Arrow of Muslim Love

Escape Again

There was a middle-aged man, who was about to dry the brown plants. He was shocked when he received the weapon.

"Better to admit, why is there a hijab in that clothesline?" Pointing at objects it sees, with threat-filled intonation.

"Oh, it's just a rag for a wet plate. It's dirty, it's natural to be washed." he replied.

"If it's true that way, then we'd like to stay here." Deliberately look at the details, to know the real reaction.

The middle-aged man tried to cover up. "No problem, after all this place is allowed for special guests of king Ghukong." Pointing a path, for the soldiers to follow.

They ended up coming, until they went into the house. They received a tea banquet, as is sober without fancy frills.

"It's unfortunate that the life of the Father, is old and still living in a house like this" he said.

"It's okay, after all, it can't be taken to death" the man replied.

Alesha, Asma, and Qiyna came out from hiding. They immediately walked to the dormitory, then locked the door tightly. They do not want to be caught, by these cruel humans.

"What if this hostel gets checked out?" ask Asma.

"We can hide somewhere else for a while" Alesha replied.

"Yes, we pack things right now" said Qiyna.

"Yes fast, we still have time to be quiet" replied Alesha.

And they went about, so that the disbelievers would not know. Not long after, there was a gunshot.

"Wire, we must quickly escape" said Alesha.

"Yes, if caught we can be arrested" Qiyna replied.

Qiyna and Asma put their feet together, following Alesha's footsteps. While the middle-aged man behind Chan, felt fear if the three girls were caught.

"We want to get into this house." Designate a house, which they previously lived in.

They broke down the door, upright the waist arrogantly. Walk casually, until accidentally stepping on the watch on the floor. Chan picked it up, then looked towards the middle-aged man.

"What clock is this?" ask Chan, full of probes.

"It's an aunt's watch, which cleans the dormitory" he replied, calmly.

"Who's this hostel for?" ask again.

"For anyone who wants to stay overnight" he replied flatly.

"I saw there was a mosque in this village, what was it to worship?" ask Chin curiously.

"It used to be a lot of Muslims, but now the population is reduced. Muslims are mostly ostracized, so it's hard to want to hold fast." replied the middle-aged man.

Chan, Chin, and some of the soldiers just believe it. They choose to rest indoors, rather than asking questions that cannot be answered satisfactorily.

Qiyna held onto her leg, and so did Alesha. It still hurts, the scars that once existed.

"Oh yeah, where are we going?" ask Qiyna.

"We're going to stop by the green house" Alesha replied.

"Who's house, does the host know us?" sahut Asthma.

"That's Cika's house, I knew her time in the mosque. As long as we want to teach the religion of Islam, he is also willing to give a ride." replied Alesha.

"Lumayan, it could be for a while. We help him clean up the house, so as not to burden his burden." said Qiyna.

"Yes come on, my stomach is hungry." Asma asked.

Alesha held her stomach, which had been stuffed with cloth. It can hold him back, from feeling too hungry.