Once Upon a time
I met
And I understand
Our meeting was not accidental
But there are fingers destiny set
Was at one time
Finally we come to the parting that maybe I hate
And once again I realized
There was no strength to withstand pergimu
He who has set it up so beautifully
*****
I visited my friend and he offered to join the International Khilafah conference in Senayan if not wrong in 2000. I reject with smooth enough, then, I fear for fear will be invited to a cult. Since that time many outstanding issues cult who want to establish an Islamic state in Indonesia. Before I was invited by (let's call him Nisa), my friend, I've taken the same seniors who struggle for the study was to establish an Islamic state in Indonesia. And I'm afraid, to my horror that took too similar. So as much as possible, for various reasons, I do not want to come. He constantly took me tirelessly, and I continually refused tirelessly anyway.
Another time he came again, this time with another theme. He explained to me the meaning of the veil. I used a bit of a tomboy, but after graduation decided to learn to wear a veil. It is strange to me, he explained the different veil that had been kufahami and understood by many people. Deepened suspicions about the cult. I shudder and fear. Eventually I became phobia against any solicitation Islamic studies, but he still came up with patience.
Until one day, I changed jobs, it turned out I was the same company with him, be I often interact with it. He then invited me to participate in the study mushala company, this time I had to go because they had no reason to reject the bad and the heart continues - being refused his invitation. Several times I go study the Koran pementornya is my brother's, another time if the older brother could not come, then he, who then fills the study. And I, often, for various reasons did not follow the study, though it was reminded to attend. The reason that time, I was working overtime. I saved (I think) with the overtime, so I do not need to lie to not join the study. Yes, I do not need to join the study. Furthermore, I only occasionally join the study, if by chance had and no overtime.
Time passed, day after day, week after week, month berbilang month, I participated study participation on the basis of consciousness will not examine the obligations of Islam, but rather because it is not in the mood to Nisa, my friend, and do not have enough reasonable grounds to reject it. Although I've quite often join the study, but my understanding of Islam is still far from being realized. Each what is conveyed by pementor, nothing is entered in the head. Study material I think is very strange, unusual, too heavy. Until one day, in one afternoon, I walked alone with Nisa after work. He asked my opinion about the Caliphate, Capitalism. I do not mudeng. What is actually the Khilafah? What is capitalism? Although for months joined the study, I still do not mudeng also with the second term. He then explained with remarkable patience, really, I did not lie, he is my best friend outstanding patient.
Finally we, I and Nisa, often together again, talking after work. I and Nisa so close again, like the time when we were still in high school. (Nisa is my friend bench in a high school class, we are no longer second-class class, third class we met again in the same class but not the bench). We so often shared on a variety of issues. And I so felt a bit annoyed that he had already begun lecturing (hehehe ...) about the Islamic ideology, Khilafah, because I do not understand at all. But as time went on, I finally mudeng also when they're fighting for Khilafah, a Global State that apply Sharia in every aspect of life. However, the rest I do not know anything and I do not want to know, and do not want to be know. (Recalcitrant too huh?: P)
Furthermore, each Munday, there is an intensive study in mushalla company that fills the Koran is my brother's, or if absent, Nisa which replaces fills study. Once upon a time, the Koran sister Nisa, let's call him Yuli, spoke to me about the studies that have me follow. "What do you think?" He asked me. I said, "Great!" Because it did not want to disappoint. Though I was still reluctant to follow this study, because it is always uncomfortable with Nisa. Finally, after chatting long enough, kak Yuli said that he wanted to come to my house. I say go ahead, even in the heart, "what are you doing still use play to the house all?" Honestly at that time, when practically still ignorance, I still ignorance really. I rada-rada scrambling also hear kak Yuli want to play to the house. I remembered in my room, many plastered posters Boy Band who was more loved young people. If kak Yuli so play to the house, continue to want to pray and get in my room, could be a chaotic affair wah!
Finally got home, I hurriedly took off all posters Boy Band of the wall of my room. My sister was surprised to see that women tingkahku. "Why are poster-posernya removed all?" He asked. "Master ngajiku want to come, I'm embarrassed if caught they like the style of music like ginian." I said. "Why then should I wrote dong create posters?" He said while kesenengan. "Enak aja! I'm off the posters have the same worry spotted Yuli kak, kak if Yuli already play to the house and he comes home, I'll post again. "My sister just laughed at them.
