Human is mysterious. Human has two sides of belonging, internal side, which refers to human’s feeling, heart, thought, and everything which is inside of human. The second one is external side, which refers to the human’s appearance, manner, behavior, the ability in the social interaction, and everything that can be seen from the human itself. These two sides are mysterious. We can not know how human is absolutely like. The phenomenon, which often happens is human can do kindly in front of our eyes, however they have exactly different meaning in their heart. For instant, robbers do kindly to their victim and after that they steal their victim’s stuff. See what I mean? Sometime when people do kindly to us, we can’t directly judge them that they are kind. No one knows after they are kind to us, they kill us then. We must be careful to assess how people are like, even when they are in the first place do annoying thing we are not supposed to judge them directly that they are bad. That’s human, full of mystery. We must be careful interacting with people, moreover to those we never know before.
In the second session of Humanistic Studies, we were asked to assess and analyse someone’s characteristics through their names. It happened there. We were trying to define our classmate’s names based on various aspects, backgrounds, and points of view. Some of us analysed those names from religion side, like those who had name “Muhammad, Ahmad, Christian, Marry”, and so on. Those names refer to the religion identity. Some of us also tried to analyze the names from the time when they were born. For instant, for those who were born in october their names would be okta or who were born in April then their name become April. There was also who was born in the Lebaran day, then her name become Fitri (ofcourse woman). Then we tried to see something hidden behind those names. The names which were given to us by our parents ofcourse had purposes, and hopes. Then we tried to prove either the names given to us were the same to the purposes of our parents.
My name is Muhammad Iqbal Maulana, people always call me Iqbal, no other nick names for sure. Even if this name spreads up in each part of the world (many people have this name), I am very proud of having this name. My parents gave this name with aim that I would become Muhammad follower who is closer to my God and being respected by many people (translation of M.Iqbal Maulana, my name). I have no regret with my name, thanks my mom and dad.
I am a very hard person. I almost lose my smoothness. I was educated to be hardworker with no word “give up” by my parent. No word “spoiled” for me. Only challenges, violence, and risks which come to me. I never give up to reach all my dreams and I will not make other people difficult just because of me, even my parents. All my school aids are completed by me since I was in Senior High School till now. I study and work to survive. I like becoming independent, then no one will limit me to do everything I like, and to increase my career.
With Basmalah, I symbolyze myself with
M. Iqbal Maulana
English Language Teacher Candidate
2010120050Sampoerna School of Education
English Teacher at Mabes Polisi Militer Jakarta
