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Maskot Olimpiade 2012 dan Dajjal


Olimpiade London 2012 akan digelar di London, Inggris, Britania Raya pada 27 Juli sampai 12 Agustus 2012. Menurut Wikipedia, London akan menjadi kota pertama yang secara resmi mengadakan Olimpiade modern sebanyak tiga kali. Dua olimpiade sebelumnya telah digelar di London pada 1908 dan 1948.

Setiap pesta olahraga multieven pasti memiliki maskot. Olimpiade London 2012 menampilkan sosok Wenlock dan Mandeville sebagai maskot pesta olahraga terakbar tahun 2012 ini. Wenlock dan Mandeville adalah animasi yang menampilkan dua tetes baja dari industri baja di Bolton.

Wenlock diambil dari nama kota Much Wenlock di Shropshire. Sedangkan Mandeville diambil dari nama Stoke Mandeville, sebuah desa di Buckinghamshire tempat pendahulu Paralimpiade diadakan.

Yang mengejutkan, kedua maskot olimpiade London 2012 itu hanya memiliki satu mata besar. Bukankah itu simbol dajjal? Dalam sebuah hadis Rasulullah SAW bersabda, ”Aku memperingatkan kalian untuk melawannya (Dajjal) dan tidak ada Nabi yang memperingatkan umatnya untuk melawan. Tapi aku akan mengatakan sesuatu yang belum pernah diungkapkan oleh nabi sebelumku. Kalian harus tahu bahwa ia (dajjal) bermata satu…’

Dalam hadis lainnya disebutkan, Diriwayatkan dari Ibnu Umar RA bahwasannya Rasulullah menyebutkan Dajjal di tengah-tengah manusia seraya berkata: ”Sesungguhnya Allah ta’ala tidak Buta. Ketauhilah bahwa al-Masih ad Dajjal buta sebelah kanannya. Seakan-akan sebuah anggur yang busuk.” (HR. Bukhari)

Hampir semua kebudayaan sudah meramalkan kedatangan Dajjal. Simbol mata satu (All-Seeing Eye) alias Dajjal sudah ada sejak ribuan tahun lalu.contohnya Simbol RA yang terdapat dalam artefak Mesir Kuno. Sejak abad pertengahan, mata satu kini terserap dalam simbol-simbol Freemasonry (Perkumpulan Rahasia) yang digunakan dalam ritual mereka. Bahkan, kini simbol mata satu digunakan dalam berbagai hal, termasuk Maskot Olimpiade London ini?

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Short Story: ‘The Last Leaf’ by O. Henry

Short Story: ‘The Last Leaf’ by O. Henry

FAITH LAPIDUS:  Now, the VOA Special English program AMERICAN STORIES.

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Our story today is called “The Last Leaf.” It was written by O. Henry. Here is Barbara Klein with the story.

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BARBARA KLEIN:  Many artists lived in the Greenwich Village area of New York. Two young women named Sue and Johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. Johnsy’s real name was Joanna.

In November, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. This disease, pneumonia, killed many people. Johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. She looked through the small window. She could see the side of the brick house next to her building.

One morning, a doctor examined Johnsy and took her temperature. Then he spoke with Sue in another room.

“She has one chance in — let us say ten,” he said. “And that chance is for her to want to live. Your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?”

“She — she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples in Italy some day,” said Sue.

“Paint?” said the doctor. “Bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice — a man for example?”

“A man?” said Sue. “Is a man worth — but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind.”

“I will do all that science can do,” said the doctor. “But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, I take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines.”

After the doctor had gone, Sue went into the workroom and cried. Then she went to Johnsy’s room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime.

Johnsy lay with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. She began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. Young artists must work their way to “Art” by making pictures for magazine stories. Sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside.

Johnsy’s eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting — counting backward. “Twelve,” she said, and a little later “eleven”; and then “ten” and “nine;” and then “eight” and “seven,” almost together.

Sue looked out the window. What was there to count? There was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. An old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks.

“What is it, dear?” asked Sue.

“Six,” said Johnsy, quietly. “They’re falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head hurt to count them. But now it’s easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now.”

“Five what, dear?” asked Sue. Continue reading