Thaha
Spacing

my steps were getting closer to Louis standing there, leaning on the side hood of the car, before a van blocked my view and a man quickly walked out of the passenger door, clutching me with the cloth covering my mouth and nose, I tried to hold my breath and wriggle as I could, shouting Louis's name in a stifled cry, but slowly the black fog blocked my view, and my body slowly lost energy

in the midst of my limited consciousness I tried to think positively in the midst of the panic that attacked me

'this is the answer, will I part with Louis in this way.....?'

******

my consciousness was already on the verge of making them easily tie my hands together and smother my head with a thick cloth, my lips were tightly locked with a perfectly clogged cloth inside my mouth, I often even wanted to take out my entrails as the cloth urged the gag reflex located on the roof of my mouth

my tears flowed profusely not because of the fear that flooded my mind, even though it was also quite an influential factor, too, my tears spilled because I had to withstand the vomiting reflex that was often urgent while my body had lost a lot of energy

I tried to calm down all my stiffened nerves, resulting in all my senses not functioning properly, I could even still feel my ears ringing so loudly that I did not hear clearly what they were talking about, let alone to hear Louis's screams out there, that's even if he realizes that I'm being crowded by a bunch of people that I definitely don't know

either what is the motive that drives them to kidnap women of less selling quality like me, or maybe what they are after is an organ....? o God of the world has gone completely mad, so that men no longer have sympathy and empathy attached to their chests

I am a woman!

skinny again!

short too!

what good is trying to kidnap me, my organs will also not fit their large height, their organs are bigger than mine

so it does not fit!, even in free grafts, we are different races, is there no such theory....?

I was still trying to calm my frightened sara with a silly thought that flashed through my mind, not only that I also try to make my senses work well behind the limitations imposed by pinching my thigh hard to cause pain in the nerves of my pain that has begun to numb

'my God, my consciousness is almost completely gone'

'don't sleep yet!'

'don't!'

'not now!'

'o Allah do not make Zu sleep now'

I cast the do'a in my mind like a mantra that says over and over again, the more drowsiness comes the firmer my hands pinch my thighs wrapped in hijab, unfortunately as hard as I pinch my thighs, my thighs unfortunately, the pain never came to slap my consciousness that was on the threshold, until finally I had to give in to the darkness that came to envelop my consciousness that was exhausted

it's dark!

******

my consciousness came suddenly like lightning that struck fast along with my face that was drenched in cold water

and with no mercy they left me alone in a place far from being worthy of this man, let alone man, for animals it still feels far from the word worthy

Azaghfirullah

'Zu is still human, isn't he God....?'

I quite salute my brain which seems to shift a little because it still had time to ask something silly enough to ask in a conscious state

no wonder the question could come to my mind, when I saw my current state....? even the treatment of animals is still better than the treatment they are treating me at this time

I was writhing on the cold dirty ground, with my hands and feet tied, my mouth still blocked, at least they let my vision senses work as they should, hungry I spread my gaze to every corner that could be reached by the wide view of my eyes

the first sight that perched on my lens was the wet, dirty soil of course, the thin haystack piled up in the corner of the iron that locked me away at this moment

I could easily guess if they were locking me up in a big cage, or a dungeon.....?

'I haven't turned into a cow, have I....?'

o Allah, how can they enter men, who are clearly as they appear, into the cowshed....?

o Allah, O Mushawwir, you are the best of form

I squirmed my body and tried to sit well on the muddy ground below me, slowly shifting my body to lean against the cold damp wall, trying to regulate my breathing that still feels difficult, I need to save my energy to be able to think clearly, or just to think about how to survive

the one thing I really need right now is the time instruction, I need to know whether this time has entered prayer time or not, lest I die in a state of abandoning my duty to God, I tried to search in every light-emitting reproach, ignoring the terrifying sight before me that was so heartbreaking, not only was I confined and confined inside here, she said, there are about five people who have the same fate as me, although I must be grateful because God still protects me

they're not dead yet, I'm sure of that, but I'm not sure if they'll survive the next days

a beam of orange light flashed in the dark corner of the room, radiating dimly carving a firm line on the ceiling of the room filled with termites

maybe it was time to pray Ashar or maybe it was approaching magrib, just based on my instinct and consciousness that could not be said to be fully conscious

I straightened my legs, facing in whichever direction I thought was cleaner than the muddy ground, a drier spot at the end of the room, I could not see what else was ablution in a state of tightly bound hands, no clean clothes, no holy places, no holy places, only with the faith that grows in my heart to glorify and pray in a limited prayer movement, may Allah ease my prayer later, and may my present state bear witness if it is only God that I worship in the airy and narrow conditions that afflict me, in the condition of freedom and confinement, in the condition of strength and weakness, in good health and in sickness and in whatever condition enveloped my destiny

I wept in my soul' and bowed in my very limited prostration, weeping over every sin I might have committed and thankful for all the favors Allah has given me, at least I still believe, I still remember God in my limitations to worship him

unfinished I prayed, a man of great height came to pull me violently and dragged me out of the cell, trying to balance my limp body, he said, trying hard so that my body does not hit any object that blocks its steps, I do not thrash, not for the moment, I need to save energy and think clearly even though my mind is crazy to rebel and scream, if this faith does not accompany me, I am sure this time it is crazy, he said, or maybe it will lie limp because it runs out of energy

in silence I remember how steadfast Sumayyah and Khawla bint Azwar were in fighting against the odds and fighting on the battlefield, calm, full of tactics and calculations, that's what I'm trying to do right now, even though my current situation cannot be compared to the extraordinary situation of the shohabiyah

'not now!'

