comic hero deviates, by the nature of his role, from social norms, he leads an alienated existence: he is slapped, reviled, insulted, treated as an outcast, disinherited. Yet he bears everything with the rigid patience of the wise Fool, whose foolery is in his passport to safety. (In his introduction to Habiby's Secret Life of Saeed the Pessoptimist)

Because the comic hero deviates, by the nature of his role, from social norms, he leads an alienated existence: he is slapped, reviled, insulted, treated as an outcast, disinherited. Yet he bears everything with the rigid patience of the wise Fool, whose foolery is in his passport to safety. (In her introduction to Habiby's Secret Life of Saeed the Pessoptimist)

Habiby has been able to see man in unheroic positions. If the core of the tragic world is a moral order corrupted by evil, then the world depicted in this novel is a closed one where two evils have met and where heroism has been born out of the havoc that resulted from their meeting (In her introduction to Habiby's Secret Life of Saeed the Pessoptimist)

The moon is closer to us now than are the fig trees of our departed village. you accept all these wonders - why not mine too?

We're used to the wonders of today. Why, if our forebears were to arise and hear the radio, see television, and witness a jumbo jet landing at an airport, spitting and roaring in the pitch-black night, they would think us polytheists for sure.

When I asked my extra-terrestrial friend why he took me in, he merely replied, "What alternative did you have?

The rest - yes, that's me! The papers haven't ignored ne. How can you claim not to have heard of me? I truly am remarkable. For no paper with wide coverage, having sources, resources, advertisements, celebrity writers, and a reputation can ignore me. Those like me are everywhere - towns, villages, bars, everywhere. I am "the rest". I am remarkable indeed!

My first ancestor, Abjar son of Abjar, mounted on his horse outside the city walls, had stared back at the tongues and shouted, "After me, the deluge!

I don't differentiate between optimism and pessimism and am at quite a loss as to which of the two characterises me. When I awake each morning I thank the lord he did not take my soul during the night. If harm befalls me during the night, I thank him that it was no worse. So which am I, a pessimist or an optimist?

Well, the British do have the right to boast about their history, you know, especially about that great king of theirs, Ricahrd the Lionhearted. But even without our teaching you all this, they were participating in the process of rendering our country holy by spilling our blood. Conquerors, my son, consider as true history only what they have themselves fabricated.

Yes, ever since that time I began looking upward and awaiting their arrival. Either they will transform my monotonous and boring life completely, or they can take me away with them. Is there an alternative?

His eyes I saw too. Large and profound, they seemed to increase in depth as the dark fell on them, then to resurface as the lighthouse beam caught them again, as if symbolising in rapid sequence the constant recurrence of night and day.

Finally the true dawn emerged, splitting open the womb of the earth, and I found myself in the courtyard of the mosque, yawning and stretching my limbs

True power is expressed in quiet confidence; it was the sea's very calmness that epitomised its mighty force.

Candide was an optimist, but you're a pessoptimist." "That fact," I repsonded, "Is a virtue that, above all others, distinguishes my people." "But you," he criticized again, "seem to be imitating Candide." "Don't blame me for that. Blame our way of life that hasn't changed since Voltaire's day, except that El Dorado has now come to exist on this planet.

How I yeran for those days! For now not only the village of Tanturah but also its girl are gone. And the people of Jisr al-Zarqa have changed as well. They put their clothes back on, left the sea, and joined their neighbours who work the land, the people of Fraydis. Now none of them go down to the river or stand where it joins the sea, except for children playing truant and old men trying to escape the burdens of their age. And had it not been for the Nature Conservation Committee and the laudable campaign it conducted which succeeded in preventing the authorities from building an electric power station at the mouth of the river, my name, Saeed, would not remain carved on that limestone rock where Tanturiyya used to rest while we wove our glances the fabric of our future.

But Saeed, Saeed, the children are our only hope!

How long must we wait for the lilies to bud?

The ultimate tale - of the fish that understands all languages: "the seas are wide and flow together. They have no borders and have room enough for all fish.

My ancestors kept on breaking their necks searching the ground at their feet for buried treasure, and I too had found what I had sought for so long by gazing above my head and discovering my brothers from outer space who had restored my calm. Why should I be expected, alone among all my fathers and grandfathers, as I sat there on that stake, to submit my fate to the laws of nature and the rules of logic?

While I was sat there being my usual pessoptimistic self, he was ecstatic: "Verdant fields! Green on your right and on your left; green everywhere! We have given life to what was dead. This is why we have named the borders of former Israel the Green Belt. For beyond them lie barren mountains and desert reaches, a wilderness calling out to us, "'Come you tractors of civilisation

He made me understand that there could be no release from their service until the day I died. He explained, "Your father gave it to you as his inheritance, and you will pass it onto your children. They will curse you, but our long arm will reach them nevertheless, generation after generation.

My pure-white past did not so much atone for me as rather blacken my present all the more

Jacob, my old friend came first. he was sad. I shouted down to him, "The stake, old friend of a lifetime, do something!" "But we all sit on one", was his reply. "I don't see you on one," I objected. "And we see nobody else's either. Each of us is alone, on his own stake. This is the stake we share.

Sebagai pejuang kita rela berkorban asal saja semua jelas dan transparan.

Mereka memiliki jiwa nasionalisme yang tinggi. Mereka siap menghadapi segala permasalahan. Mereka pulang untuk memulai segalanya dari permulaan.

It seems my calling is to destroy rather than create. To finish removing my body. To erase my presence from this world.

Let me atone for all the sins of men. Let me release the deluge pent up in me. Let me die.