Day after day, week after week, month after month, kak Yuli not come-come. And I do not want to ask when kak Yuli want to come, and hopefully if kak Yuli does not come, the fun does not get caught if I still ignorance. Hehehe ... ..
But the poster in my room still kutempel also, and indeed the posters were ultimately never mounted again on my wall. Because early 2002 I decided to follow the footsteps of Nisa, reviewing Islam, but still with a half-hearted as well. More because of filling the void of time, they certainly do not know if I'm just part of it. I had been veiled, but when at home I often do not use socks, because in the village where I live, the use of the veil along with socks felt strange, unusual, and often I 'dipelototin' continues at every passerby, motorcycle, mothers, teenagers, and often ridiculed as Arabs. Not only of people outside the exam came, the family did not agree with the decision to wear the hijab. They considered too old-fashioned, veil I wear make me look older, like a mother, when I was a girl. I'd better wear decent clothes only, no need to se-extremes in dress. At that time, I explain about the proposition obligation hijab, hijab and veil that is different, and the veil that Muslim women are supposed to be used like that I wear. But my brothers became angry, count me knowingly, self-patronizing, and I have not been in boarding school, while they were already poor across the Islamic world just is not as extreme I was in the dressing. I only seek forgiveness in the liver. Duuh fate, willing to change his test really really heavy ... ???
I will not despair, even if the family does not agree, I continued throughout my activities. And I want to prove that this is My Changes ordered, something good. I remain committed and to wear headscarves and chanting. I convey Islamic thought in the midst of my family with all my flaws and my best. I often disagree with the family, especially related to the initial problem and end of Ramadan, I labeled all sorts. And my father was frightened by it, he threatened to boycott me, it will not pay for college. I'm sad, can only cry in my room. But it did not dampen the pace. I continued my struggle and little by little I have said what I understand it to my family. Until one day, my father spoke to me, "you please come, but you do not invite this family-invite". I was a little relieved with the blessing of the Father, although still sad also with words, would not that mean Mr. already shut down of propaganda? But ah, I do not despair. Is not God's grace is so vast?
Yes, finally I'm really 'get lost in the right way', after such a long review, has more or less embedded in the authentic Islamic understanding my mind. Because of this all Nisa tireless invited. I am grateful, has tertunjuki on Mabda saheeh by intermediaries Nisa. Subahanllah, fabiayyi 'aalaai Rabbikumaa tukadzdzibaan, which of the favors of your Lord that ye deny? So says the Lord that I remember.
*****
I'm bored silence
I want to shout out loud
Penetrates the dark
penetrate all the hallways
Pierce the horizon
Penetrate all the ear hole
So that all know
I am here ......
Continued love for God
******
the other day he visited me, happy once visited in a long time he did not have time to divide his time with me (Understandably've double, many obligations that require to be accomplished: P). Kangen really share the laughter with him, as before, when periods of high school that has passed.
But apparently his visit gave another surprise. He plans to move to another city with her husband. That means, I could no longer meet as often. He had not gone, but I've missed weight. I Have No Idea ... ..
However, he has been given another color in my life. He who has been enlightening me with the Islamic ideology. I learned many things from him. I learned the meaning of life, Islam, struggle, patience, friendship, love, etc.
Hopefully dakwahmu in a new place is getting rolling like a snowball that continues to grow, crush anyone who got in his rule of law in the face of the earth, and attract anyone willing to fight together.
Thank you anyway, sis! Thanks for bring me to this path. Without you, I would be nothing.
*****
Friend,
Trace your steps
Maturing entire space of my heart
You, our introduction, our friendship, our conversations, our struggle, our argument, is a gift beyond measure
It's immeasurably
How I cherish each of our togetherness
How parting was there
So that we can be grateful for every meeting that is created
How much I wanted to be in the shade with you
At the moment there is no shade except His shade
How I want to be close by your side
Together the Prophets, the Martyrs and the people Salih later in His heaven charming
Perhaps pergimu will leave tears
But to me not why
However, there will be missing from my days later
Friend,
Thou first
That brought down the walls of fortress
From ancient traditions which bind
You also have to satisfy that thirst
Getting to know the meaning of life
Like the first dew drops soothing
Thank you my friend
Will accompany your loyalty
Above all the enlightenment that illuminates the darkness
As the sun shining on the earth faithful
May God praise you my friend
Give you good in the world and akhiratmu
Aamiin
I met
And I understand
Our meeting was not accidental
But there are fingers destiny set
Was at one time
Finally we come to the parting that maybe I hate
And once again I realized
There was no strength to withstand pergimu
He who has set it up so beautifully
*****
I visited my friend and he offered to join the International Khilafah conference in Senayan if not wrong in 2000. I reject with smooth enough, then, I fear for fear will be invited to a cult. Since that time many outstanding issues cult who want to establish an Islamic state in Indonesia. Before I was invited by (let's call him Nisa), my friend, I've taken the same seniors who struggle for the study was to establish an Islamic state in Indonesia. And I'm afraid, to my horror that took too similar. So as much as possible, for various reasons, I do not want to come. He constantly took me tirelessly, and I continually refused tirelessly anyway.
