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Anastasia Eveline

Iqbal___ Stories about Anastasia Eveline

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Her name is Anastasia Eveline. A converted woman who has now become a wife and mother to my children. A woman who has a million stories to tell.

He is a convert...

Being and living in an Islamic environment makes him always interested and always want to know about the religion of Islam. His interest even made him learn religion from people around him secretly. And once also he learned the Quran to memorize short verses with their meaning.

At the age of 12 years, the woman who used to greet Elin had the determination in her heart to follow the teachings of Islam. But there was a little fear as he always remembered what consequences he would receive later.

Until one day, the teenage girl accidentally woke up at dawn. It is common to listen to the adhan that is chanted in his home region. But that shabuh, his heart was like shaking. He was crying for no reason.

And in the morning, Elin secretly ran away to the mosque. There he said his wish. From the heart, not because of coercion from others.

So almost nine in the morning, he confidently recited the shahada. Witness that there is no God but Allah and Prophet Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah. Yes, at the age of 12 he became a convert.

So when he arrived at home, he would not want to convey the truth that had just happened to his parents. Although he was afraid, but his heart insisted on telling the truth and assured that no matter what happened there was a God who was always with him.

And in fact, all the negative thoughts about the response of both parents are wrong. The two of them actually with legowo accept Elin's decision, although there is a little disappointment.but whatever the princess chooses as long as it is according to Elin is right then they can not force. Because it involves a belief in the heart.

As she grew older, Elin always tried to practice her new religion obediently. And his trust endures until now and hopefully until the end of his life.

He said that one day he was 25 years old. He's looking for a job. I want to live as an independent woman. And coincidentally, at the same time I was in need of a secretary. On condition that if a woman, she must wear closed clothes to cover the aurat during work.

Elin came, she applied for a job back then. And I accepted it.

Every day has become commonplace when I have to pick Aluna up home from school, take her home to change clothes and take her to the office for me to take care of there. At first it felt heavy. Not after Elin's presence.

He, happily invited Aluna to play without reducing the quality of his work performance. She calmed Aluna down when my daughter started whining, crying or getting bored. And so, Aluna is like getting a new mother.

As the days changed, 5 months passed by Aluna and Elin like a mother and child who could not be separated. Even I asked in wonder, "Why can in such a short time Aluna get that close to a person who was a stranger and completely unknown before."

But my mind always answered, maybe because Elin did give her affection and sincerity while with Aluna.

Until one night, Aluna expressed her desire to have a new mother. She asked "Dad, can Aunt Elin be the Mother for Aluna??"

And at that time, I believed that Aluna really needed a mother. In fact, everything I did could not replace the position of a mother and father for him.

Every night, my daughter asks me the same thing. Many times he told me about him being jealous of his friends. Which is always in between his mother, always brought her mother's food, always sleep with her mother.

"Then Dad, is Aluna also not worthy of it all? Is Aluna also not allowed to feel what Aluna's friends feel?"

Questions, which made my mouth shut. You deserve my son, yes you deserve your mother's love back. You deserve to be happy, you deserve to feel what your friends feel.

That day, I started trying to love Elin. Although it was difficult, because Lina was still so attached to this heart. Many times I pray, may Allah give way and always make it easy.

I still remember the date, July 8th I proposed to Elin. Three months later we got married.

Does that mean Lina's position is being replaced? Nah! Until whenever Lina will never be replaced in the slightest. In my heart and in my life.

Lina and Elin, they both have the same standing and position in this heart. As a great woman who means something in my life. Iqbal Life.

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At midnight Iqbal walked towards Aluna's room. He paused for a moment, hearing the noise from outside. His hand moved to hold the doorknob, then opened it slowly.

Straight with that, his nether saw Aluna who was sitting on the mattress with her arms around something. Iqbal began to enter, slowly stepping closer to the princess. His hand raised stroked the top of Aluna's head that was not wrapped in hijab at this time.

The woman looked up, looking at who had just come with her eyes.

"Why?" Ask Iqbal.

However, without answering Iqbal already knew when his eyes saw an old photo in which there is a photo of him, Lina and Aluna as a child.

"Same miss Mother??"

Aluna nodded. "Bangetpus. I'd like to see mommy yeah hiks,,,"

Holding back that miss is indeed tight. Especially when the longing has peaked but there is no way at all we can do to meet. And perhaps, the way to channel that longing is prayer and tears as a witness.

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The next morning the two couples were at the dinner table. One was eating food, the other was preparing breakfast for Aluna.

"Aluna why haven't you come down yet?" Ask Iqbal.

"Ga tau ya mas. I'll call you for a second..." Elin walked up the stairs, towards a room on the second floor.

Tok tok!

"Aluna, come down and have breakfast first. It's almost seven o'clock, don't you have any luck going to the hospital?!"

Tok tok!

"Aluna, let's have breakfast baby!"

Tok tok!

"Lun..are you in the dalem?"

Feeling no response at all, Elin decided to open the door. His eyes were looking for Aluna's presence. Feeling that there was no one, he walked towards the bathroom. Open it, but there is no one in it.

He quickly rushed out. "Mas!" Call him from upstairs.

Iqbal who heard the call immediately looked up. "Mas Aluna ain't in the room."

"Related you?" Ask Iqbal.

"Yes. Where's she going??"

Iqbal was silent for a moment. "Let's go upstairs, let's go downstairs." The break was nodded by the wife. Both of them are busy.

After making sure there was no one on the second floor, Elin went back downstairs. Waiting for Iqbal in the living room. A few minutes later, her husband showed up. Not yet asked the question, but Iqbal already shook his head first.

"Aluna doesn't exist. The bike's still in the garage."

"Well then, where did Aluna go?" Elin asked in confusion. Aluna doesn't usually disappear. Most if you want to go, the girl always asks for permission first.

Not staying silent, the middle-aged man called Aluna. Hoping for his daughter to lift. The gap rang, but unfortunately it was left in the room.

Iqbal. His memory was in the middle of the night. "Let's come!!"

Elin was a little shocked. "Where?"

"To Lina's grave."

"Ngapain mas?" Hurriedly following Iqbal out of the house, Elin still asked a puzzled question.

When the two entered the car, Iqbal replied. "Listen, last night Aluna cried with Lina. Maybe now he's in the tomb."

Elin was silent. "But her grave is not far from here. Why don't you go to the tomb with a motorbike?"

"Maybe Aluna pesen ojol. You were just put on it for a minute. It's not focused."

Hearing that, Elin immediately shut her mouth tightly. On the way, no one spoke up. Arriving there, the couple quickly passed one by one tomb.

Both steps stopped. Each one gave a view.

Iqbal sighed in anger that what he was looking for did not exist. It's quiet here too. "If he's not here, where is he?"

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