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Akhir bulan ini gue genap 18 tahun. Di penghujung tahun ke 17 ini, alhamdulillah gue diperkenalkan dengan orang-orang yang super duper baik hatinya, dimudahkan segala urusannya, diterima di salah satu politeknik negeri di Jawa Timur—walaupun gue masih menunggu dengan setia hasil sbm tercinta setelah berbulan bulan belajar qeras bagai quda.

Alhamdulillah, gue juga disamber petir. Petir cahaya hidayah. Dimana hati gue yang selama ini ketutup, pelan pelan membuka diri dan berbisik, ‘dengan iman yang masih secetek ini aja Allah udah baik hati ngasih temen-temen yang baik, rezeki yang lancar, urusan yang dimudahkan, gimana kalo ditingkatin lagi cinta ke Allah nya?’

Alhamdulillah, dari yang selalu manyun kalo diajak ke kajian sama ayah, jadi bercita-cita turun langsung ke tanah palestina. Aamiin, Ya Allah.

Pertama kalinya gue ikut kajian, ustadznya bilang gini, ‘kalo belum bisa ngikutin syariat, perdalam aja dulu ilmunya. Baca kisah-kisahnya, dengerin tausiah-tausiahnya, hayati ayat-ayatnya, sampe kamu jatuh cinta dan siap istiqomah di jalan Allah.’ Awalnya gue masih suka ngeline doi, masih suka keluar rumah pake sweater-jeans, masih berharap nonton konser paramore di ice bsd. Tapi gue mulai dengan dengerin ceramah-ceramah di yutub, mulai cari tau tentang sejarah-sejarah islam, sampai akhirnya jatuh hati dan ngga lagi berat untuk ninggalin hal-hal yang ngga disukai Allah. Gue percaya, apapun yang ditinggalkan karena Allah, insya Allah akan Allah kembalikan bahkan Allah ganti dengan yang jauh lebih baik.

‘Andai kamu tahu bagaimana Allah mengatur urusan hidupmu, pasti hati kamu akan meleleh karena cinta kepadaNya’ - Ibnu Qoyyim Al Jauziyah.

Semoga dengan ini gue bisa lebih bermanfaat untuk orang banyak, terlebih, bisa menyiapkan tempat terbaik di surga nanti untuk kedua orang tua gue. Aamiin.


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