A Hijab for Me

4 True stories

I was confused, but Ahmad just kept going in a direction I didn't know,,,

He walked until he stopped at the grave in the middle of the tomb, and crouched down next to the tomb, he saw me and told me to come closer,, and,,,

I continued to be confused while looking at Ahmad who was looking at the tombstone. I asked him who he was, but he told me before I asked

"Do you remember the man in the photo you found, me and him were best friends. I've never told anyone about this, including my current friend, but, since you've been so candid with me, I'm going to be honest with you, too,,,"Ahmad said that with a sad face and asked me.

"Hey lady, do you think I'm a good person?"

And I answered him "Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have believed you" I answered him with confidence,,, I said,,,

but I got a strange reply from Ahmad, he suddenly smiled while continuing to look at the tombstone as if something was funny.

Ahmad POVs

"You're wrong, miss, I'm not entirely what you're talking about, I used to live as an incapable person. I have to work in the market as a porter.

However, since my mother was sick and my father was gone, my income was not enough for my mother's medical expenses and our living expenses. I finally took a shortcut.

I became a thief. Even I used to not hesitate to hurt the victim if I was almost caught.

many have been my victims. Until that day, I stole in the market and I got caught. The citizens gang up on me, beat me up and I'm being dragged to the police station.

I always screamed in the holding cell.I was in the holding cell for a few days until I got word that my mother was dead.

Hearing the news, I cried and cried inside the cell, asking the police to release me.

And then, someone who was in a cell with me came up to me and said to me,,,

"Hey calm down, I also need some quietness here"

After he said that, I then fell silent and looked at him, he who realized it then asked me

"What did you do until you ended up here?"

Then I told her about what happened, and when I told my mother, I cried again. Because I feel like mom would be so disappointed in me if you knew what I'd been doing all this time, and because I'm in prison my mom is dead now, how is this whether I become a despicable person now.

I kept crying until I realized

"Hey, did you think?" that's what I asked the man

"Yes, I have always pardoned and begged my Lord for forgiveness, and I used to be like you. I woke up when I was in this holding cell.

The problem of being forgiven or not is in the hands of God.We just have to keep trying to change ourselves for the better.and one that keeps me excited

God is FORGIVING, LOVING, LOVING, AND LOVING, and no man has ever sinned in his life.

I kept pondering and thinking maybe God was pointing the way for me, maybe this was the way I got back to him"

Hearing the man's words I shed another tear.

Since that day, we have always been together, while eating, while doing duty in prison, we also tell each other about our past, he also always woke me up to pray tahajud.

His name is Farhan, he's two years older than me.

And in the end he got out of jail first, and I felt alone in that cell even though there were still some people.

Finally after 6 months in prison, I was released, and when I came out of the prison door, I was very surprised that Farhan picked me up.

"Yooo brother finally.." we laughed happily and he took me for a picture.

Our meeting was very short.A few months after that he told me he got a doctor's diagnosis that he had a brain tumor.

He said his illness had existed even before he was imprisoned and it was getting worse and maybe his age was not long.I heard it was shocked, and sad.

"I only have you. I've considered you as my brother, how will you be when you've been.." I can't continue my words.

He told me,,,, uh,,,

" Bro, don't give up on life, you don't have to try hard to be the best among others, the good in you, the sincerity and the sincerity of heart, it will feel very valuable to others.

And it will make you great by itself"

He smiled and gave me the envelope, and then he left. I opened the envelope it was money, and there was a piece of paper, he said to me. At least to keep watch if I haven't got a job in the near future.

After I looked again inside the envelope, there was still a photograph, which read friend forever.

After hearing Ahmad's story, I also shed tears, and Ahmad spoke to me

"you must know by now, the photo you found was of me with Farhan when I was released from prison, and you must have known whose grave this was?

Yes this is farhan, shortly after we met at that time, I looked for him but I instead heard from someone that Farhan had died. I quickly went to where he was buried. It's just a memory he gave me,

After hearing my story, you must have known, he was the one who helped me find my way back and I brought you here to introduce him.

I feel like if he's still around, maybe you'll get that pretentious-sounding, annoying-ass hospitality, too".

Ahmad continued to tell stories while crying and it seemed he did not realize his snot had reached his cheek.

Seeing that the real me was also crying, it was chuckling slowly because he was like that,,,

Ahmad looked at me while asking if there was a funny story should be a sad story. He spoke in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Pffttt..bwahahahha snot where you go" I who saw his face can no longer hold back laughter.

Ahmad who realized that his face was immediately red and wiped his snot. She still seemed embarrassed but she covered her shame by asking me to pray for Farhan.

We prayed with wisdom back then, and after almost 15 minutes he took me home.

He seemed unconscious, he extended his hand to help me stand up. I know he's keeping him from touching men and women so I,,,, uh,,,

" Ihhh no want, your hand was just holding snot"

I sneered while walking ahead of him, but after a few seconds it turned out that Ahmad was still embarrassed and stood on the spot. I turned around to hold the edge of his shirt, I pulled him so he could quickly walk.

When Ahmad's trip was also still a lot of talk, he actually did not feel good out just alone gini bla bla bla bla, and it turns out that something made me shocked.

He doesn't know my name. Either because I forgot it or because I never told you my name, haaah... I don't know...

And arrive, Aaaaaaaaaaa.....

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