WHORE WHEN celebrate
Greetings friends, What's your history in the light of earlier, hopefully in, blessing and His . Subhanallah
fear that there is, within us. He became a disaster for the soul, disaster for the heart, disaster for the characters. And faith, blocking the rise.
Social ... friendship .. brotherhood .. is the bond that should not allow us to fall for too long. With quality time together ..will be present also quality. Along with the good ..join now fighting .. gathered for the truth.. That's the beauty of a relationship ...
You . I.. and they .. Let's make .. every person we are better ... for the good ... for others ...
One day there was a special Qur'ani vestival to the prostitutes of a city located in a complex of populist class brothel in the city's largest. Suddenly, a whore with tight clothing, exotic and challenging, came in with a rosary in that arena. Spinning beads, occasionally mumble mouth, gasped his dhikr. An extreme view?
The event was enough to invite public attention, at once moving and heartbreaking. Imagine, the show begins with the reading Shalawat Badr, like troops going to battle. They were hooded, some veiled, and some are dressed like prostitutes.
When I was invited to observe the procession, I came to glorify whores. What the hell happened to the fate of the servant of God who eksostis this? Do not think, Bib, about the heart and soul, I do not want to lose with a Kiai." An expression of honest, sincere and quite controversial, but it really pierced my heart most deeply.
I am thrilled to listen to the sentence, even my tears began to expand not feel. I just think the simple, who knows the last play of the life of someone...? Who knew this day he became peddlers wild passion, in the end it became Beloved of God...? Who knows he just prostituting her body, while the heart and soul only to God...? Who knew he was not a prostitute, but a girl who was commissioned by God to masquerade as a prostitute..? Or is she a whore, and has a profound spiritual level exotic, until the most extreme stage : the prostitute and the spiritual world in one body...? And Allaah knows best.
My Unfinished end, I was surprised again by a sufficient answer to demolish the whole of my chest, when I asked about her family. I am a window, with two children, men and women. Boy I was memorizing the Qur'an at a boarding school, while my girls at the madrasa school in the village, joined her grandmother. I was into prostitution to finance their life together, and every day I pray, that my child be pious scholars, while the women so women shalihat useful.
The woman shed tears...It tears, it was filled with God's forgiveness. I saw her crying,wounded. The wound seemed to be in the next pledoi. Does God have the heart to punish the injured servant like himself, as he struggled desperately, to her two children into Paradise...?
Hopefully my expectations of her in gave way to find a halal sustenance.
