YOUR SALAM IS MY DOWER
Unbeknownst to him (Aras)
The sunlight in the Turkish sky in the morning glittered, followed by the chirping of birds that began to come out of the nest for food, the wind of the aroma of flowers blooming in this season so spoil the sense of smell, so spoil the smell, fresh air is like giving peace in the soul.
This morning at 06:00 is Sunday, where all office and lecture activities are closed,
I decided to take a morning walk on my bike around the Turkish city of my birth.
I paddle my bike split the Turkish road, to the west, I comb the road on the edge of the river kizilirmak with a treat of high buildings broken white owned by Turkish 2nd person, standing firmly neatly decorated the city of Turkey.
A week after the incident at Blue lagoon beach, and my conversation with adinka last time made our relationship improve, I taught as usual, and adinka also did her activities as before, as before, of course I asked emre, serikan and fika adinka friends to keep the incident in blue lagoon beach kemaren, to keep my good name and good name adinka itself.
about 10 minutes I was pedaling a bicycle, I decided to sit on a bench on the bank of the river kizilirmak, the water was flowing but it looked calm and I saw people walking with their respective partners hand in hand, most of them middle-aged couples, but still looking friendly , it is a dream to live a harmonious and peaceful life as a couple until old age .
" I'm sorry Prof, the only way we can be together is when the prof is self-Islamic".
The words adinka that night on the blue lagoon beach ringed in my mind,
it feels when I remember his words I became someone who was so devastated, so craved but could not have it completely, he said,
" do I have to forget my love for him? or will I keep fighting for it?.
it feels so torturous to my mind,
her charms have drugged me so deeply, the shade of her face and her simplicity make me unable to let go.
Lord...
can you just make me amnesiac? so that I can forget Adinka without remembering a bit about her?
or do I have to fight for it ?
could it be that I could have her after I know her God?
I will sacrifice so that I can be with him.
is this how I feel about him so that my rational is lost somewhere?
Unconsciously my tears escaped my eyes, without excuse and giving me the ointment to fall down, "I am a man and I cry "
I nodded as my wet eyes stared in any direction,.
" if you love her, fight for her"
there are whispers from within me that are present filling my mind.
I took a deep breath for a moment my heart spoke "
****what's wrong if I study Islam, haven't I started believing in God?why don't I just study the religion that Adinka believes in?
the shade of her face that drugged me could be that because she is a woman of understanding who obeys her God.
his calmness and strength in the face of any problem may be a gift from his Lord.
hmm. well I will try to learn his religion****.
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Today I went to the library to find a book about Islam,
when I entered the library, I saw a woman who was also like Adinka, wearing a head covering,
I picked up some books about the religion of Islam, and also searched through google everything I had to learn first before deciding to believe in the religion of Islam, but from books and google there are some things that I do not understand, my intelligent brain is lost control and can not answer for my confusion.
then I decided to visit a mosque in Turkey, maybe there's someone who can answer all the questions I want to know.
The next day I took a bicycle to a mosque not far from the campus where I was teaching.
10 Minutes I was in front of the mosque, there weren't many people there,
I read the name of the mosque written in Turkish 'Mosjid agung mardin'
I stepped foot confidently, as my foot stepped on the courtyard of the mosque I saw there was a box made of small glass using a locked padlock, inside there was a sum of money .
it says charity box in Turkish, and then I put 50 liras into it.
after I entered the mosque, I saw a young man tidying up their prayer utensils,
then I asked him who I could meet to ask about Islam,
" Hey.i am Aras aydin, I said introduce myself.is there anyone who can meet to ask about Islam ?
" Hey,, I'll send him back, please,.
oh. well wait a minute, please you sit here I'll call the person you're looking for.
Alkan passed, then came a tall sturdy man about 178 cm, wearing a gray cloak, and in using a head covering whatever the name.
" Merhaba, he said as he shook my hand warmly,
" i am imam mehmet, the imam of this mosque
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" let me know Aras aydin, one of the young lecturers at the Ankara faculty, smiling back at his handshake.
" Priest,, is it ,,,? I was stunned to hear a word I had never heard before.
" The Imam is the leader of the prayer ,
in Islam, prayers are performed five times a day, the answer is like knowing my desire to learn Islam.
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