New Hope Together Dusk That Is No Longer the Same
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It has been a week since his meeting with the long-mistakish woman he met at the Blue Mosque at that time, every two o'clock in the morning Ayla always woke up and, doing tahajud prayers beside her bed. In the midst of the silence of the night, only the tears that became his friend hummed to the creator. His license was soaked by the retelling of Istighfar, how much he regretted himself in the past. Undeniably, knowing Madam Khadija a little bit has brought change to Ayla.

The nights that Ayla usually spent to unwind by having fun with her campus friends, now Ayla just passed by quietly on top of her contest. The most comfortable place among the vastness of the magnificent house belongs to his parents. On top of the comfortable contest, not infrequently Ayla also shed tears when reading Islamic history books that have not been glimpsed at the least. Especially when reading the life of the noble women who are longed for heaven.

Reading all that, Ayla glanced back at her state. How not to know himself he craved a figure like Sayyidina Ali while he was far from a figure like the noble Sayyidah Fatimah.

Unknowingly the contents of his head suddenly returned to Gus Hasan. A man who is able to make himself fall in love until he emboldened himself like Khadijah's mother. But it turns out his fate is not as beautiful as Khadijah's mother who loves to be together. Instead, it makes Ayla must swallow the pain until now she prefers to follow in the footsteps of Zulaikha, approaching her Lord to be better. There's not much hope right now. Ayla just wants Allah to be pleased with her and fix her destiny.

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Autumn sun can make anyone feel warm in the cool breeze that blows this early. Ayla prepared early today before leaving for her campus. Today is a big day in his life history. Hopefully he's not taking any wrong steps.

This morning Ayla pegged herself in front of the mirror walk in closet longer. The mirror was almost as high as the room was able to reflect the shadow of himself perfectly. Umbrella skirt with long-sleeved blazer also hijab that covers the beautiful hair that is usually draped makes Ayla look different.

Many times also Ayla adjusted her breathing before turning the doorknob of the room and stepping out. Although not as long as the gamis and hijab of Khadija, at least Ayla has ventured to become a real Muslimah. He tried to close all the aura that should not be seen and became a spectacle of many people.

During this time even though she had not worn the hijab, Ayla always wore clothes that were quite covered. Although there was no desire to close it entirely, at least Ayla did not want the makeup of her body he showed.

Covering your hair with a hijab is no longer a strange thing in Istanbul. Islam is quite spread well in this beautiful city.it was just that Ayla thought that wearing a hijab would limit the space of his movement which is actually free-spirited.

Who would have thought to know Mrs Khadija was precisely the way of guidance for the European-Asian girl. And now the necessity of closing the entire aurat to every Muslimah makes sense to Ayla. How Islam is so caring and glorifying for women.

As usual, Ayla will always take the time to have breakfast with her parents. Although the relationship is not as good as parents and children in general, at least Ayla still has respect for the two people who have presented it to the world. Even because he felt only breakfast time was the opportunity that Ayla had to gather like a family.

This time Ayla slowed her pace, worried that her clattering would invite the attention of her parents who had been in the dining room first.

“What's Ayla's weird look like?” asked Ayla who immediately made the two shake.

“No, Darling. You are even more beautiful with your hijab,” said Abbas still has not blinked his eyes.

While Ajeng was just beyond Ayla's expectations, the middle-aged woman immediately rushed to hug her daughter. Her fingers that remained beautiful despite being eaten age caressed Ayla's smooth face, with the corner of the eye suddenly heating up. “You're right, dear. You are getting beautiful with this hijab of yours,” she said with sobs held back.

If the one who got such praise was the old Ayla, perhaps her face would be raised acknowledging the beauty she had always been proud of. But Ayla who now, he looks more modest, he actually lowered his head to hear the praise of his parents. “Thank you Ba, Mi.”

Realizing his behavior, Ajeng immediately pulled his fingers gently stroking his girl's face, but Ayla quickly held him back and carried him into her grasp.

“Mi,” call Ayla. “Ba,” he added while looking towards the Baba. Suddenly the net heated up before the tongue spoke.

“Ayla apologizes for Ayla's actions so far that always disappoint Baba with Mami. Ayla just wants to be a better Ayla, so please Baba and Mami Ridhai Ayla so that Istiqomah can be the same decision Ayla now,” said Ayla ventured to look at the faces of her parents alternately. While Ajeng actually already let out tears hearing the words of his daughter.

“Baba equals Mami Ridha, Honey. We are ridha,” said Ajeng who could no longer hold back his tears.

“By Allah Baba and Mami Ridha against you, Son.” It was Abbas' turn to answer him. The middle-aged man actually rose from the seat of his greatness, stepped towards the two women he loved so much and kissed the tops of the heads of the two alternately.

“Baba same Mami also apologized yes, son. We who have never had time for Ayla to make Ayla feel alone in this house. Baba sorry.”

“It’s okay, Ba. Ayla is also trying to understand that Baba and Mami are doing everything just for Ayla,” said the girl who can no longer hide her crying.

Seeing that made Abbas immediately pull the tiny body of his son and wife to then he approached tightly. He really didn't want all this to go away.

“Thanks God, finally you grant my family this peace.”

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