I Converted to Islam Because of Helper

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Here in the boarding school, I found my true self. Doing what I aspired to for a long time is being an English teacher. In addition, I also learned about the history of Islam. I also continued studying at one of the campuses in Palembang, studying to pursue a career as an architect.

Me and my mother's own family are Muslims who follow the flow of Nahdlatul ulama, while my new father Muhammadiyah. Actually there is no difference between the two, because Muhammadiyah itself means Muhammad's character while Nahdlatul ulama is a rising cleric.

So if you follow Muhammadiyah, it means to be NU. Conversely, if you follow NU, automatically the peak is Muhammadiyah.

This time in the boarding school will be held Akbar studies, and the invited speaker is a fairly famous ustadz, Ustadz Abdul Somad.

The cottage invited many Kyai, ustadz, Islamic religious enforcers, and residents who could be anyone to attend the event, especially the teachers, students and students of the boarding school.

The event took place quite lively, the contents of the lecture of Ustadz Abdul Somad was also able to attract the hearts of his worshipers. So that the event runs smoothly and successfully, the theme he brought is the unity of whatever community Madzhab, ormas, and his political party.

Ustadz Abdul Somad in his lectures always called on the people to unite, respect the differences of madhhab, not to be divided because of the caliphate.

The event closed with a prayer read by Ustadz Abdul Somad.

A week after the event I asked my father and mother for permission to vacation in Lampung. Remembering there are many memories when I was a child until adulthood.

Mom and dad allowed it, but they couldn't go. Because indeed the boarding school will soon carry out the midterm exam.

"Lilis to Lampungnya take Gusmu with Ayuk in-lawmu yes. They want to go to Lampung as well." said Dad while we were enjoying dinner together.

"Yes deck, I have never been to Lampung." continued Ayuk Ratih, wife of my stepbrother and owner of boarding school. Formerly this boarding school owned by Father, but passed on to his first son, Gus Ilyas. I still have two daughters, Larasati ushwa nahla who is still sitting on the bench of Aliyah madrasah, and Namira Mamora who is still sitting on the bench of ibtidaiah madrasah.

"Can our deck deck come?" Go with Gus Ilyas.

"By Bae Gus." I replied.

"Badskil same Malika want to join my sister, has not been to Lampung for a long time" said Badskil my brother.

"Kan Badskil with Malika on Monday already semester, brother Laras the same brother ushwa also did not participate. Later we go on vacation with Dad if it's a semester vacation yes." replied mom trying to give understanding to my sisters.

"Judah, it will be his holiday." replied Badskil.

"Badskil same Malika want a vacation where in Lampung?" Ask Dad.

"Pengen to Way Kambas, look at the elephant. Continue to Transmart on the reef playing the same game roller Coester." replied Badskil enthusiastically.

"Later on, wait for the semester holiday" replied the father who was then replied by a nod by Badskil.

After the meal together, my four sisters immediately headed to the cottage mosque. Because soon it has entered the isya time, of course they do not want first santriwan and santriwati to get there. What does it mean that clearly I am happy to see my younger brother and stepbrother excited in carrying out religious orders.

While I certainly helped make the table to help mother and Yuk Ratih. The three of us will go to the mosque.

But this time the mother is not healthy so choose the prayer isya in the room.

"Yuk deck, wudhu in the room, right?" Ask yuk Ratih. In his hand he had brought a mukena complete with his alphabet, and also the book of barzanji. Because the mosque will hold the Prophet's prayer every Sunday night after praying Isya.

"Udah yuk, let's go." I reply who was sitting waiting for him in the guest room also with my face, prayer mats and barzanji book.

Pondok pesantren and the cottage family residence is separate, but not far and still one yard. My father was more familiarly called Abah by the residents of the cottage.

The completion of the prayers of the santri does not go directly out of the mosque but sits on each side in the mosque, shaf santriwan and santriwati separate cover cloth.

Gus Ilyas presided over the event and we followed the recitation of the sholawat ordered by Gus Ilyas.

This time sholawat the prophet to be read is the prophet salam alaika.

"Yes prophet salam alaika.."

"Yes the apostle salam alaika"

"Yes habib salam alaika"

"Sholawatullah alaika"

"Asyraqal Badru alaina"

"Fahtafat minhul buduuru"

"Mitsla husnik maaro aina"

"Khothu ya wajha suruuri"

"Anta shamsun anta Badrun"

"Anta nuurun fauqo nuuri"

"Anta iqsiru waghali?"

"The mishbahus sudhuri"

"Yes prophet salam alaika"

"Yes the apostle salam alaika"

"Yes habib salam alaika"

"Sholawatullah alaika"

The atmosphere in the mosque is very crowded by the sound of sholawat prophet.

I still remember in memory when reading a lecture from one of the preachers, that the prophet Muhammad Saw loved his people who obeyed the commandments of Allah and loved to recite sholawat for Him. May we all be among the people dear to our last prophet.

