funny thing. woke up late. got dressed. was just finishing my last sip of milk from my cereal. 3 lectures today starting at 9, i thought. then suddenly i had the urge to check my timetable. huh. seems that i was wrong. i have only ONE lecture which starts at 10.
since i'm already ready for lectures and i have about an hour to go, thought i'd write about this book i've finally finished reading. i've put the book on hold for more than a month now because of my finals and all. i brought it along with me to Paris. planning to finish it during the trip. which is supposed to be before my finals. but well, you know how it goes. we could plan, but He is the one that makes all things possible.
still, i'm happy coz i could take my own sweet time reading it. getting wrapped up in its words. letting it play along with my emotions. and surprise surprise at the end my eyes were filled with tears. very very small tears okay.
personally, i blame the book. why did it have to be so touching?
the book is a true story about a young African girl who fled her country to US to seek asylum. she ended up in prison. she was treated like a convict although there was a separate area for refugees at some of the prisons where she was put. anyway, it was only until half way through the book did i realize that she was not detained because she'd committed a horrendous act but why was she treated horridly as a person who was convicted of murder. well, they don't tell you in the book. but it does make you think somehow.
that's just a simplification. and so a group of lawyers took on the case to get her released and accepted into the States. and all the complications they had to go through. as well as herself, where she had to cope with life in prison.
anyway what strikes me is how she kept her faith strong throughout all the extremities she was going through. She is a Muslim. Her name is Fauziya Kassindja. everyday in prison she manages to pray 5 times a day. using the bedsheets to cover herself for prayers. making herself brave enough to go against the guards and take her ablution every morning when there was strict ruling that they could only use water after a certain time.
and above all, i admire her dependency towards Allah. everyday she prays for Him to protect her. To show mercy towards her. To hear her cries. for more than a year she prayed for her freedom. and during that period, even though there were no signs that her prayers were heard, she never abandoned her faith.
for that, i'm truly inspired. because honestly, i'm not sure if i would have had her courage, her strength, her spirits if i was put in her shoes.
I was going through this Ayat which i think is quite relevant to this book. so before i forget, which i always do. i'll just write it down.
since i'm already ready for lectures and i have about an hour to go, thought i'd write about this book i've finally finished reading. i've put the book on hold for more than a month now because of my finals and all. i brought it along with me to Paris. planning to finish it during the trip. which is supposed to be before my finals. but well, you know how it goes. we could plan, but He is the one that makes all things possible.
still, i'm happy coz i could take my own sweet time reading it. getting wrapped up in its words. letting it play along with my emotions. and surprise surprise at the end my eyes were filled with tears. very very small tears okay.
personally, i blame the book. why did it have to be so touching?
the book is a true story about a young African girl who fled her country to US to seek asylum. she ended up in prison. she was treated like a convict although there was a separate area for refugees at some of the prisons where she was put. anyway, it was only until half way through the book did i realize that she was not detained because she'd committed a horrendous act but why was she treated horridly as a person who was convicted of murder. well, they don't tell you in the book. but it does make you think somehow.
that's just a simplification. and so a group of lawyers took on the case to get her released and accepted into the States. and all the complications they had to go through. as well as herself, where she had to cope with life in prison.
anyway what strikes me is how she kept her faith strong throughout all the extremities she was going through. She is a Muslim. Her name is Fauziya Kassindja. everyday in prison she manages to pray 5 times a day. using the bedsheets to cover herself for prayers. making herself brave enough to go against the guards and take her ablution every morning when there was strict ruling that they could only use water after a certain time.
and above all, i admire her dependency towards Allah. everyday she prays for Him to protect her. To show mercy towards her. To hear her cries. for more than a year she prayed for her freedom. and during that period, even though there were no signs that her prayers were heard, she never abandoned her faith.
for that, i'm truly inspired. because honestly, i'm not sure if i would have had her courage, her strength, her spirits if i was put in her shoes.
I was going through this Ayat which i think is quite relevant to this book. so before i forget, which i always do. i'll just write it down.
"Tidak ada sesuatu musibah yang menimpa seseorang, kecuali dengan izin Allah, dan barang siapa beriman kepada Allah, niscaya Allah akan memberi petunjuk kepada hatinya. Dan Allah Maha Mengetahui segala sesuatu." (at-Taghabun: 11)
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