Anak Ku , Bidadariku
By Kahlil Gibran
On Children
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of
Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you
with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Tulisan Pak Khalil Gibran itu, menyentuh banget. Dan aku harus mengerti kalau anak-ku, bidadariku, tetaplah milik dirinya sendiri. Ayah dan bunda hanya dapat mengarahakan dan mengusahakan semua yang terbaik untuk diri mu. Tantangan ayah dan bunda di dunia ini agar bisa mendidikmu untuk selalu ingat agama-mu, menjadikan kamu orang yang berguna untuk agama, bangsa, dan orang-orang sekelilingmu. Kebahagian ayah dan bunda saat nanti kami, orang tua-mu dapat melihat kamu selalu ingat akan AGAMA-mu, dan peduli dengan orang-orang disekitarmu.
On Children
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of
Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you
with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Tulisan Pak Khalil Gibran itu, menyentuh banget. Dan aku harus mengerti kalau anak-ku, bidadariku, tetaplah milik dirinya sendiri. Ayah dan bunda hanya dapat mengarahakan dan mengusahakan semua yang terbaik untuk diri mu. Tantangan ayah dan bunda di dunia ini agar bisa mendidikmu untuk selalu ingat agama-mu, menjadikan kamu orang yang berguna untuk agama, bangsa, dan orang-orang sekelilingmu. Kebahagian ayah dan bunda saat nanti kami, orang tua-mu dapat melihat kamu selalu ingat akan AGAMA-mu, dan peduli dengan orang-orang disekitarmu.
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