Love Shielded Risue

in lamar

Tonight after isya. They gathered at the mosque, as witnesses. The birth of a new Muslim.

Merry shahadah, in front of Pak kyai Muklis as well as other scholars.

Bright skies decorate the earth. Strewed with sparkling stars.

A heart-shaking voice, he was saying confidently. Until now the girl has embraced Islam.

Just the advice Kyai Mukhlis gave. Merry's name was changed to Maryam, and lost the name Angela in the middle, but still pin the name Chwa on the back. Merr himself does not mind, he still likes his new name and will use that name in his new ID card later.

While the name Merry only he kept in memory as a prayer from his parents first. When he was just born.

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For three months she lived as a Muslim woman. Mary felt her heart calm. Live in the midst of the saints who receive them very openly.

Since changing beliefs. None of his family members were to side with him or maybe just ask him the news via chat messages.

Although He had tried several times to come to them, but rejection for rejection he still got.

Disguised himself as the cause of Mami's death. Also Papi's psychic condition.

Now he just keeps trying to ask for forgiveness from the almighty. May Allah be pleased. Facilitate every journey of his life as a Muslim.

It's okay, he still doesn't regret his decision. For him, choosing religious beliefs is the right of every individual. While Islam is the right one for him to make a choice.

Tonight, in the holy month of Ramadan as a Muslim. The girl had just finished the Qur'an in the Abdul Aziz mosque, along with Arshila and other santriwati.

Since I decided to embrace Islam. He chose to live near the boarding house. He said; let it be more able to strengthen the faith alone.

Arshila closed her Qur'an and turned her head. In his view Maryam who was also kissing her Qur'an then turned her head as well.

"Why smile?" Maryam felt these two days her best friend looked strange. But this time he asked, usually he did not care. Arshila laughed as she closed her mouth. "Why, anyway? You don't make me cringe."

"No papa. Cuman, I guess. Someone wants you to get married, huh."

"What!!" Astounded. Immediately on Maryam's lips by her. Because his voice was very loud.

"Don't be loud, surprise her." Arshila. Although the mosque has begun to be quiet but there are still some people there. He again released his hand that had silenced Maryam's mouth earlier.

"What did you say? That's a lot of fun."

"I'm serious!" Smile again. Even now he is touching both cheeks imagining the romantic story of a halal couple. "MashaAllah .. Moreover He is a Soleh man. Huhuhuhu."

"Don't imagine! Sins later." Maryam menoel slim waist Arshila while shaking her head. His friend laughed again.

"But I said it really."

Maryam didn't listen, she just improved. He folded his face and put the Qur'an on the shelf. After that walk out through the side door. Which is intended for female pilgrims.

"Merr–" Arshila chased after her, but stopped immediately when she saw Maryam accidentally hit Akhri's arm which also passed through the road. Move quickly, covering his mouth with both hands. It's nice not to see the view ahead.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, Ustadz." Maryam lowered her gaze. Take two steps back. While Akhri only nodded once then continued his steps. While smiling knot.

Mary sighed, she took back her fallen face. Not to mention receiving a blow from his friend.

"Oh my God, Arshila! ngagetin tau–"

Arshila Nyengir jail, "Cieyeeeeee ..."

"Just say cieeee. Huh!" Led again.

"Any .. it's not clear you." Maryam was just a head shake. Don't wanna get dizzy. Because He did not understand such codes from Arshila.

Until he got the answer directly from Kyai Mukhlis after the holiday. He proposed to Maryam for her only son from her first wife, Ustadz Akhri Mumtaz Zulkarnain.

The girl was pensive, she never knew the man clearly. Because he never paid attention.

"How about, son of Maryam?"

The girl raised her head. "I can ask for time, right? To be honest, I still doubt my faith. Moreover, ustadz Akhri was a hafidz. Is it not wrong to choose me who is new to Islam."

Kyai Mukhlis smiled. "What the child has decided, has gone through a lot of consideration. Of course Abah gave me a chance, son Maryam to think too. Take as long as possible what Ananda needs. Yes .. less than one month. Don't forget to pray at night," he said wisely, before finally switching the conversation to another.

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For days, Maryam was confused.

He has been praying Istikharah for several weeks. Until he accidentally passed each other again in the corridor.

He was going to go to Nyai Salma's class. His mother Ustadz Akhri to take part in a special study of women.

Surprisingly, this meeting was different. Those who don't care usually get nervous.

If there was another way, I'd like to turn it around. However, through which. Time yes turn around.

Step slowed. Head lowered. Really did not dare to look at the man who was getting closer towards him.

Until finally passed, without saying anything.

"Dik–" right behind Maryam, the man called. Maryam stopped her steps. "Will you have to wait for the answer until when?"

Oh Allah ... What should I answer?

"You don't feel burdened, yeah. You can reject me." Akhri turned his head slightly back, making sure the girl was still behind him.

Maryam who was still filled with nervousness sighed.

"Why should I? A–what is the reason for choosing me. Many are, they are more righteous."

Akhri smiles. He was happy, because this was his first time talking directly to Maryam.

"No one can resist. When the heart had made a choice," she replied, leaving Mary stunned. "I'm just a human being, I also have an interest in the opposite sex."

"What made Ustadz interested in me? Don't tell me just because it looks. To me, it's cliche." Cut firmly.

"No, really not because of that. I know you are interesting about looks and looks. But that's not why I admire you. Godgend."

Maryam gulps. Both of his hands were cold. He wanted to escape immediately and stay away from Ustadz Akhri. But he did not dare.

"You're such a beautiful star, for me. I'm not preaching you for no reason. It's not because he's an unprofessional teacher. But your tough attitude embraces this religion with everything that happens to you. It amazes me and wants to protect you. Can't I be your priest?"

Maryam is getting more and more confused. He could answer nothing but silence. Squeezing the book in his arms.

"Astagfirullah al'azim" murmured exclaimed Ustadz Akhri who was still heard by Maryam. "I'll excuse you, assalamualaikum."

He just passed by. Leaving the ice in Maryam. The girl then turned her head back, saw the tall body wrapped in Koko and the white-colored sheath was getting away. It disappeared when he turned to the left.

Akhri Ustadz.... His lips smiled thinly. He felt his chest pounding. Mumbled Istighfar and continued his steps with a feeling of happiness.