Kami berkeyakinan bahwa untuk cinta yang murni, suci, sejati, sempurna dan abadi kami, Allah SWT selalu akan mendampingi kami dalam perjalanan membangun keluarga sakinah.

Ainun tidak pernah mengeluh dan melaksanakan tugasnya dengan kesabarab sebaik mungkin.

Memang pekerjaan seseorang itu sangat memengaruhi perilakunya.

Akumulasi pengalaman dan bakat Ainun yang diterapkan dengan keyakinan atas interpetasi ajaran agama seperti tertulis dalam Alquran.

Hidup dan perilkau Habibie dan Ainun selalu mencerminkan keseimbnagan antara Iptek dan Imtak. Tiap hari shalat 5 kali, berpuasa bersama Ainun tiap hari Senin dan Kamis.

Manusia sepanjang masa tidak boleh berhenti untuk meningkatkan Imtak yang harus seimbang Iptek.

Dibalik sukses seorang tokoh tersembunyi peran dua perempuan yang amat menentukan yaitu ibu dan isteri.

Demikian sifat Ainun yang sangat religius selalu bersama saya puasa tiap hari Senin dan Kamis dan tiap hari membaca satu juz kitab suci Alquran.

Mengenal Ainun yang sangat religius dan tiap hari membaca ayat-ayat suci Alquran, saya yakin bibirnya bergetar karena memanjatkan doa ketika mendengar ucapan saya itu.

Sambil menunggu saya bekerja, di ruangan lain, seperti biasa, saya mendengar suara Ainun tidak henti-hentinya mengalunkan bacaan ayat suci Alquran. Karena setiap malam membaca Alquran, maka dalam beberapa hari Ainun bisa khatam.

Bahwa selama saya belajar di luar negeri, tekun berkonsentrasi hanya pada pelajaran, tanpa tergoda untuk memanfaat waktu senggang dan kesempatan berekreasi dan berlibur di musim panas, sebagaimana kehidupan normal anak muda sebaya saya.

Ainun banyak membaca Alquran, buku-buku tentang budaya Islam, dan sering berdiskusi dengan saya.

The minute she heard him, she wished they could talk forever.

- Se calhar agora conseguiste armar o barco, Fadi - dizes tu. - Mas só chega para um. (…) - Só que não percebo - tento. - É simples, habibi - dizes. - Afinal, construíste-me um barco. Afagas-me o cabelo com a mão. - Perdoa-me - digo. - Perdoa-me, perdoa-me. Fecho os olhos e sinto os teus lábios secos na minha cara. Quando os volto a abrir, já desapareceste.

He had booked a suite at his favorite hotel, the One&Only Royal Mirage. As they arrived at the entrance, Amir noticed Tara's eyes swell in awe. The beautiful lobby with marble floors, the attire of the staff and the air of extravagance had his girl in a daze.

With an almost mystical calm, as if she were a deity about to disappear right in front of me, Mama said, ‘You’ve remembered that wrong, habibi. A good deed is worth ten points. A sin is only worth one.’ She stepped into the taxi as though it were a private jet, and just before it drove away, she told me that she loved me. The

Chrismadan (The Sonnet) What happens when two ancient cultures come together! They create a spectacular specimen called dervish advaitin. When mistletoe and menorrah combine, heart shines brighter, Beyond belief 'n disbelief, there's a land most enlightening. Keep your outdated sectarian identities to yourself, I am Jewistian, Hinduslim, or simply Human Universal. Be the next civilized step of humankind's evolution, Not just another savage vessel of mistakes ancestral. Revitalized by Ramadan, humanized by Christmas, Let's celebrate Chrismadan, as well as Hanukkawali. Instead of carrying on as second-hand savages, Habibi come, let us start living with humanity! When all religions combine, a modern human is born. Without integration there is no dawn, just endless mourn.

We have to change, Rafiq.” “Islam is the answer!” “Islam is the problem, habibi.

To be a habibi is to habibi be my habibi and i me and my habibi

Why create man in the first place? Man forsakes his Creator. Man desecrates Creation. Man consumes and excretes. Lusts and rapes. I am all these things. Why give life to a creature so depraved? A creature so incomplete? A creature so alone?

If Paradise lies beneath the feet of the mothers -those tender feet of Dodola- then it's Hell that waits beneath mine.

I've believed women to be pure, and men possessed by evil jinn —Shayateen. But I'm not a man, I bottled the ifrit, cemented a wall. Now the jinn can only strike internally, and the clearest way to exorcise them is to shatter this container.

jika dunia diciptakan dengan kebencian, dapat dipastikan saya tidak akan hidup hingga saat ini

Berbuat baiklah selama masih bisa, karena kita tidak akan pernah tahu kapan kesempatan itu akan hilang.

Jangan menyerah pada keadaan, sebab sesungguhnya kekuatan yang engkau miliki lebih besar dari pada yang engkau pikirkan.

Kegagalan adalah hal yang biasa. Yang tidak biasa adalah tidak berani mencoba.

Jangan pernah berhenti belajar, karena hidup itu ibarat sekolah yang tidak pernah usai.

Yet the moonlight sonatas of the world don't simply discharge our emotions; they elevate them. Also, it's only sad music that elicits exalted states of communion and awe. Music conveying other negative emotions, such as fear and anger, produces no such effect. Even happy music produces fewer psychological rewards than sad music, concluded Sachs, Damasio, and Habibi. Upbeat tunes make us want to dance around our kitchens and invite friends for dinner. But it's sad music that makes us want to touch the sky.