My name is Jung Li Fung, was the name given to my Dad, aka Jung Se Kartono Hin, a Chinese citizen who was born in Ketapang. Whereas, my mama of mixed blood Chinese-Dayak, from inland Sepauk, Sintang Regency, West Kalimantan. I myself was born on August 17, 1973, as the eldest of 6 brothers.
We grew up in the village of Nanga, Sepauk, from families who are still holding fast to the ancestral tradition, Confucianism. Even so, my brother and sister had wandered blindly in the belief that uncertain. While mom and dad confessed Catholic Christians, but they never lead us, his children, to become the sheep of Jesus is good.
While in junior high school, I began to actively participate in religious activities, both at school and at church. Even so, my close friends both at home and at school, more precisely the Moslems. Incidentally, the community environment where we lived the majority of Muslims.
Although too many Indonesians of Chinese descent living in this area, but they are reluctant to mingle with the natives like. Circumstances like this is starting to affect my way of thinking. I often criticize the fellow citizen offspring. "Why do we still oriented to the ancestral land, while we're Catholic," I firmly.
My teenage years because they run the fair and my standpoint, I prefer to mix with the indigenous youth. From them I knew a lot about the intricacies of native customs. Including Islam as their religion.
And, when sitting in the same junior high school I met a young man who worked at apparel stores. He comes from Pasaman, West Sumatra, and long settled in Sintang. His name Tasriful. Although he was far adrift with my age, but his demeanor was friendly and harmonious life mempertautkan bond the two of us in my mind that is difficult to describe with words. Although we have different beliefs, but that does not hinder us to be friendly.
My parents are already informed by my more socially gregarious with indigenous youth, is not so concerned about the arrival Tasriful. However, when the young man began a routine visit me, my parents began to alert. Papa reminded me to keep my distance with him, because we have different religions. We are Catholic, while he was Muslim.
Run and Become Muslim
Although my parents, especially my father had suspected our relationship, but frankly, I personally admire very Tasriful. He is a mature young man, full of responsibility, patience, and can guide. I was determined to select it as a life partner, though nothing will happen.
Our courtship more filled with debate on the issue of confidence. Because a rational explanation, I too can accept the truth of Islam. Moreover saga see Catholicism blending is not able to bridge between native and citizen of descent. I saw that Islam was only able to complete the assimilation process.
And as I suspected, our relationship got tough challenge from the family. Especially the poor, is being very hard. I need not explain what happened to me in my desperation to stay in touch with Tasriful. Tasriful precisely concerned with my situation, so he suggested I temporarily moved to 'a safe place. He said, it's for my own keselamatanjiwa. Primarily to save the sacred ideals, which wants to become Muslim.
On the basis of such considerations, I finally took the decision away from home. Although heavy, but for one choice, I am ready to separate from family. Alhamdulillah, I was secured to the house of an acquaintance who became headman Tasriful in one village in the district Sintang. His name is Mr M. Sa'ie Usman. With sincere he and his wife accepted my presence.
Meanwhile, with his position as a headman, Mr M. Sa'ie certainly do not want to hide girl accused persons. Especially at the time my barn 17 years old. So, he came to my parents and illustrate that I, his son was at home. But, he cautioned that it was taken for the sake of physical safety and my beliefs. Since the coming of a village officials then my parents did not dare stuff. Although very disappointed and angry with my attitude, but finally they're still present at that historic day in my life.
That day, on October 13, 1990, held at the home village headman, M. Sai'ie Usman who also attended Sintang community leaders, including citizen children of my relatives, three events take place at the same time amatbersejarah.
First, handing over guardianship of my father, Jung Se Hin aka Kartono, to Mr M. Usman Sa'ie marked as the adoptive father to the strengthened regulations and customs that prevail.
Second, the ceremony pengislaman (pensyahadatan). After the handover ceremony of guardianship over, I even say the pledge in the presence of two sentences creed my adoptive father. By him I was given a new name, and Syriac. Since then I no longer Jung Li Fung who is Catholic, but the Syriac is not Muslim.
Third, after officially becoming a Muslim, I immediately married by my adoptive father who had saved Tasriful my belief. Myself happy, because the three historic events that were witnessed by my father, no family, descendants of Indonesians and large families in the village of Nanga Sepauk. Mama is very touched. But what can I say, it was meant for me the inevitable.
After the marriage ceremony is completed, I immediately received congratulations from all citizens, Large Family Sintang Minang. Including and my school friends who were very touched and happy with my Islamic.
After my father's anger had somewhat abated, my adoptive father who constantly monitor our state, suggested that my husband and I sowan (visit) to my parents' house in Sintang.
Praise loudly dada attitude, his heart finally melts well and willing to accept our presence. Alhamdulillah, thanks to the guidance of her husband, and adoptive father, I am a convert has been able to perform prayers, fasting and others, although not perfect.
