Assalamualaikum, bagaimana kabar mu hari ini? Semoga kamu terus dalam lindungan Allah. Aamiin. .
Ada sebuah pertanyaan dari ku yang akan menghiasi pikiran mu.
Mengapa banyak yang menyebut hawa nafsu? Kok gak Adam nafsu? .
Hasil Wawancara membuktikan banyak orang yang setuju dengan pendapat ini.
Karena yang banyak mengundang nafsu adalah kaum hawa. .
Benar gitu gak nih? . “Aku tidak meninggalkan satu fitnah pun yang lebih membahayakan para lelaki selain fitnah wanita.” (HR. Bukhari: 5096 dan Muslim: 2740)
Yaa wanita itu bisa menjadi sebesar besar nya fitnah dan seindah indah nya perhiasan. .
Jadi, untuk mu kaum hawa. Tolong jaga perhiasan mu baik baik. Jangan biarkan kehormatan kau jual murah. .
Tutup lah aurat mu. Karena mata laki laki lebih tajam daripada samurai. .
Namun, jikalau hanya wanita saja yang harus menjaga dirinya. Seperti terdengar tidak adil Bukan?
Jika wanita telah menjaga diri nya lalu laki laki berhak bertingkah bebas?
Teruntuk kalian kaum adam. Tolong jaga pandangan mu. .
Jangan kau samakan wanita yang menutup aurat dengan wanita yang umbar aurat. .
Jikalau wanita telah menjaga dirinya baik baik maka kau juga harus menjaga dirimu, terlebih lagi matamu. .
Jangan banyakin ngerayu dan gombal aja. Banyakin juga tuh bebenah diri. .
Emang gak mau punya istri shalihah? Emang mau calon istri kalian itu di gombalin laki laki lain? Gak Kan? .
Maka , tolong jaga pandangan mu. Jaga sikap mu. Jaga nafsu mu. Jaga lisan mu.
Kita saling mendukung untuk kebaikan. Wanita menutup aurat laki laki menundukan pandangan? .
Jadilah generasi yang islami. Untuk masa depan dan masa kini. Untuk kita dan keturunan kita.
Let's get started to hijrah
🖎Alya nurul izzah
Sometimes I worry that the stories have escaped me, that my characters have moved on, and I will have no more stories to tell. Sometimes, I worry that the writer in me is disappearing, becoming invisible, that she, too, has escaped me.
Then, I came across this artsy coffeeshop, sat among writers and as I listened to them, I remembered how it was to feel at home among strangers. They spoke my language. I spoke theirs.
And then, as I read through my story, I remembered. I was reassured. And I know. The writer in me has not left. She was just waiting to be invited back out. And tonight, I took her out. We went on our artist date and I realized, oh, how I missed her. .
A waft of something new fills the air. A hope reborn, devoid of despair. An energy of reemergence persists. The heart of a fighter won't be dismissed. Strength is an essence engrained in our souls. Power overflows from a mysterious source. Although life terms abound bring imbalance and stress; wonderous nature provides balance and rest. Intuition whispers celestial instruction. Silence gives way to meditative substance. Quiet the mind with vital soul reflection. Unmask the pain; breathe relief from the acceptance. #poem#words#sunset#hope#gratitude#write#nofilter
So much evidence of being in love with you.
And yet I keep looking at that one reason which will defy all of them.
I have seen you in a crowd.
Retarded and drunk.
Dancing to your own song.
I fall in love with your freedom.
With the way you break all the strings pulling you out of your soul.
I have seen you sitting close to me.
Your eyes heralding my story.
Your smile melting my fury.
Your lips glowing in the dark.
Bright and red.
Holding all of it back.
Like it will be never said.
I have seen you with closed eyes.
And it felt so real.
All the animations moulding into reality.
Someday I will have someone who will be all mine.
And you know what.
I know what she will look like.
I know what she will feel like.
When my arms will touch her back.
Gripping her tight.
And the universe will descend,
Into my arms at once.
Echo —The Sentinel Series Part XVII—
October 21, 2017 °Journal Sect. 353°
Ciara is healing and she has found a new love. His name is Kohtu. He is young but I can see why her heart has Tethered to him. I am happy for her. Her voice lights up when she speaks with him and her eyes no longer look dark…
It eases my soul seeing her like this. She has hope. She feels a healing take over her broken soul unlike any she’s felt before.
Not to mention, things are changing between her and I. As my health waivers, I find something inside me crumble. A hard cold unfeeling heart fades and a new one reveals itself.
It is easier to talk to Ciara without becoming angry. For some reason, we could never get along in times past, though I have done everything I could to help her in her time of need. However, I did it out if duty rather than empathy.
I find myself confused by this. By what exactly changed that I am able to speak with her without a wall in-between her and I.
I have realized that in my younger years, I used to make myself numb to the pain. However, making myself numb to the pain also resulted in numbing all the other emotions, like hindering any ability to identify with others as an example…
I made myself believe that feeling any deep and hurting emotions was a result of being overemotional. I had to be logical. That’s what pleased my father.
But then…it hurt people when I didn’t feel and I allowed my logic ruin anything that could have been meaningful for them.
And because of that logic, it hurt Ciara more than once. But now…? That’s changed. I feel and identify with her. And I don’t just understand logically but emotionally as well…
Were these things that I was facing currently creating the true me, the real person I always shoved away? Was it creating the woman I should have been ages ago…? I do not know. But this…new and healing heart in me feels better than it has in a very long time. How long have I been so cold and har— °°°
"It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed."Theodore Roosevelt "Do one thing every day that scares you." Eleanor Roosevelt "There is no failure except in no longer trying." Elbert Hubbard "Experience teaches slowly, and at the cost of mistakes." James A. Froude "A person who doubts himself is like a man who would enlist in the ranks of his enemies and bear arms against himself. He makes his failure certain by himself being the first person to be convinced of it." Ambrose Bierce
I can pretend all of it never happened. I can pretend we didn’t exist. You’ve been out of my life long enough for all your traces to be gone. Your things have been thrown away; the old shirts, vinyl records, your favorite mug - all rotting somewhere far away from me. They can no longer hurt me. But during the nights I am weaker, my chest empty, dull, even the whisper of your name stabs a knife through my chest. I don’t even have to say it out loud. And no matter how much I pretend, no matter how much I’ve erased you, you’re never completely gone. Genefe Navilon
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