It's Not Wrong Mother Contains

Whispering of neighbors

dusk has been radiating, its reddish rays, the omens of the day will change with the night, the sounds of the night animals, began to sing with the merdunya, arrived I just heard my tantic voice, I heard my voice, my late mother's sister was at my uncle's house. Samar, I heard his chatter, I don't know what he's talking about, I'm not really listening..

I don't know!!! What demons, who again clung to my ears, with a faint and faint glance, I heard my name mentioned, whatever they were preaching. I pitched my hearing to clearly hear it,,,,, I,,,

That's Edel, knpa in the mulu house??? Ask my uncle's wife.

Don't know me, replied my uncle's wife.

do not want to die alone, life already does not know friends with neighbors..

I took my breath, and I said Istighfar, accidentally, the eyelid decorator, just fell down. Do they hate me so much??

come to me, I'm sworn to death. O God, what is wrong, and my sin, I sat down, in my cramped room, and comforted myself so that my heart would not hurt too much.

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The night was getting late, my son and husband, having fallen asleep at night, while I, still awake, somehow my eyes, were not friendly.

I take a slow breath, then stand up to take ablution, maybe in this way my heart, mind, and eyes, maybe can be friendly, I said, slowly.

""I stretched out the prayer rug, and then implied ihram, Allahhuakbar, the intention of praying the sunah, I read it in, in the heart. After performing the prayer, I worship Allah, in the middle of a quiet night,

*ask Him, that I, given strength, and fortitude, in the face of trials, and temptations.so that I do not misstep, in taking action, and do not forget, I plead with the maha, maha, who turned my heart back, so that my family, stop hating me.

***I have finished my prayer, because sleepiness has struck my eyes. Until, I slept until the next day..

Today I begin with Bissmillah, confer in my heart, that I may not be provoked, by the talk, which is not so important.

and, Alhamdulillah, until the evening before, I did not listen to the ravings that hurt...

Sachio, you want to go to the oma's??

Oma is my aunt.

Why ma?? Ask,,

anyway no need, if mama says no need, yes' no need, no need,

don't try it. My firmness..

*Since Sachio was a child, he understood what, what, what happened. And I didn't tell her that the oma, or my aunt, didn't like her mother.

Let it be, he doesn't deserve to know, because he's still too small.

feeling no, at the permission, Sachio began to say,

ma, then, I'd like to go teach you. I answered him yes already, change his clothes, then take ablution yes, yes,

he looked at me with disappointment, yes.

Actually, I can't bear to forbid my son, to go to my aunt's house.but I don't want to, they ask about me, whose end, the contempt they say, is in front of my son.

It's been over and over again, it's what they say, but I tepis, because in order for my son, not to know that they hate me.

I was pensive, arriving in shock, with a ringing sound, a flat object from my feet.

Hello,,,

where are you???

As usual my brother asked like yesterday like a detective. I answered him according to the question he asked.

Then at the end of the conversation he began to ask about my husband..