Who would have thought that at last the path of Islam is also an option for my life, so long I thought was dry and a touch of spiritual longing, as I can from the religion brought by Prophet Muhammad. this. I look forward to Islam, religion, God willing, will give the next world's happiness to me and the family. Sava was born in Cirebon, May 18, 1950 under the name Tjeng Kiam Oey. Although born a Chinese citizen, I am grateful because it is still acceptable in my neighborhood, who of course dominated by the natives.
They, the people of Cirebon, largely, almost entirely, are devout Muslims. That when I was still a child, so more or less know what it is Islam, through what is done by friends sepermainan, also an adult Muslim men who are around me. Childhood is the most beautiful part of my life, because at that time I never felt there were differences between human beings. I do not care if my skin clean and bemata yellow eyes, while my friends the other brown-skinned or swarthy, with large eyes and lips and also including the matter of religion which we profess.
I am a Buddhist that time, according to our family's religion, often also sit on the study, because my friends were there almost all of them when completed evening prayer, until towards evening. I felt, what I do when it is perfectly natural thing only, in accordance with common practice by friends of my other. What do I consider it normal, turned out not so in the eyes of my parents. Mama had scolded me when I innocently mimicking the movement of people praying, like I had ever seen while playing at a friends house who is Muslim. Mama said I should not be carelessly perform the movement.
"That movement of worship that are considered sacred in Islam. Do not indiscriminate" obey my mama reprimand. I no longer vain to imitate the movement of people praying, because I started to know if it is a kind of sacred worship execution in the Islamic religion, which must be respected.
Considered outsiders
In the end, what I been khatiwatirkan to happen, which breaks my childhood dreams about the beauty of life without meaning is no difference of birth and mental. When the school in high school, I began to be regarded as "outsiders", because I was a little different with their Indonesian people ashi. However, I still believe that it all just accepted as a mere mockery friends. Determination that there is in my heart when it was just one, though only a Chinese citizen, but I also have the courage and patriotism of Indonesia, like other indigenous.
In those days also, the religious status almost never gets my attention. I am Buddhist, just as a requirement in order not to be labeled as someone who was not religious. It lasted until I graduated high school, college Sailing Academy, and worked for several years.
In 1979, I met a beautiful girl who also ketutunan China, Christian. His name Thio Kiok Loan. She types my dream girl. She was beautiful, smart, and comes from a good family. Two years later, in 1981, according to the religion we were officially married my future wife, a Christian Catholic. Still, I refuse to be baptized and given new names. I said, "I want to marry a Catholic bride, but not to be baptized." At that time we were married in Cirebon, and subsequently settled there.
After marrying and having children, I should feel satisfied. Moreover, the effort I live in Cirebon is quite successful and make our lives sufficient, even excessive. But not so in reality. Sometimes, I feel there's something missing in me, that my religious status. Somehow, the feeling comes in the hearts and prop up my mind. But I try not to get too caught up in the situation by keeping busy road on the job.
Accepting Islam
In 1985, when I decided to move to Plered, West Java. You could say this as the beginning of the meeting I returned to Islam and the events that occur through accidental and unique. The story started when my wife was in charge of ID cards to get their religious status (unintentional) in writing of Islam, though he is a Christian Catholic. But my wife did not mind the odd mistake. He who had been not very active with activities at the church, located in the town of Cirebon, even looks fun with the district clerk's sengajaan instability.
I was so jealous, until I told district administrators to include the Islamic religion in my ID card. My request was greeted enthusiastically by the district officer, until finally there was our status as the religion of Islam, although hanva in KTP.
Selanjunya, my wife became increasingly interested in Islamic religion. So did mine. From the event's ID card, I felt as though it is the way the two of us to become a Muslim. The road to Islam between my wife and I are a little different. If my wife is perhaps more use of feelings, especially as it is tell me how is feels like wearing mukena sekah worn during prayer a Muslim woman, then I 'more use of reason or sense'.
I try to find out what Islam was through the books secretly. Alhamdulillah, after several years of searching, on 10 November 1991 my wife and I officially became a Muslim couple, via the guidance of Drs. H. Salim Badjri. Pengislaman process that took place on the Cirebon was the beginning of the Sava find happiness at this time. Once converted to Islam my name changed to HM Andaka Widjaya.
Although the first years of the party my wife's family, now named Hj. Siti Aisyah Kristanti, less able to accept it, but we both consider it as part of our Islamic way.
Now, my wife and children, living happily in Plered, opening a business that could be considered successful. I even immediately joined the Foundation Karim Oey, an institution whose members are people Peranakan Chinese who converted to Islam. Headquarters in Jakarta.