Another time he came again, this time with another theme. He explained to me the meaning of the veil. I used a bit of a tomboy, but after graduation decided to learn to wear a veil. It is strange to me, he explained the different veil that had been kufahami and understood by many people. Deepened suspicions about the cult. I shudder and fear. Eventually I became phobia against any solicitation Islamic studies, but he still came up with patience.
Until one day, I changed jobs, it turned out I was the same company with him, be I often interact with it. He then invited me to participate in the study mushala company, this time I had to go because they had no reason to reject the bad and the heart continues - being refused his invitation. Several times I go study the Koran pementornya is my brother's, another time if the older brother could not come, then he, who then fills the study. And I, often, for various reasons did not follow the study, though it was reminded to attend. The reason that time, I was working overtime. I saved (I think) with the overtime, so I do not need to lie to not join the study. Yes, I do not need to join the study. Furthermore, I only occasionally join the study, if by chance had and no overtime.
Time passed, day after day, week after week, month berbilang month, I participated study participation on the basis of consciousness will not examine the obligations of Islam, but rather because it is not in the mood to Nisa, my friend, and do not have enough reasonable grounds to reject it. Although I've quite often join the study, but my understanding of Islam is still far from being realized. Each what is conveyed by pementor, nothing is entered in the head. Study material I think is very strange, unusual, too heavy. Until one day, in one afternoon, I walked alone with Nisa after work. He asked my opinion about the Caliphate, Capitalism. I do not mudeng. What is actually the Khilafah? What is capitalism? Although for months joined the study, I still do not mudeng also with the second term. He then explained with remarkable patience, really, I did not lie, he is my best friend outstanding patient.
Finally we, I and Nisa, often together again, talking after work. I and Nisa so close again, like the time when we were still in high school. (Nisa is my friend bench in a high school class, we are no longer second-class class, third class we met again in the same class but not the bench). We so often shared on a variety of issues. And I so felt a bit annoyed that he had already begun lecturing (hehehe ...) about the Islamic ideology, Khilafah, because I do not understand at all. But as time went on, I finally mudeng also when they're fighting for Khilafah, a Global State that apply Sharia in every aspect of life. However, the rest I do not know anything and I do not want to know, and do not want to be know. (Recalcitrant too huh?: P)
Furthermore, each Munday, there is an intensive study in mushalla company that fills the Koran is my brother's, or if absent, Nisa which replaces fills study. Once upon a time, the Koran sister Nisa, let's call him Yuli, spoke to me about the studies that have me follow. "What do you think?" He asked me. I said, "Great!" Because it did not want to disappoint. Though I was still reluctant to follow this study, because it is always uncomfortable with Nisa. Finally, after chatting long enough, kak Yuli said that he wanted to come to my house. I say go ahead, even in the heart, "what are you doing still use play to the house all?" Honestly at that time, when practically still ignorance, I still ignorance really. I rada-rada scrambling also hear kak Yuli want to play to the house. I remembered in my room, many plastered posters Boy Band who was more loved young people. If kak Yuli so play to the house, continue to want to pray and get in my room, could be a chaotic affair wah!
Finally got home, I hurriedly took off all posters Boy Band of the wall of my room. My sister was surprised to see that women tingkahku. "Why are poster-posernya removed all?" He asked. "Master ngajiku want to come, I'm embarrassed if caught they like the style of music like ginian." I said. "Why then should I wrote dong create posters?" He said while kesenengan. "Enak aja! I'm off the posters have the same worry spotted Yuli kak, kak if Yuli already play to the house and he comes home, I'll post again. "My sister just laughed at them.
