The Woman of Heaven the Angel of the World

Chapters 1.1

...وَاَ نَّهٗ هُوَ اَضْحَكَ وَاَ بْكٰى ...

..."And it is He who makes people laugh and cry,"...

...(.(.QS. An-Najm 53: Verse 43)...

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My name is Aisha Rumaisha, called Aish. This year I turned 18 and was in private high school in my town.

Unlike my Islamic and well-meaning name, I am a girl who does not like to be bound and loves freedom. I don't want to follow rules that I think are honestly harming myself like closing the aurat or wearing a hijab for example.

Understand, really. Surely you will think that I am a crazy and naughty girl because closing the law is a command from God that must have good for myself.

But hey, hey,

That kindness I really didn't expect. Well, in a sense without even closing the aurat I still get the good for myself.

By the way we're talking about beauty, okay.

To be honest, I don't want to look pretentious or feel pretentious in front of you but this is how it is, I was born with a pretty face that can't help but make you jealous.

My age is young but the man who has expressed his interest in me has all stretched from my underclassman to a working adult male. Ugh, I have absolutely no interest in messing with them because I am a loyal girl.

Right, once!

I already have a lover. We were in the same school and the same school year but lived in different classes. If he is an IPA child, a child who is glorified because of their intelligence, then I am in an IPS class, where the residents are always misunderstood and get a bad impression from the teachers.

Ugh, to be honest what the teacher thought was not wrong. The kids in my own class tend to be free and want freedom just as much as I do.

But I wonder if freedom is wrong?

If not, then why do I and the others always get viewed wrong and get a bad impression?

If so, then why did God create freedom in this world?

I'm having trouble understanding it.

Oh, let's go back to the topic of the conversation about closing the aurat or using the hijab. We talk about this seriously and make sense without the need to use emotions.

Well, God created women with beauty and God also loves beauty. So I conclude from here if women are creatures that God loves very much because women are created with a beautiful face, perfect body shape, and have gentle affection.

Yes, God created women with His abundant love. Why should we women hide this beauty?

Why should we cover the beauty that God has given us?

Shouldn't we show it to everyone that this is us, the creatures that God beautifully created instead of hiding from view?

Oh, the pretenders around me once said that this was to protect myself from the evils and evil views of men.

Oh, mercy. Don't say that again. The evil look in question is the amazed look of the men and I think it's fine. Then, talk about orgasm. I think it depends on each other's intelligence. If you are stupid then you will give your pride to men but if you are intelligent, you will never want to do it because it is your honor as a woman

This is also for me, even though I want to be free and have a lover, but I have never acted foolishly handing over my honor to him. Because I personally really appreciate a wedding.

Surely, it would be good if it was a once-in-a-lifetime marriage.

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Ah, that annoying voice again. Do you know who the owner of that annoying voice is? No?

All right, let me tell you.

She's Aira Zahira, my sister from a different mother. My age and age are only a few months apart, this is the most annoying side.

Whahuh?

No, don't misunderstand me. My mom doesn't know if Dad's secretly married behind her. If I didn't hear wrong Dad was forced to marry Mama because of Grandpa's request and unfortunately, my mom always thought that Dad loved her.

Until Mama found out that Dad had another wife out there. The marriage of the father and the woman has been known by all members of the family of the Father except Mama for sure. My mother was heartbroken, she felt stupid because in that house she was the only one who didn't know the truth. He was further crushed when he saw Dad's second wife holding a baby. Just look at Mama knew that the baby was almost the same age as me, 2 years old, when I was 2 years old.

Because of that problem my mother became depressed but she never told Dad that she already knew everything. My mother acted as if she knew nothing but her mental health continued to deteriorate day by day.

Until one day Mama couldn't hold it all anymore and breathed out right when I was 3 years old.

Hahaha, this is painful but the most torturous thing is that after 5 days of Mama's departure, Dad came home with the woman and the child, cruel.

Aren't they too cruel?

I think they should be able to wait a few more weeks until the mourning atmosphere is over. But they were too impatient and became the subject of ridicule from the Mama's family.

Hah, now you know why I don't think Aira sucks?

"Sir Aish is awake? Dad said Aish must come downstairs to have breakfast together." Her innocent snobs are really disturbing.

Just like her mother, Aira was a very cunning girl!

She was often kind, as if she was a good child and she was also often innocent, as if she was a pure and ignorant girl.

Ugh, isn't he more worthy of being called a fox man?

"Sister Aish-"

"Shut up!" Shouts annoyed.

Oh my gosh, why does he so love to play as if we are very familiar people?

Irritating!

"Dad and Mommy said Brother Aish had to come downstairs for breakfast." His voice squeaked from behind the door.

I took a deep breath. Took my school bag that was on the dresser and relayed it to my back.

"Go, I'll be right up." Dispel me while paying attention to my appearance in front of my room mirror.

Ugh, how beautiful I am. Even I myself cannot turn my face away from the mirror, hehe..

"Okay, Brother Aish."