And, I was trusted to serve as the chief representative of Cirebon. And, most make the Sava happy is that my wife and I had our pilgrimage is conducted in the year 1995. It was not Allah's blessing to our family immeasurably. In my heart I said, this is the best way of life for the Sava. Insha Allah I will never again be separated from the Islamic path.
They, the people of Cirebon, largely, almost entirely, are devout Muslims. That when I was still a child, so more or less know what it is Islam, through what is done by friends sepermainan, also an adult Muslim men who are around me. Childhood is the most beautiful part of my life, because at that time I never felt there were differences between human beings. I do not care if my skin clean and bemata yellow eyes, while my friends the other brown-skinned or swarthy, with large eyes and lips and also including the matter of religion which we profess.
I am a Buddhist that time, according to our family's religion, often also sit on the study, because my friends were there almost all of them when completed evening prayer, until towards evening. I felt, what I do when it is perfectly natural thing only, in accordance with common practice by friends of my other. What do I consider it normal, turned out not so in the eyes of my parents. Mama had scolded me when I innocently mimicking the movement of people praying, like I had ever seen while playing at a friends house who is Muslim. Mama said I should not be carelessly perform the movement.
"That movement of worship that are considered sacred in Islam. Do not indiscriminate" obey my mama reprimand. I no longer vain to imitate the movement of people praying, because I started to know if it is a kind of sacred worship execution in the Islamic religion, which must be respected.
Considered outsiders
In the end, what I been khatiwatirkan to happen, which breaks my childhood dreams about the beauty of life without meaning is no difference of birth and mental. When the school in high school, I began to be regarded as "outsiders", because I was a little different with their Indonesian people ashi. However, I still believe that it all just accepted as a mere mockery friends. Determination that there is in my heart when it was just one, though only a Chinese citizen, but I also have the courage and patriotism of Indonesia, like other indigenous.
In those days also, the religious status almost never gets my attention. I am Buddhist, just as a requirement in order not to be labeled as someone who was not religious. It lasted until I graduated high school, college Sailing Academy, and worked for several years.
In 1979, I met a beautiful girl who also ketutunan China, Christian. His name Thio Kiok Loan. She types my dream girl. She was beautiful, smart, and comes from a good family. Two years later, in 1981, according to the religion we were officially married my future wife, a Christian Catholic. Still, I refuse to be baptized and given new names. I said, "I want to marry a Catholic bride, but not to be baptized." At that time we were married in Cirebon, and subsequently settled there.
After marrying and having children, I should feel satisfied. Moreover, the effort I live in Cirebon is quite successful and make our lives sufficient, even excessive. But not so in reality. Sometimes, I feel there's something missing in me, that my religious status. Somehow, the feeling comes in the hearts and prop up my mind. But I try not to get too caught up in the situation by keeping busy road on the job.
Accepting Islam
In 1985, when I decided to move to Plered, West Java. You could say this as the beginning of the meeting I returned to Islam and the events that occur through accidental and unique. The story started when my wife was in charge of ID cards to get their religious status (unintentional) in writing of Islam, though he is a Christian Catholic. But my wife did not mind the odd mistake. He who had been not very active with activities at the church, located in the town of Cirebon, even looks fun with the district clerk's sengajaan instability.
I was so jealous, until I told district administrators to include the Islamic religion in my ID card. My request was greeted enthusiastically by the district officer, until finally there was our status as the religion of Islam, although hanva in KTP.
Selanjunya, my wife became increasingly interested in Islamic religion. So did mine. From the event's ID card, I felt as though it is the way the two of us to become a Muslim. The road to Islam between my wife and I are a little different. If my wife is perhaps more use of feelings, especially as it is tell me how is feels like wearing mukena sekah worn during prayer a Muslim woman, then I 'more use of reason or sense'.
I try to find out what Islam was through the books secretly. Alhamdulillah, after several years of searching, on 10 November 1991 my wife and I officially became a Muslim couple, via the guidance of Drs. H. Salim Badjri. Pengislaman process that took place on the Cirebon was the beginning of the Sava find happiness at this time. Once converted to Islam my name changed to HM Andaka Widjaya.
Although the first years of the party my wife's family, now named Hj. Siti Aisyah Kristanti, less able to accept it, but we both consider it as part of our Islamic way.
Now, my wife and children, living happily in Plered, opening a business that could be considered successful. I even immediately joined the Foundation Karim Oey, an institution whose members are people Peranakan Chinese who converted to Islam. Headquarters in Jakarta.
And, I was trusted to serve as the chief representative of Cirebon. And, most make the Sava happy is that my wife and I had our pilgrimage is conducted in the year 1995. It was not Allah's blessing to our family immeasurably. In my heart I said, this is the best way of life for the Sava. Insha Allah I will never again be separated from the Islamic path.
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