Hijrah The Love

Hijrah The Love
28.Hijrah is not a commodity!


The mother of twilight was finally allowed to go home from the hospital.the situation continued to improve, although she could not move as usual because it was recommended by doctors to rest a lot. Mang Didin and Bi Ratna still routinely monitor the condition of the Mother.so with twilight who always pay attention to the condition of her Mother.tearily twilight care for Mother. like this afternoon, like this afternoon, Dusk fed Mother with his own porridge.


"Alhamdulillah, son. I'm glad to be able to sleep in this room again" said the mother while eating aunty, in a dusk bribe.


"Yes, Ma'am, thank God" replied Dusk.


A moment later, Mom looked at the twilight with a haru look, then smiled.


"Mother why, anyway, staring at Dusk like that?" ask twilight.


"You're so pretty, son." said the mother.


"Who was his mother....."


Mom smiled, and dusk seemed to blush.


"Son, I have a request for you, okay?"


"May, dong, ma'am what request?" ask twilight.


"I thought you'd be much prettier if you were veiled, veiled like Resti and Yulia" she said.


Dusk fell silent for a moment, then replied.


"God willing, Mom, pray at dusk, yes, ma'am. Dusk, right, is learning now," replied the twilight with a smile.


"God, I always pray for you, son," said Mother, also with a smiling face.


After deciding to emigrate, Dusk is not directly wearing a hijab. she knows closing the aurat is mandatory for Muslim women. However, she wants to enjoy the learning process step by step. tampa felt forced at every stage.he always remembered Didin's mang message.


"When you decide to change, God will provide guidance and guidance.let your self-awareness to obey requires you to make decisions in every process you pass.Just enjoy the process step by step."


Yes, Dusk is currently enjoying the process after process that he went through. and, he is grateful for what happened in his life behind this.


One afternoon, Resti and Yulia came to the twilight house.As usual they chatted and shared the story..


"The goddess of twilight ...," said Yulia


"Husss.ok, calling that, anyway?" resti.


"Just let alone, as long as not to be called the Goddess of love," defended twilight.


"Senja, you're, right, famous, ye, on Instagram, seleb, right, kenape is off now, try?"


"Aja males, yul. not spirit. What's the update going to?"


After migrating, Dusk did decide to turn off from instargram. Some endorse products that only product images remain in posts on his Instagram account.However, he no longer receives endorse products with his own Poto. also, never reveal a selfie photo or fashion style that has been his trademark. Many photos of him in tight clothes and sexsi he has removed on Instagram.


"Yes, your photo is again in style,dong.upload it, right, good....."


"Yes, But......"


"But, you haven't veiled yet? Yes wear a hijab, dong. You will be more famous if veiled. The world of Medsos will certainly be excited by the hijrahnya Goddess of twilight........"


"Yulia. Yulia immediately fell silent because she felt careless.


"Sorry, yes, Dusk."


Dusk smiled looking at the face of Yulia who suddenly felt guilty.


"Nothing. No need to apologize" said the twilight with a smile


"Oh, so it's not good." said Yulia, still a sense of guilt.


Now he looks at his two friends.


"Look, Dusk does not want the migration of twilight to be a community, so omonga people. Lagian not yet deserved twilight also speaking people now dusk want to focus on learning.it used to want to dusk do.Company and help. yes," explained twilight to his two friends.


"Who do it" said Yulia.


"Alhamdulillah, our friend this one is cool," said Resti.


"Eh, by the way, tomorrow's a good study. The Council of Exemplary Love at Istiqomah Mosque. Come along, yuk. who ngisi ustadz young kece-kece," said Resti again


"If it really is too late, aye come along..," said Yulia sparkling.


"Yuk, God willing, come along." said Dusk.


An hour later, after Maghrib, Resti and Yulia returned home. And, now dusk fell silent alone in the room. The voice of the mother who was teaching the Qur'an sounded melodious to her room.At dusk even took the mushaf of the Qur'an, then taught slowly with full martyrdom.