@daksinaksara: Bayangkan... jika Jember tak pernah memiliki Jember Fashion Carnaval. Akankah dunia mengenal kota ini seperti sekarang? Selama 24 tahun, JFC telah menjadi kebanggaan Jember di panggung dunia. Kini, melalui tema HEAL: Humanity, Earth, and Life, JFC kembali hadir pada 24–26 Juli 2026 untuk menghadirkan karya, budaya, dan inspirasi bagi dunia. ✨ Sudah siap menjadi bagian dari sejarah JFC 2026? Saksikan langsung dan rasakan atmosfer karnaval kelas dunia di Jember! #JFC2026 #HEAL #JemberFashionCarnaval #VisitJember #ProudOfJember

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buserjember
❤️Sang pecinta❤️ :
mohon sound hurek jangan di beri ijin 🙏🙏
2026-07-08 12:49:30
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jodiyyaa_87
🌹Jodiyyaa🌹 :
Menyala Kota Jemberku🥰🥰
2026-07-08 21:13:46
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bukanpengangguran67
EL GANTENG😜👾ROWRR :
kota gw tuh
2026-06-29 03:34:48
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ismail_eok
kang ek ok :
kapan acara jfc
2026-06-30 12:58:51
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dholsomad
Jembertayangmad :
Yuyur JFC makin Mempesona🤤
2026-06-28 02:18:29
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ahzainal09
ahzainal09🇲🇨 :
Jember Fashion Show di PIK Jakarta bagus² loh
2026-06-29 17:27:45
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aslijemberan
Asli Jember :
ga boleh ketinggalan ni
2026-06-28 13:59:51
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decoffikrima
ikrima :
auto amanin tiket vvip gue mah
2026-06-29 15:46:03
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withsaaa_
withsaaa__ :
gasabar mau liatt🤩
2026-06-28 11:48:14
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kholifah7302
Kholifah :
sama kota ku Jember,,👍👍👍👍👍
2026-07-02 13:57:47
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kelurahan_mangli
Kelurahan Mangli :
catat tanggalnya guys
2026-06-28 02:55:49
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efrisyadestianjesslyn
𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚜💢👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 :
aku ikut jfc lo
2026-07-04 07:31:40
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3571widya
widyavany Vin📍❤️ :
Jember is okay 👍
2026-07-01 05:16:36
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bambangsupriadi38
bambs :
emang bener kah sdh 24 thn sya kira belum ada
2026-06-30 22:57:01
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rindufaridz1
Cinta Vicca :
Kerren Kotaku pokoknya
2026-07-03 04:57:33
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wiwitrahmawati599
wiwitrahmawati599 :
Jember oke lho
2026-07-02 08:33:25
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anitaasmani
buk sum :
😳😳😳
2026-07-02 05:42:51
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herlina.suryan
Herlina Suryan :
😁😁😁
2026-06-30 09:26:53
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gwsukalu0
Americano :
bedeh teteh bws @Ahdilhm @rchl @Jexxy van Zevory @4 oktober 🐣 @Rifqilana
2026-07-06 05:52:24
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Ashura – the 10th of Muharram – is the day the sky learned how to mourn. It is the day the desert became a witness, the wind carried grief in its hands, and the sand of Karbala held the footsteps of a family who gave everything — not for power, not for victory in the eyes of people, but for truth. Hussain (as) did not walk into Karbala alone. He carried the prayers of his grandfather. He carried the patience of his mother. He carried the courage of his father. He carried the innocence of his children. He carried a message that no sword could silence, no army could bury, and no tyrant could erase. Ashura is not only a tragedy from history. It is the sound of thirsty children calling from the tents. It is the broken heart of Sukayna (as), waiting for water that never came. It is Abbas (as), standing by the river with a heart more loyal than life itself, refusing to drink while the children of Hussain were thirsty. It is Zaynab (sa), watching her world fall apart piece by piece, yet standing so tall that even palaces trembled before her patience. And maybe that is why we still cry. Because Karbala speaks to the places inside us that no one sees. It speaks to every heart that has been wounded and still has to smile. To every soul that has been betrayed and still chooses goodness. To every person who has stood alone for what is right while the world stayed silent. To every tear we swallowed because there was no one there to understand it. Karbala reminds us that sometimes the purest hearts suffer the most, not because Allah has abandoned them, but because their pain becomes a light for everyone who comes after. They thought they could end Hussain (as) by taking his life. But how do you end a soul that belongs to Allah? They thought they could silence him with swords. But his name is still whispered, cried for, carried on tongues, written