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When Allah's Word Comes (Islamic Love Story)

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As usual, my rohis friends and I always gather after school for liqo' together, led by our murabbi, Mbak Novi. Because today my class came home early, so I went to the mosque while waiting for my other friends. Hmmmm, if again alone like this I remember my past before I discovered the beauty of Islam and faith…

This morning was the first day I went to school that I never imagined I would go to. Actually I signed up to my school just to try it, eh Alhmdulillah yes accepted. Glad today I can wear the gray-and-white uniform I've been waiting for, said the High School guy was the most impressive time, and today I'm going to start that time. On this day I will be a different person from the previous days, with my wide headscarf dangling to cover my chest. I looked at myself from toe to head, hmmmm, finally my desire to wear the hijab was achieved as well.

Suddenly my phone rang, my guess was right. It turned out that this message from the person who had been with me for the past few months had always accompanied me and filled my days. That's right, she's my girlfriend, Iqbal's her name. She was also the one who always encouraged me to wear the hijab. But lately our relationship is a bit tenuous, because her ex-boyfriend is back from out of town. And what makes me sad sometimes is that, he always differentiates me with his ex-girlfriend.

“Nisa, come quickly breakfast..” My mother's voice calls me for breakfast.

“iya bu, briefly..”

“waaahh, our son is very beautiful yes well wear hijab?”

“iya bu, hmmmm, surely later in the new school many who glimps..”.

“ahhh, this mother's same father. Nisa so shy to know..”.

After breakfast I immediately went to school with my father. Understandably, it is still new, so you have not dared to ride your own motorbike, hihihi. when I arrived at school I went straight to my class on the 2nd floor, horrors later schedule exculcine ads, after all, there is no MOS.

15 Minutes later the bell rang, it was a sign it was time to enter each class. Not long after the brothers of OSIS came and distributed the questionnaire to us while telling us that soon there will be an excrement ad in this school. After I see the list there are about 20 more exkul, “hmmm, just bounce exculses a lot! His name is also school favorite” murmured me in the heart.

Finally, at 11 o'clock the advertisement was completed, we were asked tomorrow to collect the question after getting approval from their parents. I am still confused what to participate in exkul, after going through many considerations I finally chose 3 exculses, the first is English-club, the 2nd is dancing and the third is SKI. The name was so foreign to my ears, from the info I heard SKI was a kind of religious exkul or can be called a da'wah institution in High School. Because I think it is very suitable for me who is studying more deeply about Islam I finally decided to follow the exkul.

1 Week I have become a High School student, hmmm quite fun, because I can make new friends, new experiences, and much more. Suddenly my phone rang, there was a text from an unknown number

“assalamu alaykum, tomorrow deck for those who join SKI gather at the mosque after school.. (Salis)” turned out to be from the big brother of the SKI manager. I immediately reply

“wa'alaykum greetings, yes mbak”

The next day after school, I and my SKI classmates Hana, Zahra and Lala went to the mosque. There were children in the mosque from another class. We got acquainted, they were all very friendly and kind. After the group show was over we went home soon. We were told that we were a group every Friday for liqo', he said, sort of sharing. It seems like when I saw the SKI brothers his face was shady, friendly, kind and according to the news most of them are children who excel. Wah so more spirit to join SKI.

2 More weeks of class-up exams are coming soon. We also prepare ourselves as well as possible, in addition to messing around with replicates, we first class is also confused with what program we should choose later. IPA or IPS. I was also steady with the choice I set, namely IPS. After the exam, it is time to enjoy the holidays. As usual, every morning we went for a morning walk. Suddenly my phone shook, and there was a message coming in. After I saw it it was a new number.

“sorry, this Bu Point. Nisa scores you enter the criteria for the IPA major, but what about your IPS choice?” I was shocked to see the contents of the message. On the one hand I was happy because my grades were good, but on the other hand I was confused how I should be. Actually I chose the IPS program because I was afraid my grades were not included in the IPA. Then I immediately asked my father and mother, apparently they advised me to enter the IPA only, then I replied to my homeroom text.

“iya ma'am, I chose IPA course” huh, I finally became an IPA child, hehhehee

The holidays are over, now is the time for us to wrestle back with lessons. In 2nd grade I had new friends. They are all kind and friendly. It does not feel that now the excul-exculus has pinadah department, and I am also now a permanent member of the SKI excrement. Why did I choose SKI? Because this is where I find comfort, happiness, and peace that I do not get from my other experience. We as new managers immediately arrange work programs for the next year. For the opening we created a kind of motivational training event for new students who are admitted to this school, and this is also one of our ways to attract new members.

For one year of our tenure we have been through joy and sorrow together. From the start of waiting for the ikhwan (men) for meetings, returning home late afternoon together, rain together, maze together, sad together. Hmmmm, and now we have to remove that post. It was hard to leave SKI that had given me enlightenment, and maybe from SKI this is Allah gave me guidance so that I could realize and feel the pleasure of faith and the beauty of Islam. I want to repeat the time when I was in 2nd grade, and served as a SKI administrator. But time goes on without anyone being able to stop it, now I and my fellow soldiers have to fight to face the national exam that will determine whether we pass or not after studying for 3 years. But even though we have been full of our SKI department still liqo' every Friday. And now I have the principle “if today is worse than yesterday it's called a big loss, if today is the same as yesterday it is also a loss, if today is also a loss, and if today is better than yesterday it's lucky” that's the principle I hold to always make myself better. For the business of men, go to the sea. Because I believe God has written my soul mate's name neatly in a lauhul mahfudz there, I also believe in God's promise in his word “the good woman will get a good man anyway, and vice versa bad women will get bad men anyway” therefore I always learn to be better. If you want to have a husband like Sayidina Ali then we must also be like Fatimah. Really right?

“asslamu alaykum, hayooo. Again daydreaming what?” suddenly my friends came and broke my daydream.

“masya Allah, you guys are just surprised!” I said pretending to be angry

“hmmm, who told the day-night daydreaming alone in the mosque, Friday again..”.

“hih you guys this!”

“eh, already novi has come, there take the Qur,an...”.

We also immediately headed to an ordinary place for liqo', hopefully happiness like this never fades and grows. And also may we remain steadfast to keep fighting in His way. Since Allah has promised in Muhammad's letter verse 7: “it is whoever helps the religion of Allah, then Allah will help him anyway” aamiin…

Story by: Nadiyalut Fita

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