Bad Girl Insyaf's
CHAPTER 2

[It is better to be insulted in obedience than to be praised in obedience.] #BAZ

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Just thought about taking off the hijab and coming back to how she used to be when Hafsha was feeling lonely. All his gang friends went away and now instead joined the Chelsea gang because they feel sick and continue to be invited by Hafsha to repent.

Hafsha's parents were busy, all the friends were away from him, even with the neighbors. When you see the changes in Hafsha that are so fast, some are afraid. However, some are also happy with the change in attitude and appearance of Hafsha.

Hafsha paced back and forth behind the bedroom door as she was about to leave for school. "Well, how about it, did I just take off the hijab? It feels so heavy, so quiet. Shunned all friends. Not to mention when they heard their blasphemy that was getting out of control," he murmured. When the bad thoughts came back to haunt him.

"No. I can't lose this demon whisper. Hafsha, you must be strong!" He tried to strengthen himself while closing his eyes and holding his chest. Hope the worries that shook his faith disappear. But not he was getting more confused. Keep monologuing yourself behind the bedroom door.

"Take off the hijab only time? Eum, not Hafsha! But ...."

In the midst of confusion Hafsha decided to ask for his advice. Then he sent a message via WhatsApp asking for advice on how to get his heart back serene.

[Asalamu'alaikum, Ustaz? Afwan interfered this early in the morning. Hafsha was again struck by turmoil. The desire to remove the hijab comes back to haunt. What should Hafsha do, Ustaz?]

Hafsha enthusiastically awaits reply to messages from Ustaz. After two check that was originally gray changed color to blue, and there is a notification that the ustaz is typing.

Sure enough before long the message from ustaz came in and was read by Hafsha.

[Wa'alaikum. Not bothering you. This happens again to be relaxing. If my advice, do not let go of the hijab. You have to be strong and try to brush off those bad thoughts.]

Hafsha still did not calm his heart. Again, he poured out uneg-uneg that still stuck in the heart.

[But Ustaz, since I wore the hijab all my friends and friends, stayed away from me. I can't do it, Ustaz. I feel alone.]

[One form of God's love for us is to keep us away from people who are not good for us. Even though we love him so much.]

After reading the reply from the ustaz Hafsha's heart began to calm down a little.

[Being happy is about the soul. Not just together. If you feel lonely, feel alone. Remember that there is a God always there for you.]

Hafsha nodded in understanding. Now his initially shaky heart returned to calm and his belief to pursue the path of hijrah again strengthened.

[Alhamdulillah. Now my heart is much more peaceful. Thank you Ustaz, for your time and advice. Ovalamu'alaikum.]

[Together. Wa'alaikumussalam.]

Then Hafsha went to school with a face and a steady heart.

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"Sha, this is an invitation for Elo. Coming, yes!" pinta Lena, offering an invitation.

"What's this for, Len?"

"That's my birthday invitation. Don't miss it, yeah!" Hafsha hopes to come to her birthday party. With that Lena hopes the friendship relationship that she has knitted since Junior High can be re-established.

"Eum, God willing, Len. I can't make an appointment and I might not be able to come."

"Ah, elo no longer cool, Sha." Lena left Hafsha, grumbling. Disillusioned.

"I'm sorry friend, if I'm not as good as I used to be" he muttered.Hafsha looked down sadly observing the invitation to know in his hand.

Sitting in a long chair located on the school terrace. His heart trembled again when he remembered his Fun with his friends when attending the celebration of Sela's birthday last year. Before he emigrated. There he party until morning, laughing together. Those beautiful memories danced in his memory.

So that the mind arises to go back to doing it with his friends.

"No. I can't come to a kayak event like that. Events like that do a lot of harm. After all, he added that age is actually not to be celebrated but must be a lot of reflection and introspection. Increasing age means getting closer to death, right?" Hafsha muttered as he looked straight ahead.

Then he stupefied. Dilemmas.  On the other hand he sought to educate himself to obey the commandments of God. Stay away from what might not be beneficial to him. On the other hand his soul was in revolt wanting to return to what it used to be. He misses being with his gang.

Hijrah is easy and hard and heavy.

Istiqomah means to be strong in aqidah consistent in worship.

Weight.

A person's faith is like a game of teeter. Sometimes up, sometimes down.

Whatever it is, we have to try to keep it. It hard. Indeed indeed. But, we should be able to. Bismillah.

Hafsha sighed longing for something stuck in his chest to come out, and he returned to peace. Distighfar in his heart became an option for him to calm down.

"Hey, don't daydream! Later on!"

Hafsha turned to the source of the voice. He couldn't believe it when he saw who was sitting next to him. His heart was unsettled.

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