'not yet!'

I kept chanting in my mind as a strong urge arose to rebel

I'm trying to think of every possibility and the best strategy to do the "thousand steps" technique when my body is thrown into the passenger seat

my ears were ringing so loud that I couldn't hear for a while, don't forget my back head that was throbbing pain, I think I'll get a mild concussion after this

he casually sauntered and talked to someone over there through a cell phone attached to his ear, the frustrating thing came back to say hello when I could not understand what the man who was snarling me said earlier, the distance was quite far from me because he had moved to sit in the front seat, aggravated by Italian which I did not understand at all and the ringing in the ears that had not been lost, fix I need to see an ENT doctor after this

the sound of the car engine roared smoothly and the vibrations of the old engine shook my body slowly, I knew we were going to move again, either in a better place or a worse place than that......? even if it is still a place that is more terrible than the place.....?

oh, my God, Robbi

'please Zu'

he took me away from the, mansion.....? a mansion as good as this contains a terrible place like that.....? I will remember it well, if God permits, and may I help those who are confined there, for now I must think of how to survive first

the car stepped at medium speed, splitting the crowd of roads full of cars that passed by, I waited for the red light ahead there, he said, if successful I can at least ask for help by banging on the car door, unfortunately my hope must be dashed when this car turns sharply avoiding some passing police cars, not just a few, he said, I saw a lot of police cars operating

is this normal in this city.....?

I never found this many police patrols in Surabaya even though Poslantas was on duty

I'm sure this is almost all the police took to the streets, even the car I was riding several times cut off the road and into the residential area of the residents, no matter where the person who snatched me was going to take me

the journey we took seemed endless, every police car passing this car will cut off the direction and cross the small road between the houses of the citizens

I pray in my heart that those who drive are stricken with the call of nature and we stop somewhere

alhamdulillaah I did not eat and drink too much earlier, at least I can reduce the problem of natural expression of my body

shoots in love ulam arrived, finally we stopped at the edge of the road a little crowded village, whether this is where this is.....?

my eyes looked out at the man who was now coming out of the driver's seat and receiving a phone call from no one there

slowly I took advantage of this opportunity to map out the place, and devised how I should escape with my legs and hands firmly tied, I was exactly the sacrificial animal to be slaughtered, even the fate of those animals is still better than my current fate

I glanced at the pretty deep ravine with rocks and lush trees right beside the car, if I could survive this place, I promise I'll apologize to Louis right away, Elisha and Elio and asked them to always pray that they would be fine about me

o Allah it seems that the do'a of the despised are indeed mustajab

there's no way Elisha would pray bad for me, right.....?

ok, just think silly, although I need to think about silly things to eliminate my fear to plunge into the abyss in it, but right now I need a high level of concentration

'o Allah, Zu did not intend suicide, this is the name of survival technique, strive O Allah!"

with trembling I turned back my body that was slashed under the chair, my hand reaching the doorknob high enough with difficulty, even I had to give up my elbows and cranium that repeatedly hit the car door

failed!!!!

this method failed!!!!

"thinking Zu, thinking" I encouraged my body that was getting weaker

at a glance the way propagate in my brain that began to walk slowed down, maybe because it often hit.....?

I tried once again to stretch out my tied hands behind my back, bending my body as flexibly as I could, she said, I tried to suppress my clogging scream in my throat by pressing the cloth inside my mouth tightly, ignoring the constant urge to vomit

nope

"aaaaggggrrr" I cried out in silence as my spine was pulled taut and made a noise, at which parts rubbed against each other, repeatedly pleading with God that I would not harm my spine

I still stretched out my hand to reach the doorknob that touched my fingertips ignoring the sting of pain that creeps in every nerve of my body, until the moment my finger can reach the key-pressing lever I push it firmly

the car door was pushed suddenly so I had to try hard to push my body that had curved towards the front so that I had to let my cheek touch the friendly with the bottom of the car

I'm sure my cheeks are scratched quite badly, the perinya adds to the severity of the pain that attacks my body with a lot of pain

'Allahu Akbar'

'yes Allah'

I exhale slowly through the nose to reduce the pain that is getting louder and numb

my body's crushed!

I quickly glanced at the open car door while occasionally glancing at the tall, large man who was on the phone out there

I slowly pushed back my body little by little and hoped that this car would not be too high from the ground, so as not to make a loud noise when my shoulder touched the ground first

boooouuk

I coughed and moaned with restraint as my back treaded perfectly on the ground, it seemed like my hand was broken....? or sprain.....?

my body is completely crushed!!

with concern I glanced at the man who is now cool sitting on the car stamp while smoking a cigarette

I always pray that God will save me and ignore that man's control over me

seeing that he was not affected by my movements, I slowly pulled my legs so that my body lay perfectly on the ground, instead of hanging as it is today

I slowly kicked the car door with my legs hanging after being able to fully pull my legs

"Shit!!!!!"