HATE VEILED WOMEN
#8
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 love that is not as faithful as it is.
"*Love is 5 letters, 1 word, and a thousand meanings,
love is considered beautiful for many people, but love can plunge you into a misguided without the bond of certainty,
love for man You will be tired, your love that is not necessarily present will make you complain even will make you disappointed, why our love always increases but our faith decreases slowly vertical, will make you complain, because our love is not based on faith and knowledge,
The most beautiful love is based on faith, the love that is always avenged by the creator, is your love for God, Love for God is the eternal love of all time, You love God, God reciprocates, God is always helping you, in every way you deal with, increasing your knowledge, improving yourself and improving your intentions for you, for me, and for all of us who are migrating to find true love*,"
the word ustadz that makes my knowledge add up.
"...I feel collectible' to come back, to,
I'm interested in settling down, though,
It is indeed something that opens up the recesses of my hardened heart, softened from the long process of learning,
I feel like I'm being slapped hard with the situation
I realized something I had planted, though,
Aware of the sin that I have neglected, I,
Let the black speck be proof and reason,
Silent proof of a perversion and enjoyment
Long ago stupidity came, "
~Mrsh~
As if carried away by the wind of time, until without feeling a hundred and twenty times the long hand of the clock ticking following the beautiful tempo, I realized the time I spent after hearing the closing greeting from the ustadz.
After the audience answered the closing greeting was really shocked when he saw the clock that was horrified in my hand, it turned out that I had been sitting 2 hours together among the pious people without being saturated. After that I and the man beside me who I did not know his name I took him outside to just get acquainted.
" What's your name? " just ask him.
" My name is Malik Rifqi Alfarisy, call me Rifqi? "
" My name is Zaed, Zaed Firsya Raharsya, what age are you? are we the same age? "
(sorry here just guessed the long name zaed, because yesterday bentang so not yet written his name:)
"lhoo, do you know how old I am? " i said curious, though,
"...Because as far as I know, we just know, there is no way you can do klo recite ", I continued.
"haha.. There is no way that I can predict, emang I shaman, "the gel laughter that makes me even goosebumps, I even become afraid, can-can people in front of me is jin. hahahaahaaha
" i knew you first, your father was friends with my father so I knew your father, he asked me for help he said his son wanted to follow the study and after that he told me about you who wanted to move and showed me your picture, he told me you were 17 years old, "he explained at length.
" ooh shame, her." I said nduk.
" hah, relax broo, I dlu also naughty kayak lo, gegara a thing that changed me, "he said while patting my shoulder, which makes me staggered because of alim people like him talk lo-gue.
" we talk casually, bro, I klo also pak lo-gue klo sm who already know but with the exception of my family, I could have been sandal-pocketed the same bokap, he said, We become young people, not cool papa but before cool affairs in the world must first cool the affairs of the afterlife broo, lo if you want to talk lo-gue no papa kok, "he explained.
" i'm not used to lo-gue, sorry, " said my smile and clap on my shoulder.
I never said much, so I'm not used to the word lo-gue.
"do you know what makes you go?"
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Flasbacks
2 Years ago, the,,
In the club, there is a loud bang of music, which is enjoyed by men with the body of women who look very far from the commandment that God has poured in the Qur'an.
On the corner of the club there is a man who is drinking which he thinks can reduce the burden of the problem. The man is Rifqi, he is frustrated after seeing the vidio sent by his enemy that shows the woman he loves enjoying scenes like a married couple with his nemesis.
It was very disappointed Rifqi with the woman he had loved so easily betrayed him.
After being satisfied drinking in the club, he decided to go home to the hotel, because he was still aware that he was going home for sure he would be killed immediately by his father to see him who was drunk.
" Aghhhh." he yelled while hitting the steering wheel.
On the way Rifqi felt his head as if twisted in a comedy play that made him blur to look at the streets, because it was not strong to drive his car, he said, then decided to go into an ordinary hotel to stay there as soon as possible, because he was very not strong anymore to resist the dizziness.
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Does my poetry work? sorry for not connecting, it takes a lot of criticism and constructive advice, thank you
