Angel Surgaku (Female Halalku)
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why does my heart refuse to change?

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I don't know how hard this heart is so that when hidayah comes knocking, I never open the door for her to enter.

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Somehow this heart is very difficult to leave bad habits, not to reduce but even added again and again.

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Somehow these eyes always refer to the temporary wisdom of the world, without even a single glance at the Hereafter which is eternal and eternal forever.

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I don't know why this self always refuses to be friends with those whose morals are much better than this self.

What the hell is going on?

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I don't know why the feet want to be so light as to step into the mundane relationship .

But it is very heavy to step up to follow Islamic studies.

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What do I want?

Eternal in the fire of hell?

Or

Living happily in heaven?

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Happy Reading's..

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Adam ate in silence with Nabila sitting beside him. When he finished, Adam asked.

"You ain't eating?" Nabila.

"Today afternoon"

"I don't usually eat Dam's mallem" Adam nodded in understanding.

"Later Bada Isya I want to go to the mosque. You wanna come?"

"Engga. I'm at home, Dam. Then I'm praying by myself huh?" Adam smiled and shook his head.

"I pray at home, with you" he replied slowly.

"Ahh, understanding husband" praised Nabila.

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The terrace of Al-Iqra mosque.

"Where's Adam Bar?" Akbar who was justifying his skull looked back, saw his graceful face Risti. Akbar's smile instantly expanded.

"Later abis pray Isya Ka Adam here kok Ris"

"Ohh, prayers at his house?" Akbar nodded. Risti was a little pouted hearing that. Because Adam must always be with Nabila now, and Risti was very sure they both had loved each other. Maybe Nabila only considers jokes when he knows Risti likes the figure of Adam.

"Oh yes Bar. Meeting later malem I can not come, want to the thanksgiving of his new house Temen Abi, Bar"

"Yes Ris, I'll take it. The cart section for Baksos after tomorrow already exists. It's just the route that I don't think is meticulous"

"Emm, yes Bar. I wudhu first huh" Risti gave half a smile to Akbar and then went to take ablution water.

"Bar's girlfriend? He said he wouldn't date" taunted a man who was outside the mosque's fence.

"Eh lo Rif, pray?" tanya Akbar without answering the question Rifqi - his classmate Akbar-men.

"Well, I want to go futsal. Keep watching you talk to the girl again. Your girlfriend huh? Uh, if it's not one of Mira's children, right?"

"Yes. But it's not my girlfriend, there's no such thing as dating! Lo futsal keeps, stop by his mosque when?" sindir Akbar's.

"Yes eelah. Love lo jomlo?, what do you do? Haha. I will pray at home anyway, relax" Akbar shook his head.

"I did not do it, but I did what my Lord said"

"Why should you relax? This is the Adhan of Isya loh, pray again congregational prayer. Mending lo pray here first, late futsal no problem times. Lagian you should learn a lot, 4 more months UN" continued Akbar. Rifqi was a little silent while thinking.

"Yes, I prayed at the bar, you said. Last time I stopped by the mosque when Iedul Adha prayed. My shame"

"You need to be ashamed. Shame on it, age increases but charity does not increase" Rifqi smiled and turned his body, walked towards the gate of the mosque and approached Akbar.