Love Shielded Risue
shielded by black clouds
Verdict hearing...
the cloudy sky began to drop water droplets in front.
Welcoming the sadness that he really does not want to show anyone. In addition to the Lord who holds the heart of man.
Both were bowed down to follow everything the judge said before them. All rules and procedures have been passed. And the time of the verdict.
The woman who wears the shar'i hijab knows. The man at the side occasionally looked at her. A sad look is also a question; why should it end this way?
It clearly seemed to be emitted. Istighfar lirih was also spoken on the lips. Along with the blow on his heart, which forced himself to give birth to the woman he loved so much.
But the familiar woman in Merr's greeting did not want to look. Don't want to see the husband's sad look again.
Rhythmically with his strong determination, He could no longer hold on. Divorce is a last resort, before re-scratched new wounds. While his heart was already full of wounds, which he knew when it would heal.
A marriage that has been on the road for five years, leaving only beautiful things in the first three years. The rest, only tears and wounds can never dry up. On the contrary, it increases and increases.
In spite of all that, this is not entirely the fault of the husband. Who choose polygamy.
A disease that he himself never wanted was in his body. He made her realize that she was not a perfect woman. Then, finding a new wife for the husband is an absolute decision as a way to give him the right of descent.
But from his decision? Never once did he think, would travel more heavily than his test of not being able to give offspring.
The sadness that he could not show, made him continue to be lashed with a sense of injustice.
Yeah, I'm the one who got hurt. Why am I always trying to cover up my grief? I'm the first one, why should I be the one positioned, in the back?
It's not about who loses, or who wins. Not who should be in front or behind.
It is not in polygamous law that both the first and second wives have equal rights.
At least a first wife who can not give the right of descent to her husband. What then must always understand, and be put aside in order to make the child happy from the second wife?
Now the divorce pledge has been said by Akhri, in front of witnesses and judges.
The weight of the taste, clearly visible from every word on the man's floor. Even after the completion of the trial, Akhri only said greetings and apologies many times.
His gaze was like refusing to meet each other with Merr's beautiful eyes. An ethnic Chinese woman. The Nualaf who chose to become a woman of the Solehah after her long journey in search of the pleasure of Allah.
Isn't every, the path taken is never smooth?
Every servant of God deserves a test. In accordance with his faith?
Like that is life. Whosoever vows to Allah that he will believe? Then you have to take the test first. According to each portion.
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Under the umbrella that covered his body. He took an uncertain step. In the midst of the rain, also the hustle and bustle of humans who both walk down the sidewalk with their respective umbrellas.
His soul was filled with emptiness, and deserted.
Wandering in long daydreams. Remembering the beautiful dreams he had in his life with his husband, and also their children. Without ever imagined will get to the point of divorce.
He is like the most dwarf creature. Gleamed by the big things around him that did not see his innocence.
Not only lost balance, but instantly shattered into pieces.
To make him think, that this is the end of everything. The dead end he saw ahead. As a sign he has lost.
Why does life seem to have no choice?
It feels so painful, and stifling.
long breaths are a sign that he is really tired. Even her tears could no longer represent the depth of her wounds. Smile snatched. Happiness disappears instantly.
When he now not only had to be ostracized from a large family. But now it is increasing. Separate with husband. The man who promised his body as a protective shield.
All that bullshit. In fact, now I really have become a kara.
He was still walking down the road, until the call of the Adhan was heard.
Merr stopped his steps, then turned to look at the mosque dome not far from where he stood. A single tear dripped from one corner of his eye.
Allahs...
He spoke the name of God in his troubled mind. It was as if the invitation to pray made him want to shed his tears right then and there.
His feet were still frozen, remembering the verse of God that he had read as a reinforcement of his heart all this time.
The woman lowered her head, because she was desperate for her destiny.
~ Hayya ‘alash shalaah ...
Hayya ‘alash shalaah ~
Back he raised his head. Along with the tears that came back.
Yeah, I'm not alone. God called me to complain.
Merr rubbed her tears gently. Drying her wet cheeks not because of rain water but rather comes from her beautiful neutrals.
~ Hayya ‘alal falaah ~
Allahs...
Mumbled again. The more her tears grew. It is as if he was reminded of the word of God.
do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Verily, there is no despair of the mercy of Allah except the unbelievers (Qs. Joseph verse 87)
Merr rubbed it again. Removing the traces of his current heartache.
Right, the best place to complain is the prostration.
For God never tires of hearing the groans of His servants. Never let any servant who raises his hands to heaven go home empty-handed.
Merr stepped foot, approaching the large mosque by the roadside. Before returning to his new home.
He should be in a strong state. Meet with God first, release all his sedu-sedu on the prostration.
After that, he will definitely be able to live everything well. The assurance of God's love, which will never leave His patient servant, will be a new strength for him.
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Assalamualaikum friends who are in the secret of Allah.may always be in good condition.
Thank God today I can update Maryam's novel.although I actually have no intention to write this novel, because I am afraid no one read 😅.
but, yeah, that's it. I give it all up to God. May Allah make it easy, can be smoothly updated until the end. The reader follows through to the end.
I say Marhaban yes Ramadan.safe fasting for all who run. I think that read all Muslims yes hehehe. if it is not because it is constrained by pain, hopefully it can be immediately healed if the menstrual period hopefully God loves the opportunity to replace it in the month of Shawwal Aamiin.
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okay I give you my visual version.
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(Merry Angela Chwa - Maryam Chwa)👇
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(Ustadz Akhri Mumtaz Zulkarnain) 👇
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(Habib Bilal Lutfi Asegaf) 👇
🌸🌸 Hope you like the Visual. Sorry for not matching, yeah. Happy reading.... 🥰🥰