I really feel happy and promised to continuously improve their faith and piety to Allah and will be a good wife and faithful, can membimbinganak-generation of our children would become good Muslims. Hopefully Amen.
We grew up in the village of Nanga, Sepauk, from families who are still holding fast to the ancestral tradition, Confucianism. Even so, my brother and sister had wandered blindly in the belief that uncertain. While mom and dad confessed Catholic Christians, but they never lead us, his children, to become the sheep of Jesus is good.
While in junior high school, I began to actively participate in religious activities, both at school and at church. Even so, my close friends both at home and at school, more precisely the Moslems. Incidentally, the community environment where we lived the majority of Muslims.
Although too many Indonesians of Chinese descent living in this area, but they are reluctant to mingle with the natives like. Circumstances like this is starting to affect my way of thinking. I often criticize the fellow citizen offspring. "Why do we still oriented to the ancestral land, while we're Catholic," I firmly.
My teenage years because they run the fair and my standpoint, I prefer to mix with the indigenous youth. From them I knew a lot about the intricacies of native customs. Including Islam as their religion.
And, when sitting in the same junior high school I met a young man who worked at apparel stores. He comes from Pasaman, West Sumatra, and long settled in Sintang. His name Tasriful. Although he was far adrift with my age, but his demeanor was friendly and harmonious life mempertautkan bond the two of us in my mind that is difficult to describe with words. Although we have different beliefs, but that does not hinder us to be friendly.
My parents are already informed by my more socially gregarious with indigenous youth, is not so concerned about the arrival Tasriful. However, when the young man began a routine visit me, my parents began to alert. Papa reminded me to keep my distance with him, because we have different religions. We are Catholic, while he was Muslim.
Run and Become Muslim
Although my parents, especially my father had suspected our relationship, but frankly, I personally admire very Tasriful. He is a mature young man, full of responsibility, patience, and can guide. I was determined to select it as a life partner, though nothing will happen.
Our courtship more filled with debate on the issue of confidence. Because a rational explanation, I too can accept the truth of Islam. Moreover saga see Catholicism blending is not able to bridge between native and citizen of descent. I saw that Islam was only able to complete the assimilation process.
And as I suspected, our relationship got tough challenge from the family. Especially the poor, is being very hard. I need not explain what happened to me in my desperation to stay in touch with Tasriful. Tasriful precisely concerned with my situation, so he suggested I temporarily moved to 'a safe place. He said, it's for my own keselamatanjiwa. Primarily to save the sacred ideals, which wants to become Muslim.
On the basis of such considerations, I finally took the decision away from home. Although heavy, but for one choice, I am ready to separate from family. Alhamdulillah, I was secured to the house of an acquaintance who became headman Tasriful in one village in the district Sintang. His name is Mr M. Sa'ie Usman. With sincere he and his wife accepted my presence.
Meanwhile, with his position as a headman, Mr M. Sa'ie certainly do not want to hide girl accused persons. Especially at the time my barn 17 years old. So, he came to my parents and illustrate that I, his son was at home. But, he cautioned that it was taken for the sake of physical safety and my beliefs. Since the coming of a village officials then my parents did not dare stuff. Although very disappointed and angry with my attitude, but finally they're still present at that historic day in my life.
That day, on October 13, 1990, held at the home village headman, M. Sai'ie Usman who also attended Sintang community leaders, including citizen children of my relatives, three events take place at the same time amatbersejarah.
First, handing over guardianship of my father, Jung Se Hin aka Kartono, to Mr M. Usman Sa'ie marked as the adoptive father to the strengthened regulations and customs that prevail.
Second, the ceremony pengislaman (pensyahadatan). After the handover ceremony of guardianship over, I even say the pledge in the presence of two sentences creed my adoptive father. By him I was given a new name, and Syriac. Since then I no longer Jung Li Fung who is Catholic, but the Syriac is not Muslim.
Third, after officially becoming a Muslim, I immediately married by my adoptive father who had saved Tasriful my belief. Myself happy, because the three historic events that were witnessed by my father, no family, descendants of Indonesians and large families in the village of Nanga Sepauk. Mama is very touched. But what can I say, it was meant for me the inevitable.
After the marriage ceremony is completed, I immediately received congratulations from all citizens, Large Family Sintang Minang. Including and my school friends who were very touched and happy with my Islamic.
After my father's anger had somewhat abated, my adoptive father who constantly monitor our state, suggested that my husband and I sowan (visit) to my parents' house in Sintang.
Praise loudly dada attitude, his heart finally melts well and willing to accept our presence. Alhamdulillah, thanks to the guidance of her husband, and adoptive father, I am a convert has been able to perform prayers, fasting and others, although not perfect.
I really feel happy and promised to continuously improve their faith and piety to Allah and will be a good wife and faithful, can membimbinganak-generation of our children would become good Muslims. Hopefully Amen.
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