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I converted and I love Ramadan (Islamic Story)

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'life is full of twists and turns, and those twists are variations of human life. However, before I finally decided to become a convert, I had to assume that the twists and turns of life I experienced were not variations of life, it was more like a long wavy kris piercing my soul, lifting it up and throwing it into the valley of turmoil. That is, for me 25 years felt so futile because I was far from my Lord. However, wouldn't every human story begin with the gentle burst of a baby's breath?' All the reporters before me were completely confused to hear the little explanation I had given. Some of them looked at each other, whispering to each other, although some of them were already beginning to look nodding their heads with shrunken foreheads. Maybe they don't understand what I've said. I just smiled, occasionally tidying up the hijab I was wearing.

'sorry Mbak Kiki, it can be further explained what the meaning of 'is not every human story will begin in the gentle letup of a baby's breath' and whether Mbak Kiki already sure of the hijab?' one of the reporters finally raised a hand and asked the question that I had actually expected earlier. However, with a smile on my face, I did not answer that question, my memory goes back to that time, a time when I felt my life was so dark without a pillar of religion, he said, and it only felt radiant when I was 24 years old, when I got a surprise in the form of guidance at the time of stepping on the month of Ramadan.

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My name is Viki Natalia. I don't have a brother, because I'm an only child. My father was Emmanuel and my mother Mima. We live in the city of Jakarta. For me Jakarta is a city full of freedom but can make it crowded. My family can be said to be very well, both my parents work and I am a big screen actress. We're all busy, and that's one of the reasons my family isn't in harmony. Even my parents in the near future will soon be divorced. I don't know, I don't care what made them decide to get divorced like that. Because to me, whether or not they exist is meaningless, because what matters to me is money, freedom, and beauty. As an actress, I take care of my body and my beauty. I love my ideal body shape, the color of my glowing white skin, and my hair that makes others feel jealous. I really admired many people, even those who are fellow actresses always praise the beauty of my body. And so, in the closet, I don't have clothes that can cover my body, because I thought, I have a beautiful body so what am I covering up for?

Today was really tiring, at 12pm I haven't arrived home yet, I'm still getting ready to go home. The atmosphere at the location was very quiet as before, now only me and the producer were left.

'Ki, you went home alone?' ask the producer. I just nodded and still focused on finding the phone in my bag. The voice of the producer was no longer heard, my phone was suddenly not in the bag, but I was very sure 15 minutes before I kept the phone in the bag. And all of a sudden the producer called me, 'Kiki, you're getting this right?' from a distance near his car, the producer waved at my phone. 'yes sir' I returned his screams, and approached the producer. However, I was really surprised that he suddenly threw the phone and hugged me, even trying to kiss me. I tried to avoid it, but my strength was completely unable to defeat its power. I shouted, and the producer laughed out loud. It felt so claustrophobic in the producer's rude embrace, he forced me to get into his car, but I don't know where I got my strength, from, my leg was suddenly able to kick the producer so hard that he fell, and I was able to run away from the producer. In the night, in solitude, in fear, and in tears I ran as hard as I could. Until I finally saw a light so bright and I heard the soft sound of the holy verse of the Quran which I actually knew but I did not recognize it the sound was sourced from a simple mosque near my home. I don't know what's going on tonight, the moon is so bright, the wind and the sky are so friendly. My tears stopped at my pace. I entered my house, a house so magnificent, but not as warm as the mosque I had seen. What's the matter?

Plaque!!

'let's hit it again, why shut up?' my mother's screaming voice was completely familiar to my ears.

I'm not at all surprised to see this scene, nor are they, perhaps they already know that I'm so immune to seeing the violence my father always did to my mother. However, I don't hate you at all because I know, it's you doing because you're cheating on you with your office mates.

'huh! you see, right, mas? your son is fed up with your cocky attitude of being a real person! Haha'

Plaque!! That's how my father was, pretentious and always beating my mother.

I'm really fed up with today. My job is ruined! my family is getting ruined! I threw everything in my room. I scream, I cry, I'm tired of my life.

HUH! I was really shocked and woke up from my sleep. At 4 a.m. The sound of young men going around shouting 'sahur, sahur' and the sound of adhan in a dream really woke me up. I felt really creepy with that dream, two men wearing white and black clothes fighting over me, my throat was dry, my stomach was empty, and my heart was hot, but what was this? again the mosque, the voice of the holy verse of the Quran and what else is this? adzan's voice? the sound of the Adhan was able to make my heart cool, my throat was relieved, and my stomach felt filled, and where was the man wearing the black clothes? has he disappeared? are you afraid of Adhan? I will cry deeply for my dream, and I realize that it was a guidance that my Lord, Allah SWT, gave me. Without thinking for a long time I then took food in the kitchen for sahur, a little I still remember, even though the last time I saw my friend who is a Muslim, sahur, fast and pray when I studied in school first. In the morning prayer prostration, I actually cried, I really apologized for everything I had left behind even more than 20 years. However, this month, at the beginning of Ramdhan month I have received a great surprise, which is a guidance.

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I sighed, and tried to answer the question one of the reporters asked, 'Isn't every human story going to start in the gentle frenzy of a baby's breath, this is how I am now 25 years old, but I only felt born when I was 24 years old, when Allah gave me a surprise at the beginning of Ramadan which is a guidance, when I converted to Islam. Now I feel like a new baby is about to begin the story, which is just about to begin to mean that the twists of life are a variation in my life not as a meandering kris. I'm sure of my hijab, because I'm sure of my religion and my God, I feel more secure when I wear this hijab'

The entire reporter inside this room, really seemed to be moved. Drops upon drops of tears that accidentally flowed from his eyes, really convinced me that I was lucky to get such a big surprise at the beginning of Ramadan, I feel very happy about my life now, even though I am not sure that you can be happy in prison because you reported that you did a KDRT, and I hope that my mother can be happy with her lover. May Allah give them a surprise as precious as Allah has given me. Amens.

Finishes.

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