Day after day, week after week, month after month, kak Yuli not come-come. And I do not want to ask when kak Yuli want to come, and hopefully if kak Yuli does not come, the fun does not get caught if I still ignorance. Hehehe ... ..
But the poster in my room still kutempel also, and indeed the posters were ultimately never mounted again on my wall. Because early 2002 I decided to follow the footsteps of Nisa, reviewing Islam, but still with a half-hearted as well. More because of filling the void of time, they certainly do not know if I'm just part of it. I had been veiled, but when at home I often do not use socks, because in the village where I live, the use of the veil along with socks felt strange, unusual, and often I 'dipelototin' continues at every passerby, motorcycle, mothers, teenagers, and often ridiculed as Arabs. Not only of people outside the exam came, the family did not agree with the decision to wear the hijab. They considered too old-fashioned, veil I wear make me look older, like a mother, when I was a girl. I'd better wear decent clothes only, no need to se-extremes in dress. At that time, I explain about the proposition obligation hijab, hijab and veil that is different, and the veil that Muslim women are supposed to be used like that I wear. But my brothers became angry, count me knowingly, self-patronizing, and I have not been in boarding school, while they were already poor across the Islamic world just is not as extreme I was in the dressing. I only seek forgiveness in the liver. Duuh fate, willing to change his test really really heavy ... ???
I will not despair, even if the family does not agree, I continued throughout my activities. And I want to prove that this is My Changes ordered, something good. I remain committed and to wear headscarves and chanting. I convey Islamic thought in the midst of my family with all my flaws and my best. I often disagree with the family, especially related to the initial problem and end of Ramadan, I labeled all sorts. And my father was frightened by it, he threatened to boycott me, it will not pay for college. I'm sad, can only cry in my room. But it did not dampen the pace. I continued my struggle and little by little I have said what I understand it to my family. Until one day, my father spoke to me, "you please come, but you do not invite this family-invite". I was a little relieved with the blessing of the Father, although still sad also with words, would not that mean Mr. already shut down of propaganda? But ah, I do not despair. Is not God's grace is so vast?
Yes, finally I'm really 'get lost in the right way', after such a long review, has more or less embedded in the authentic Islamic understanding my mind. Because of this all Nisa tireless invited. I am grateful, has tertunjuki on Mabda saheeh by intermediaries Nisa. Subahanllah, fabiayyi 'aalaai Rabbikumaa tukadzdzibaan, which of the favors of your Lord that ye deny? So says the Lord that I remember.
*****
I'm bored silence
I want to shout out loud
Penetrates the dark
penetrate all the hallways
Pierce the horizon
Penetrate all the ear hole
So that all know
I am here ......
Continued love for God
******
the other day he visited me, happy once visited in a long time he did not have time to divide his time with me (Understandably've double, many obligations that require to be accomplished: P). Kangen really share the laughter with him, as before, when periods of high school that has passed.
But apparently his visit gave another surprise. He plans to move to another city with her husband. That means, I could no longer meet as often. He had not gone, but I've missed weight. I Have No Idea ... ..
However, he has been given another color in my life. He who has been enlightening me with the Islamic ideology. I learned many things from him. I learned the meaning of life, Islam, struggle, patience, friendship, love, etc.
Hopefully dakwahmu in a new place is getting rolling like a snowball that continues to grow, crush anyone who got in his rule of law in the face of the earth, and attract anyone willing to fight together.
Thank you anyway, sis! Thanks for bring me to this path. Without you, I would be nothing.
*****
Friend,
Trace your steps
Maturing entire space of my heart
You, our introduction, our friendship, our conversations, our struggle, our argument, is a gift beyond measure
It's immeasurably
How I cherish each of our togetherness
How parting was there
So that we can be grateful for every meeting that is created
How much I wanted to be in the shade with you
At the moment there is no shade except His shade
How I want to be close by your side
Together the Prophets, the Martyrs and the people Salih later in His heaven charming
Perhaps pergimu will leave tears
But to me not why
However, there will be missing from my days later
Friend,
Thou first
That brought down the walls of fortress
From ancient traditions which bind
You also have to satisfy that thirst
Getting to know the meaning of life
Like the first dew drops soothing
Thank you my friend
Will accompany your loyalty
Above all the enlightenment that illuminates the darkness
As the sun shining on the earth faithful
May God praise you my friend
Give you good in the world and akhiratmu
Aamiin
