Hijrahku From Dating
part 56's

Not really, my vacation is a week away. That is, I have spent 3 weeks at home. I have finished reading 2 novels by Brother Sam. Ending novel entitled "Go Hijrah and Move Up!" happy ending. Where, the figure married a sholihah woman who was always loyal to attend the mosque and listen to the lecture of the figure. And it turns out, the woman is the ex-boyfriend of the character, who they had broken up because they both wanted to emigrate. On the last page of the novel "Go Hijrah and Move up!", the author gives a message like this :

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"The courtship only makes us lose. Already the tube of sin, plus not necessarily our soul mate. So, let's move up! Move up (according to the author) means to rise from heartache and will not repeat to date again. Do not move on, because moving on means we recover from heartbreak but ultimately dating again. That's not called hijrah. Yes, yuk! Forget ex! Seek the pleasure of Allah, establish oneself and be alone in obedience. Rather than being together in the service. Agreed? Go Hijrah and Move up!"

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Because of Brother Sam's novel, I've been very steady not to repeat the sin of dating again.

Kak Sam's other novel, titled "Hijabku Mahkotaku" tells the story of a woman who used to dress sexy and then got guidance, so he decided to hijab syar'i. The thickness of the novel "Hijabku Mahkotaku" is only half the thickness of the novel "Go Hijrah and Move up!". So, it only took me a week to read the novel "Hijabku Mahkotaku". Novels written by Kak Sam always accompanied the arguments of the Qur'an and Hadith, including the proposition about hijab. All this time my clothes were wrong. It has been veiled, but my clothes blm according to the shari'at. The correct shar'i clothing is a loose robe & hijab that extends all the way to the chest. Brother Sam's novel for me intends to change the appearance.

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This afternoon, Papa and Mama were busy with their laptops in the living room. I approached them and ventured to ask.

"Pa, Mama. Can Annisa not ask to be bought syar'i clothes? Anjisa think, what Annisa has been wearing, does not reflect the clothes of a Muslim woman," I said down, looking at the long-sleeved shirt and pencil pants I was wearing.

Papa approached me.

"MaasyaaAllaah, Son. You finally realized too. This is what Papa had been waiting for since long ago," said Papa while stroking my head.

I looked up my head, and I saw Papa's eyes glazed over, reflecting the joy of his tinge. My mother approached me and hugged me. I heard her sobs.

"You know what, honey? Papa the same Mama deliberately did not force you about your clothes. As long as we are still in the hijab, we let. We are waiting for you to find yourself and to seek the truth. That's our goal to put you in Sintia's boarding house. There, many are dressed in shari'i and we hope you will come to your senses by yourself. We are disappointed that you have not changed your mind. After Allah sent down His guidance, you asked also. Alhamdulillaah," explained Mama who greatly touched me.

My tears broke in my mother's arms.

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Next day.

*ting-tong-in.

The bell rings, a sign of a guest. I walked towards the door with a very happy feeling. I open door. Right I thought, the post office courier who brought Mama's order.

"This is Ma'am, the order" said the courier, putting a large plastic sheet on the floor.

"Oh yes, sir. Thank you," I said with a cheerful smile.

"Either. Please sign here, Ma'am," said the courier, handing me a piece of paper and a pen.

I signed the receipt, then returned the paper and pen to the courier. Then the courier passed from before me. I picked up the plastic containing the syar'i clothes that Mama ordered last night. But, objection. Soon, Mama came up to me and helped me lift the plastic. It was as if Mom knew I needed help.

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Wh-tok-tok!

My bedroom door was knocked. "Hoamh," I yawned, then read the do'a after I went to sleep.

With a shunt step, I stepped into the door and opened the canopy. Look, Mama is standing in front of me.

"First prayer first. Take a shower and get ready," Mama ordered.

"Where are you ready, Ma?" I asked while rubbing my eyes.

"You forgot, huh? Last night Mama said 'we will take part in the study of the Qur'an & As-Sunnah in the city center, '" replied Mama.

"Oh yes! Well, put on this new shirt, Ma. Alhamdulillaah," thank goodness.

My sleepiness was gone, remembering the first clothes I would wear today. Last night, I tried one by one the shari'i clothes bought by my two masters.

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I immediately carried out the duties of 2 raka'at, then rushed to take a bath. Before long, I was neat with a dark purple dress and a wide hijab set of matching colors. I looked in the mirror.

"The "Annisa is not the Annisa she used to be. Annisa wants to hijrah, Yaah Allaah. Bismillaah," I said.

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Seriate.