HATE VEILED WOMEN

#7

After everything was as clean and tidy as before, my mother asked me to have dinner together, after everything she said made my heart open to get to know more and get closer to Islam.

 

My desire to get closer to Islam has been talked to my parents, my mother advised me to participate in the study of the father's community that has been guaranteed truth and validity, because my father is still worried because I still lack religious knowledge, because I still lack religious knowledge, so easily affected.

 

I really feel like a spoiled boy who arranged everything for my parents, but I enjoy everything, because since I was a child, I only chose my own things and risked it myself, so for today and beyond, maybe the choice of parents is better than the choice of my heart.

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Today is the first day I want to change my life. Honestly, I was confused because I was there myself, my father was in Kalimantan and my mother was meeting monthly with her business leaders,

 

because the mother is no longer working in the government, she only monitors her business at home, and for meetings are still being held every month,

 

but even so the mother has changed now the mother is more concerned with you between her work, ever also Ayya fit again fussy-russy make the mother prefer to postpone the meeting, she said, and every meeting Ayya is always invited yes she is also enjoying her time together with her mother.

 

At this time I have reached the mosque where the study, honestly I hesitate to enter but the courage there, when I want to step in, I immediately turn around, I immediately turn around, my inappropriate feelings there made me undo my intentions there,

when I was about to turn around there was a hand blocking me, I also when I felt blocked turned towards the person who blocked me.

 

It turned out that the handholder who blocked me was a young man who seemed like he was my age.

 

" Where are you going, Mom? " said the man who blocked me.

"..ehmm.I'm going to go to the bathroom, mas" I said nervously.

" ohh..mas is first here? " he said it made me more nervous which I only answered with a smile and a nod.

"the bathroom is in the mas, the mas first goes straight there is a son mas bathroom, "he continued.

" Oh yes mas, thank you, first yes mas, "I went straight to the bathroom directed masnya.

 

Without me knowing it, the man was the father's man, the father had already given my picture to him and told me to wait and direct it but without due diligence.

 

When I got to the toilet, I washed my hands to reduce my nervousness, in the toilet I was confused to go to the mosque or go home.

 

 

" Okay, I have to be brave, FIGHTING!!! I said encourage myself.

 

When I was going out toliet, I was really shocked that the man was in front of the bathroom.

" What a shame, me" my inner.

 

When I wanted to override the man, I was greeted first by him.

 

" Have you?, let's go in together, "

 

" Eh... Yes, yes, let's go, "

I honestly wonder why that guy is waiting for me.

 

When I was inside, my five senses began to explore the state of the room that was very foreign to me.

There is a high barrier between women and men, the congregation looks very fervent listening to the lecture that is in front of the audience until no sound is heard except the sound of the ustadz.

 

My exploration was scrapped when the man beside me pulled me to sit among the other men.

 

I began to sit near him and beside me was the barrier between men and women when I looked at the barrier there was a shadow of a woman who was writing.

 

During my open heart talk, it turns out that hijrah is not for good people, but for people who want to be better. I feel very low among the people here. I am determined to improve myself not for the love that is not necessarily present.

 

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