in tears, and held in hearts that were born centuries after him. They burned the tents, but the fire of his love only spread. They raised his head, but his dignity only rose higher. They chained his family, but Zaynab (sa) turned those chains into a sermon that shook history. Ashura – the tenth of Muharram – teaches us that love is not just something soft. Sometimes love is sacrifice. Sometimes love is thirst. Sometimes love is standing beside truth even when the whole world has turned its back. And Hussain (as) taught us that a person can lose everything in this world and still become the greatest victory Allah has ever shown mankind. So when the month of Muharram comes, the heart changes. The world may continue as normal, but the lovers of Hussain know that something sacred has entered the air. Laughter becomes quieter. The soul becomes heavier. And every tear feels like it has been waiting all year to fall. Because we are not only remembering what happened. We are remembering who Hussain was. A son. A father. A brother. A grandson of the Prophet. A mercy to the broken. A light for the lost. A standard for every soul that refuses to bow to falsehood. Oh grandson of the Prophet, we did not see Karbala, but Karbala lives inside us. We did not hear the cries from the tents, but our hearts still answer them. We did not stand beside you on that day, but every year we return with our tears, our love, and our promise: that as long as our hearts beat, your name will not leave them.  #islam #History #poetry
Ashura – the 10th of Muharram – is the day the sky learned how to mourn. It is the day the desert became a witness, the wind carried grief in its hands, and the sand of Karbala held the footsteps of a family who gave everything — not for power, not for victory in the eyes of people, but for truth. Hussain (as) did not walk into Karbala alone. He carried the prayers of his grandfather. He carried the patience of his mother. He carried the courage of his father. He carried the innocence of his children. He carried a message that no sword could silence, no army could bury, and no tyrant could erase. Ashura is not only a tragedy from history. It is the sound of thirsty children calling from the tents. It is the broken heart of Sukayna (as), waiting for water that never came. It is Abbas (as), standing by the river with a heart more loyal than life itself, refusing to drink while the children of Hussain were thirsty. It is Zaynab (sa), watching her world fall apart piece by piece, yet standing so tall that even palaces trembled before her patience. And maybe that is why we still cry. Because Karbala speaks to the places inside us that no one sees. It speaks to every heart that has been wounded and still has to smile. To every soul that has been betrayed and still chooses goodness. To every person who has stood alone for what is right while the world stayed silent. To every tear we swallowed because there was no one there to understand it. Karbala reminds us that sometimes the purest hearts suffer the most, not because Allah has abandoned them, but because their pain becomes a light for everyone who comes after. They thought they could end Hussain (as) by taking his life. But how do you end a soul that belongs to Allah? They thought they could silence him with swords. But his name is still whispered, cried for, carried on tongues, written in tears, and held in hearts that were born centuries after him. They burned the tents, but the fire of his love only spread. They raised his head, but his dignity only rose higher. They chained his family, but Zaynab (sa) turned those chains into a sermon that shook history. Ashura – the tenth of Muharram – teaches us that love is not just something soft. Sometimes love is sacrifice. Sometimes love is thirst. Sometimes love is standing beside truth even when the whole world has turned its back. And Hussain (as) taught us that a person can lose everything in this world and still become the greatest victory Allah has ever shown mankind. So when the month of Muharram comes, the heart changes. The world may continue as normal, but the lovers of Hussain know that something sacred has entered the air. Laughter becomes quieter. The soul becomes heavier. And every tear feels like it has been waiting all year to fall. Because we are not only remembering what happened. We are remembering who Hussain was. A son. A father. A brother. A grandson of the Prophet. A mercy to the broken. A light for the lost. A standard for every soul that refuses to bow to falsehood. Oh grandson of the Prophet, we did not see Karbala, but Karbala lives inside us. We did not hear the cries from the tents, but our hearts still answer them. We did not stand beside you on that day, but every year we return with our tears, our love, and our promise: that as long as our hearts beat, your name will not leave them. #islam #History #poetry

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