The show finished at nine p.m. After finishing reading sholawat the pilgrims enjoy the food and drink provided, then the event closed with prayers. The santriwan and santriwati have been allowed to rest in their respective dormitories.

Ayuk and I immediately returned home and went into their rooms to rest and would return to the mosque for morning prayers tomorrow.

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I went back to my daily duties teaching English materials. This time my schedule is class twelve A, equivalent to three High School.

After sitting down, then the class leader led his friends to say greetings and prayers.

"Rabbi zidni Ilman. wardzukni fakhman." they flocked to prayer.

And as I command, every English lesson every student should use English in every question they ask. In fact, I explain using English in a language that is simple and easy to understand.

This time I gave them the task to write their idol or idol artist who gave a positive impact and made the name of the Indonesian nation by using English. Can use the original dictionary not google searching.

"Assalamualaikum" said someone from the classroom door.

"Waalaikumussalam." answered me and the disciples.

Mr. Afghan entered the room. He is a sports teacher, it is natural that his body shape is very athletic and sturdy. His face was also handsome with dimples. And one more thing, she's still single.

"Sorry Bu Lilis interrupted his time for a while, the hours of his mother's sports lessons and not separated hours of rest. So I will tell students to immediately change uniforms with sports clothes after the lesson change hour is over, so that time is not exhausted by the reason for changing clothes. Especially for girls" said Mr. Afgan loudly so that all students hear.

"Yes sir." replied the students.

"I'm sorry ma'am, thank you for the time." Afgan walked out of class.

"Yes sir please." I replied with my eyes fixed on the ledger.

A bit distracted by his attitude that was like looking for an opportunity to approach me.

"Basar aja pak Afgan mode want to meet and caper with Bu Lilis" said one of the female students I accidentally heard.

"Yes, even though yesterday he was already upset with us and our law will be late to the field for changing clothes in the bathroom" said the other.

"Please be quiet don't be noisy.! Focus on the lesson." (Please be quiet don't make a fuss.! Focus on the lesson). Reveal me in a calm but firm tone. I don't like the commotion let alone sound bad about other people.

The class calmed down again, some students had already gathered the results of their duties.

I rate according to the way of writing, points, commas, core, and figures and achievements of figures in their writing.

The lesson change clock. I see the students are very happy because it means they do not have to bother thinking about the task from me.

"Finish the dormitory for PR, and collect it tomorrow at my room table" I said, which certainly made them a little upset. Let me teach them the meaning of responsibility. In order not to habitually buy time when given a task.

"Yahhh" said some students.

"Yes Bu Lilis is a grimace." replied one of the male students. Of course getting a fight from the students themselves is common. Given my age, I'm not far from them.

I walked to the madrasa. The teachers' lounge.

Dikantor looked lonely because the teachers were teaching in their respective classes.

I grabbed the bag and immediately returned home because my lesson hours were empty.

My goal after this is to go to college. In addition to being an English teacher I also studied civil engineering. Contrary to my profession which is an English teacher, I majored in civil engineering so that my ideals first who want to become an English teacher have been achieved, he said, I also achieved my second goal of becoming an architect. I don't know, the soul of the project is already inherent in you.

When I get home, I say hello and look for my mom. It turned out that he was in the room with his father, so I expressed the intention to talk just about civil engineering material.

I changed my teacher's uniform with an army tunic, a sponge skirt and a pashmina hijab. Prepare to go to campus.

"I have lunch and dhuhur prayers in the kampus." My mind.

"Lis, Lilis." said the mother as she knocked on the door.

"Yes ma'am, come in" answered me, who was wearing a headscarf.

"So your ayuk said Lilis nyari mother, why?" Ask the mother who is sitting on the side of my bed.

"No papa, want to talk about campus material Mom. If you bother later." I replied.

"Not bother mom, let's go to the room. I'm the same mom want to say something." said mom.

"Well, by the way, is ma'am really important?" Askaqua.

"Udah follow." answered him.

I immediately followed Mom to her room and Dad's room.

Looks like Dad has been sitting quietly holding a novel book about Islamic studies.

"Here Lis sits." Father invited me to sit on the sofa in the room. My mom and dad's room was pretty big.

I sat down near my mother.

"The release is mature, it's been twenty-two years, almost twenty-three" said Dad.

I nodded, as if understanding my father's direction.

"What age is the wedding planning?" Connect him.

"Yet, there are ideals that Lilis still wants to achieve well." I answered honestly.

"Actually I want to tell you something, Lilis remember the time of Akbar's recitation yesterday?" Ask Dad.

"Yes remember, why?" Answer curious.

"A lot of people come, including families from other boarding schools. And does Lilis remember that there were some Ustad who were single? Well one of them wants to propose to Lilis. The person is good, the science of religion is good, well established and given the advantages of a handsome face. What about Lilis?" Reveal dad slowly. Maybe I'm afraid I'll misrepresent.

"Mother wants Lilis to have a good, faithful, responsible soul mate. But for all that Lilis decided. Mom and Dad can only wish Lilis the best" she said.

I'm not ready to get married yet, but is it okay to reject someone's good intentions?

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