Short Stories of Islamic Love
Behind the Black Veil

Assalamualaikum, hi. My name is Dewi, the fourth of five children. This life will go well if you want to arrange it, yes.that's what I'm working on. Well, here's where I'll pour a warm cup of stories and hopefully inspire us together.

Speaking of Love, we can't escape it in any aspect of love will still play an important role in everything, right? You are free to express whatever your love, your sadness, even your anger. Sometimes you forget how to control your emotions and forget how to act.

I liked her so much, I looked at her from behind the window panes, Mempersona indeed, and it was so much fun when she turned her face in front of me. That was enough for me to treat my candlestick in longing.

They say it's just a love that will soon disappear into memory, I hope so. But until now the sound is still clearly visible in my brain cells. 5 years more already, I tried to immerse what I should do, but the proof…! Zero large. It even ruled me, took over my mind control center. It is very torturous, but I try to enjoy it with the remnants of my energy that is still active.

It does not matter if he is still single, but the problem is that he already has a dream woman, more precisely a lover who is not me. Look…! How funny my logic is waiting for someone who already has someone special.

But it is precisely my love that has dwarfed my senses, how is it possible, imagine someone you desire coming into your life and you have to forget it when he is the Criterion of the couple that you pray for in every prostration, what you always pray for in daydreams, disappears…!

Various activities began to follow to busy me, instead of being distracted instead he was like hooking an iron chain in my shadow. Following wherever I moved, sending clouds longing to watch over me as if I was trapped by a longing storm.

Until one day when I walked through the campus corridor there was a group of students who were busy telling stories, I don't know what topic they are talking about that I must have heard one of them bekata “satnite Moveon in Masjid an-nur tonight”.

At first I was very indifferent to the conversation of some of those women and well. Azan Zuhur reverberated and I rested in the courtyard of the mosque while eating provisions that had been prepared every morning.

Suddenly, I lost my focus at that moment like something was stopping me from breathing normally as my hand felt whether my heart would stop! this is what I was worried about when my activities stopped (failed to move on) began to follow me, immediately I fix my provisions and complain to the owner of the heart.

My condition was very difficult at that time (for me.), trying to build my logic but it was difficult to ignore my feelings. For a moment, I just remembered about the discussion of some women who had gathered in that corridor. “Taketh no harm, no. If I follow the show, it will at least make me a little sidetrack” thought I.

Arriving at the An-Nur mosque, my eyes began to sweep inch by inch of each room and many humans passed by, dressed syar’i and veiled deep, while I was only dressed as a potluck. At first I stopped my steps and paid attention to the clothes that were enveloping my body, thousands of anxieties were in my brain as if inciting me to switch from that place.

But “ahh... I'm here to look for positive activities, not for others…! But what if they look at me from toe to toe because my clothes are not like theirs? Never mind, just start stepping in! You won't know what happens before you step up!” anxiety envelops me to step forward or back.

And as I stepped forward to continue my mission, all not as bad as I imagined, they warmly welcomed and did not intimidate my clothes with the look of his eyes, she said, it was melting and I was trying to blend in awkwardly.

The event began and wrapped in relaxed and purposeful material, a lot of material that made me try to accept the circumstances that I experienced at that time, starting how to convey the love of the opposite sex correctly, how to choose a partner recommended by Rasulullah S.A.W, how to become a single woman who is guided by Allah S.W.A.

Trying to be sincere even though it is not as easy as saying it, but by attending the satnite move on at least there is a knock of the heart that begins to be answered. Approaching God by improving worship. And it was not easy because my spirit was unstable, often down rather than up.

Alhamdulilah through satnite this is my chance to mengharge back my spirit, little by little to be better.

Did not Allah S.W.A tell us in his book, the letter of An-Nur, verse 26:

Vile women are for vile men, and vile men are for vile women (after all), and good women are for good men and good men are for good women (after all). They (the accused) are clean of what they accuse (of accusing it). For them is forgiveness and a glorious sustenance (heaven). (Q.S.NORTH :26).

And from behind this black veil I can only pray for it and beg the owner of the heart for pleasure and temperament to let go of what has not been for me. It's better than having to force things that you don't know are behind good or bad.

Although in this heart it is very difficult to move on from those times but at least I never stop telling stories in a third of the night with the owner of the heart. To keep the heart in faith. And can be met with a partner who is smart and good morals and faith..