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the origins of the town of Banyuwangi

In ancient times the area of ​​the eastern tip of East Java Province, there is a large kingdom ruled by a just and wise king. The king had a son named Raden Banterang handsome. Raden Banterang is hunting craze. "This morning I'm going hunting in the woods. Prepare a hunting tool, "said Raden Banterang to his servants. After hunting equipment ready, Raden Banterang with several companions went to the woods. When Raden Banterang walking alone, he saw a deer crossed in front of him. He was soon chasing the deer to go deep into the forest. He separated from his entourage.

"Where a deer that?" Said Raden Banterang, when it lost track of his quarry. "I'll keep looking until you can," his determination. Raden Banterang through the bush and forest trees. However, the game was not found. He arrived in a very clear river water. "Hem, fresh river water nian," Raden Banterang drinking river water, to feel lost thirst. After that, he left the river. But only a few steps to walk, suddenly struck the arrival of a beautiful girl.

"Ha! A beautiful girl? Is it a man? It could be gatekeepers forest devil, "muttered Raden Banterang wonder. Raden Banterang ventured close to the pretty girl. "You're a human or a forest watchman?" Said Raden Banterang. "I'm human," she replied with a smile. Raden Banterang even introduce himself. Welcomed the beautiful girl. "My name comes from the kingdom of Klungkung Surati". "I was in this place due to escape from enemy attack. My father had died in defending the royal crown, "he explained. Hearing her words, Raden Banterang absurdly surprised. Seeing the suffering of the King of Klungkung's daughter, Raden Banterang immediate help and took her back to the palace. Soon they were married to build a happy family.

One day, the daughter of the King of Klungkung walked alone out of the palace. "Surati! Surati! ", Calling a man dressed in rags. After watching his face, he realized that that was in front of him is his brother named Rupaksa. Rupaksa purpose of his visit was to invite his brother to take revenge, because Raden Banterang had killed his father. Write to tell me that he would diperistri Raden Banterang for indebted. That way, Surati solicitation will not help his brother. Rupaksa angry at his sister's answer. However, it could provide a memorable form to Surati headband. "This headband should you keep under your bed," Rupaksa message.

Surati meeting with his brother Raden Banterang unknown, because Raden Banterang was hunting in the woods. When Raden Banterang in the middle of the forest, his eyes suddenly startled by the arrival of a man dressed in rags. "Tuangku, Raden Banterang. Jeopardized the safety of Mr planned by the wife of his own master, "the man said. "Sir can see the evidence, to see a headband is placed under a dusk. It's the headband guy who asked for help to kill Sir, "he explained. After saying those words, a man dressed in rags mysteriously disappeared. Raden Banterang troubled to hear reports that the mysterious man. He was soon back to the palace. After arriving at the palace, Prince Banterang peraaduan go directly to his wife. Looking for a headband that has been told by a man dressed in rags that have been encountered in the forest. "Ha! True said the man! This headband as proof! You want to kill me with a plan for help to the owners of this headband! "Accused Raden Banterang to his wife. "Is that how you repay me?" Said Raden Banterang. "Do not just accused. Adina did not intend to kill Kakanda, let alone ask for help to a man! "Said Surati. However Raden Banterang remain at its founding, the wife who had helped it would endanger his life. Well, before his life is threatened, Raden Banterang first want to harm his wife.

Raden Banterang intending to drown her in a river. After arriving at the river, Raden Banterang told about the meeting with a man in rags when hunting in the woods. The wife was told about the meeting with a man dressed in rags as her husband explained. "The man is the biological sister Adina. She gave me a headband to Adina, "Surati explain again, that his heart melted Banterang Raden. However, Raden Banterang continue to believe that she would harm herself. "Kakanda my husband! Open your heart and feelings Kakanda! Adina Kakanda willing to die for the sake of safety. But to give an opportunity to tell about meeting Adina Adina Adina biological sister named Rupaksa, "said Surati warned.

"Brother will kill kakanda Adindalah! Adina demand help, but Adina tolah ". Hearing this, the liquid heart Raden Banterang not even think his wife was lying .. "Kakanda! If the river water becomes clear and fragrant, meaning Adina innocent! But, if it is cloudy and smells rotten, mean Adina guilty, "cried Surati. Raden Banterang assume that her remarks absurd. So, Raden Banterang immediately drew his dagger tucked in his waistband. Alongside that, Surati jump into the middle of the river and disappeared.

Not long ago, there was a miracle. Nan fragrant smell spread around the river. Seeing the incident, Raden Banterang exclaimed in a trembling voice. "My wife is innocent! Fragrant water this time! "What a sorry Raden Banterang. He lamented the death of his wife, and regretted his folly. But it was too late.

Since then, the river becomes fragrant. In the Java language called Banyuwangi. Banyu means water that is sweet and fragrant. Banyuwangi name later became the name of the town of Banyuwangi.

