Hijrahku From Dating
part 59's
Four years later. I have completed my studies at UGM very smoothly. I have graduated with a fairly high GPA, which is 3.8. Happy always looks on my heart because I keep trying to learn diligently. Although the insults of my classmates are not uncommon to choke my chest, forcing me to shed tears. The bitterness and pain of the test further strengthened my hijrah. But all that has passed. Now, I have returned to Garut with a Bachelor's degree. More precisely, Bachelor of Economics. It all feels like a dream!
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Mentari still shyly groped himself. I stared at the noble piece of cloth in my hand. A veil that Mama bought recently. Of course it's a package with the shar'i clothes I'm wearing. I look in the mirror with pleasure, haru, and fear.
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"Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiimbali. Ridhailah hijrah I am Allaah. Today, my first day of writing. I have known his knowledge for a long time since studying. The veil is the covering of the beauty of Muslim women, the slander door cover of the male ajnabi. I've been thinking about it for days. I want to help the Brotherhood lower its views. I decided today I started making out and I had to be ready whatever the risk," I said.
I tied the veil to my face with a steady feeling. I immediately took my bag and headed out to the car. Papa & Mama were waiting for me to go to the study at the city mosque which was held once a week. Papa and Mama smiled happy to see me who had been steady veiled.
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Wisdom. That is the atmosphere that enveloped the entire mosque for two hours following the study. With focus, I recorded every gist of Ustadz's lecture on the pulpit. After the study, I walked to the women's toilet to wash my face so that my drowsiness disappeared. When I finished, I reflected near the woman's sink outside the toilet. I put my veil back in the mirror. Someone greeted me and I seemed to know him. But who is it? Because his face was covered in a veil.
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"Assalaamu'alaikum ukhty" he said.
"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Does ana know any of Anty?" I asked while looking into his eyes.
He opened his veil and I was very surprised.
"MaashaaAllaah! Melies? This... This you?" I just can't believe it.
"Yes. You're Annisa, right?" ask Meli.
I opened my veil.
"Alhamdulillaah," said Mei and meli simultaneously.
Reflexes, we hugged each other. We cry, we cry happy. Between disbelief and being very happy to see my best friend emigrate.
"Where are you going? We haven't seen you in a long time?" my many.
"I'm sorry. I have been deliberately hiding from you because .. because I am not ready if you refuse my hijrah" Meli replied.
"How do you know I'm in this assembly?" my many.
"I just found out today. It turns out that all this time, we are one assembly" replied Meli.
"MaaaaAllaah. We used to be ignorant together. Now, we're moving in together," I said.
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Today, my family and I attended the Walimatul 'ursy Kak Sam & Mbak Irma event at a hotel in Garut. Finally, Sam found his soul mate. I'm grateful to have managed to become the intermediary that connected Brother Sam and Ms. Irma to berta'aruf a week ago. Meli and her family were also invited because of Meli's neighbor Ms. Irma.
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Qobul ijab & meal-eating event has been completed. The venue of the guests at the wedding of Kak Sam & Mbak Irma is arranged infishol, which is separate between men and women with a veil. Same with the separate bride. Brother Sam was in front of the male guests, while Sister Irma was in front of the female guests. Ms. Irma is very beautiful, wearing a white wedding dress that shar'i, a matching color hijab and a white veil on her face.
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"Baarakallaahu laka wa baaraka 'alaika wa jama'a bainakumaa fii khoir. Congratulations Sam & Brother Irma. Smg samawa," I said.
"Aamiin," do'a Brother Sam & Sister Irma together.
"Mbak wants a surprise for you" Irma said.
"What surprise, Ma'am?" my many.
"Look at who came" said Ms Irma.
Four men set foot on me.
"Rise? Diana's? The dimas? And this... Dimas' wife?" I don't believe it, because Dimas was holding a veiled newspaper.
"Yes. This is Vina," Dimas explained.
"MaashaaAllaah!" I said I don't believe.
Tears escaped from the corner of my retina. Vina hugged me.
"I'm sorry for never ignoring your advice. Now I'm nyesel. A month since we graduated, I was invited by my parents to study. Dimas and I became afraid to date, and decided to get married because they did not want to save sin. Dimas told me to make a veil. As a wife, I obey. Madam Irma has told me all about you. I'm sorry I didn't get married, I'm ashamed of you" Vina said, sobbing.
"Udah-ud. It's all over. I'm sorry about you. Hidayah can say hello to anyone. Alhamdulillaah, I see you moving. Recognize, this is Meli, my best friend from High School. He was also a dating activist. But he's been moving since college at UIN," I said as I took off Vina's embrace.
Vina shook hands with Meli & sat next to Meli.
"It's Diana?" I was surprised to see Diana who had hijab syar'i.
Diana hugged me. Our crying broke.
"I'm sorry it's all my fault for you, Nis. Since I moved to Bandung, Bangkit also moved to Bandung. We got married and Risen led me to hijab. We are doing research in Jakarta. We're one assembly with Meli. But we're still embarrassed to call & ask how you are" Diana said.
"Alhamdulillaahafemore. I forgive you" I said.
"I heard you're Roy's ex, too, huh?" diana asked as she took off her embrace.
I'm nodding.
"Maybe you used to think, I got Roy because I got up. Nope. But because Roy took me for adultery. I rejected it outright," said Diana.
"That's what he chats to me, too. And that's the danger of dating" I said.
Diana sat down beside me. Dimas & Rise sitting next to Brother Sam.
"Being here single is just Annisa & Meli, huh?" ledek Kak Sam's.
"No, yeah! I'll be applying soon to Brother Fadil!" bela Meli's.
I glared at Meli & smiled at her. Finally, Meli made a match with her loved ones in a halal way.
"Annisa wants to focus on working in Bekasi first, sister. At Bank Syari'ah in the house of Kak Sam in Bekasi. Annisa is very happy today. Meet friends who used to be ignorant together and now we move together," I replied.
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