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Bomb in the mosque.

I remembered when I made donation in order to gain something -at that time, I really wanted Galaxy S7- but I got Galaxy A3. I feel that it ain’t work. But, a week later, I had a story.

I was sending some documents to Indonesia in Ulu cami. So I went to PTT (Turkish post office) at 3.30 PM. I stood up on the post line. I sent my documents and it was 4.00 PM. I remembered that I had performed dzuhur prayer and was going to Ulu Camii (name of the mosque) right across the street. It was spring and ashar prayer set at 5.20 PM. Also I got Indonesian Day in campus although I wasn’t the part of the committee. So, I didn’t go to that mosque then. I went to the campus. Guess what happened? For the next hour, there was explosion right in Ulu Camii with 5 people died and many injured. Boo yah! I was saved by bomb attack. I was shock when I heard that news. It must be the donation. And Allah of course.

Small things.

You know, sometime small thing can make you happy, like being imam of maghrib prayer among many muslim students from around the world. Some of them are hafidz (people who memorized all verses in Quran) and some of them can speak arabic. Reciting Ar-Rahman in the first rakaat and Al-Waqiah in the second rakaat, for me, is something like big steppingstone. I am blessed that I am surrounded by people of goodness. I remembered that I just memorized them like a month ago. Now I can recite them fluently even in Salah. Amazing.