Source: e-smartschool.com taken from Elexmedia
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Stories of education

A collection of short stories this education will always be my update in accordance with keperluanya, so! for those of you loyal readers not to worry burahol.com sites will not be satisfied to come and read this article cepren education. OK, just this is it!

* Being a Leader Without Being a Leader

The ship sailed mortal life, save a million colors, presenting a variety of sound, bringing a variety of problematic, canvases depict sketches, photographing different cultures.

Parmin walking through the halls, shaking the leaves on the roadside. Trail ends at the end of the road, he began to pass through the rice field. Newly planted rice, waving in the breeze, softly waved at everyone who passes by. He jumped the little time at the edge of rice fields, crossing the river with a bridge of wood, each stepping foot swing bridge, evoking a sense of worry. Steady footsteps, nothing can stop. Goes on in between the trees that lined teak, trees began to collapse, eaten by human greed. As far as the eye could see, only one of two teak trees within sight of each other apart, maybe in the near future will be depleted.

Stepped foot passing through the houses are too far from each other. Living in remote villages, far from the hustle and bustle. Nearly four-kilometer walk. Do not feel tired body, do not feel fatigue coming, do not feel the fatigue, that there is a responsibility of the chest to educate future generations in the village, a generation who knows the changing nation.

Staring eyes, the distance that can be reached through the senses. From a distance, Madrasah building and Tsanawiyah Diniyah boarding school run by Al-Ihsan began to appear. Five-kilometer journey had no meaning, when present in front of goal. Every day he walked a distance of five kilometers, in order to teach the children in his village.

Parmin trying to come first to the Madrasah, though usually preceded the management schools. Displayed clearly in his eyes, the teacher should be a role model for students, including coming first. Students in the village are not eager to learn. They sometimes go, sometimes not. Class size in normal conditions about 15-18 people, one class often contains only 10 people, it was mostly living in boarding schools. He never investigated it; anyone help parents in the fields, there are mothers who come shopping to the market within twenty miles, there is help his father fishing in the river, there are indeed lazy, without any serious attention from their parents.

This did not discourage Parmin steps to keep teaching at Madrasah, the honor of teaching which is not much in number, not even enough to meet the needs of everyday life. He was excited to see the material taught is not obtained, but the dedication of life in children in his village, so they can become educated children who do not like their parents. He believes that education is an appropriate means to help a person can navigate life, forming a noble character, to improve their circumstances in the future, so that the act not just by feel, also with the thought.

Teachers in Madrasah of nine people, each teacher taught a variety of materials with different classes. The spirit of teaching and his colleagues did not like him. So sometimes he teaches two to three different classes at the same time. This is what forced him to be more diligent in teaching, if not, a lot of empty class without teaching. Something that would endanger the survival Madarasah, and endanger the overall education of students. This makes the manager put him as a teacher of exemplary schools. Actually, he often lived in boarding schools offered to guarantee the necessities of life, he is not willing, because it has different responsibilities in mushallah home.

Imagination fly freely in the air, flapping their wings cleave the clouds, the earth around freely, making Parmin oblivious to the students at Madrasah. Means that the lessons will start simultaneously with the bell tolling. He stepped into the classroom IV Diniyah in the middle.
"Assalamu, boys!"
"Wa'alaikum greetings, Ustadz!"

Parmin appeared at the door, shaking hands greeted his students one by one, there are 11 people in attendance. Shaking hands with the student teacher, became a symbol of the strong bond between them. Ties that made him feel at home, teaching in a variety of conditions.
"For the moral lesson this time, we will membelajari how to respect older people. Child-anaaak ready? "
"Siaaap, Ustadz!"
"Tell ye, and Sulis Sutarji come forward! 'Two students came forward.
"The others look to the future! If my parents both of you, what do after school? "

"Jump into the kitchen, dining, Ustadz!" Said one of his pupils
"Huuuh! Eating alone is left in the care, your stomach later exploded, "said the other.
"Ha ha ha!" They laugh, he just smiled.
"Look again! Sulis and Sutarji try standing near the door! Once home from school greet parents in the house! Try to say hello. "

"Assalamu!"
"After that look for your parents, shake his hand. If I were your parents, try to shake my hand! "Sutarji Sulis and shook his hand. "That's how deferential to parents after school. Children understand? "
"Mengertiii!"
"You two sit back!"
"Assalamu!" The sound of someone from outside the classroom.
"Wa'alaikum greetings. Please come in! "
"Ustadz! class III Tsanawiyah no teacher, "said a student upon entering the classroom.

"Wait a minute, I'll be there!"
"Good, Ustadz!" The student returned to class.
"Children, how do I write now try to respect their parents after school. Later I value. "
Parmin III headed junior secondary classrooms, happened to the material being taught Indonesian language, he teaches poetry. He noted the work of his own poetry, which is recorded in the diary on the board.

I do not I
I'm the real face of freedom
Wills like froth on the ocean
Thinking through space life time
Playing in the vortex
Acting outside the specified rail
I water
Worldwide life-giving feast
Satisfy the human thirst
Greening the earth
I flushed the wind blows
Stroking human misery
Exhaled breaths of happy
Remove sorrow lara
I'm trying to perfect the human
Express themselves in various colors
Set the contents of the cranium
Incarnates himself ruler
Turning on the conscience
Initiative gave birth to babies
Improve facial wrinkles world

"Children, wrote this poem! After the reading exercise, then will I ordered one by one to read next. "

Parmin stepped outside, pursue studies in class IV Diniyah morals. Tasks are not incidental, lived all my heart, soul absorbed, carried out without complaint.
At 13.00 Parmin went home, got home two hours later. Then perform the 'Asr prayer and go to the fields, watering the cucumbers are almost harvested, clean grass and goat menyabitnya for food at home. New home before sunset.

Parmin bathing, preparing to teach the Koran. He taught the children at the mosque not far from his home until Isha '. Finished evening prayers' to give recitals at the village about an hour. New dinner and to rest himself, accompanied by his wife of understanding, willing to live together in all circumstances, accept what is where my husband. Wake up early morning, preparing to teach at the Madrasah back.

That's every day routine activities. Not ejected from the mouth of complaints, especially useless lamentation, which brings sadness and demoralizing in the chest. For him life is a reality that must be endured, either bitter or sweet. Any color will save lives that are present on the deeper meaning for themselves. Bitter or sweet depending on how one views life, sometimes bitter into something sweet when viewed correctly, and so bitter sweet if it is deemed wrong.

One day, his body heat, almost discouraged to go teach. Shadow of the abandoned children, forced leave teaching, although his wife is prohibited.
Mild disease is not a barrier to a service. Departure to Madarasah, an inner victory over indulgence of the body outward, which demands are served by rest. It is precisely the set of teaching, to not feel the body heat. Arriving at the Madrasah, he felt healthy again.

"Ustadz! Why does stand a very solid lead this activity? "Said one resident.

"Living a full schedule of activities, not seen at home or not, happy or not. How the activity undertaken is more important. When the time surrounding the life of every day, successfully conquered by a variety of activities, we utilize the full potential that God bestowed on us. Grace of mind, heart, imagination, a healthy body, should be used to produce something that is meaningful to life. "
"Employee does not fit in with the results obtained."

"If life is seen from the results, this world will end. Because the results are not all the time along with the process, when not balanced we will feel disappointed, frustrated, stressed, and dizziness. Then perform an optimal process, should not expect optimal results as well. Believe me! With the optimal process, we will reach the meaning of life. Meaning of life which will lead to wisdom, the highest good, perfect happiness. So we could catch fish in murky water without a ripple. "
"What does that have reached the stage?"

"Not yet. I believe it will get there one day. The time it will record what we have done in the world, a place of rest for a moment that at times can ditingkalkan. "
"Ustadz is a real character, who dreamed of attendance by the entire people of Indonesia. Does the exact figure to be without the cast of characters, which are able to mobilize all its potential for the welfare and prosperity of the people. Without seeing the rewards are obtained, regardless of the results obtained, with no strings attached. Should Amien Rais, Aa Gym, Ary Ginanajar, Arifin Ilham, Gus Dur, Megawati, Soetanto and Bambang Yudhoyono, are currently studying at. Presence does more meaningful for the people of the character itself. "

"Do not joke!" Parmin a genuine smile. Smile that signals that do not float cradle compliment. Praise is a poison that can kill. He was careful of the poison, so do not ever care.

Parmin there because they want to be. He incarnated in reality as being capable of controlling the momentary desires of the body, controlling the desire of desire, the heart guides the service, encouraging the mind to digest life, turn on the imagination in order to reach the hidden meaning of life is always a mystery, utilizing the mind to be useful to others.

Mystery of life will be revealed if the mind is not only controlling the mind, heart, liver control, body control the body, controlling imagination imagination. Summarizes all the potential in an act of life, which will guide the unfolding of the mystery of human life.
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stories of friendship

Friendship stories - For those of you who really likes to read short stories friendship, these stories make my friendship with junior high school background. The following short story is the latest update that I made specifically for you-you all. he's just this short story entitled friendship between love and friendship.
* Between love and friendship
In the morning when I woke up suddenly someone called my name. I looked out. Ivan was waiting outside my grandfather's house he asked me to play basketball.
"Let's play basketba
ll on the field." She said to me."Now," I asked with a little sleepy."Tomorrow! Yes, now! "She said with annoyance."Let me wash my face first. Wait for it! ""Yeah, but a quick yes" he pleaded.
After I wash my face, we went into the field not too far from my grandfather's house."Cold Well yes." I said to my friend."Just like you lousy cold." He said.
After arriving at the field was already crowded.
"Bustling lazy to go home if ya busy." Take me to him."Ah! Lazy essentially invites you home! "," We just play with people here. "Paksanya."Males ah! Ye there I wait here and I catch up. "I said lazily. "Whatever you aja deh." He replied as he ran towards the people who were playing basketball.
"Ano," someone shouted my name. I immediately find out who called. Suddenly a girl with a sweet smile. Looks like I know him. After he got closer I just remembered.
"Bella?" Wondered in amazement. Bella is one primary school friends with me first, we have not seen each other since we graduated three years ago.Not only that Bella was also moved to London to join her parents who worked there.
"Hi I do not remember," he asked me."Bella are you?" I asked him."Yupz!" She smiled at me.
After we talked about I was called Ivan.
"Van! Here "I called on Ivan who was playing basketball."What else?" He asked me to be lazy."There is a coming" I replied."Who?" He asked again,"Bella," I answered with a shout because the field is very noisy."Who? Kedengeran not ". "Here you had definitely happy".
Ivan finally came over to me and he looked at the Bella.Dengan surprised us. When he arrived he was surprised to see that Bella suddenly greeted him.
"Bela," he asked a little surprised to see Bella is little changed."Why why tumben to Yogyakarta? I miss ya at? "Said Ivan on Bela."Ye GR! He tu come here want to see me "
Bela replied, looking at the face that was different from three years ago."I did not come here want jenguk my grandmother." He said."Well we do not miss dong the same." Asked Ivan a little weak."Yes, miss you guys dong my best friend." He replied with a sweet smile.
Bella finally did take our grandmother's house. We both immediately agreed with the call Bela. When we got home there was Bela son who was aged about 4 years.
"Bell, this is who?" I asked him."You forget it's ya Dafa! My sister. "He said."Oh yes I forgot! Now, already a big yes. "."Basic senile!" Ivan sneered at me."Just you remember that?" I asked Ivan."No hell!" She said embarrassed."Ye just wrote". "Biarin aja"."I can already do on the noise-on." Bella out of the house with her drink."Hey you guys this afternoon going to the mall nganterin I not?" He asked us both. "If I'm certainly willing dong! If Ivan knew, "I answered without thinking."Ye that would make Bella wrote directly, but if I take really hard." Ivan sneered at me.
"Bell really sorry, I can not I have exercise-band jamming." He said to Bella."Oh, so yes! Yes, you've no later kerumahku 4 pm yes! "Said Bella to me."Ok," I answered quickly.
When I'm waiting already come, after grooming and let me make Bella seem parents goodbye to people I immediately went to my grandmother Bella. Bella got home I knocked on the door and say hello to Bella's mother came out and to allow me to enter.
"Eh ano go here first! New Bellanya get ready. "He said kindly."Yeah auntie!" I said, come into the house.
Maternal aunt Bella was alredy know me because i used to play Bella's home.
"Ano Bella is already coming" to the Bella Vivi call auntie."Yes ma soon" Bella yelled from his room.
After you finish getting ready Bella out of the room, I was amazed to see it.
"I can be ready to let go!" She said to me.
After saying goodbye to me and Bella go immediately left. From my view was never out of Bella.
"Ano why? How I kept from last ngeliatin nothing strange, "he asked me. "Uh okay!" I was shocked.
We had arrived at their destination. We went upstairs to find the items needed Bella. When finished searching for items needed for Bella we memtuskan immediately return home.Bella got home I was told to stop by the aunt Vivi.
"Let's definitely tired Ano stopped you?" My aunt Vivi me."Yes, auntie." Replied the aunt Vivi.
After a time I think it's the night I asked permission to go home. Until I went straight home to the room to change clothes. After I get dressed I had dinner.
"Where was the same Bella?" My mother said to me."From the streets!" I replied as he continued eating.
Finished eating I went straight to sleep. But I kept thinking about Bella. I like deh same rich Bella.
"No! I still can not grade 3 school, I still have to learn. "I whispered to myself.
One week passed, I still kepikiran Bella continued. Finally in the afternoon Bella should go back to London again. I came home and Ivan Bella. Bella's family finally ready to depart. At that moment I said I liked Bella.
"Bella I love you! You do not want you to be my boyfriend "I said nervously."Sorry I can not ano we were kids!" He replied to me."We had better friendships wrote it used to be rich!"I gave him a keepsake gift her a necklace.
And finally Bella and her family left for London. Although a little disappointed that I still feel lucky to have friends like Bella. I hope our friendship continues to run until later .. ^ _ ^
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