The Story of My Struggle - Part 19

Praise to the Lord at that time which has given consciousness soul of the father before he died. Until he could understand the words of what I say to mententramkan his heart, "Paa ... I'm saying Daddy, will I reply to people who have been hurt daddy. Believe me ... papa, who mastered the Judgement of God. Paa ..., I dreamed of seeing poor grieving mother thought that was gone. Then I said, "Paa .... Papa do not be sad, Daddy was the most in the care of God Worldwide. "

Since the father and mother had gone, I often pensive commemorate the suffering of our family life. Almost every day I cry. My heart sank turbulent arise proverbial hot lava in the bowels of the earth. I really hate against those who have hurt me. But if I remember the death, arising out of pity and I forgive their mistakes. But I do not want to hang out with them, except the brother of my own family.

Sometimes a sense of revenge led to a sense of desire to be the abundant treasures. It can not deny that wealth is a supporter at the level of social status. But sometimes I do not care about the degree, if I think, if my life was in the woods alone. But when considering their will be an insult to me and my family, then I want my degree of the highest among them.

If I was tired at work taking care of housework, the result appears angry with me. If I recall the words of my mother-in-law, and my three younger brothers. They always have something to talk about what they considered bad for me to view them, if they visited my residence. There must be that they complain to their mother. Until something of what they consider bad, will be made in the talk and innuendo.

Since Mom died, I tried changing my appearance. Every time I go out of the house, I wear Muslim dress. And during my stay at the home office, I never hang out with the neighbors, but there are important things. In my spare time, I prefer sleeping in the room. Sometimes I meditate for mententramkan heart and my mind is turbulent because of a great spiritual war.

At the time my father died, I forget what was in katakana by Sp, that SNH has menyantet him three times. Although at that time my brother gathered together at our parents house. But I might not reveal the problem, at the time the family was in mourning. I do not want to quarrel arose between us. I am waiting for the right time to talk about it.

On a day SNH came to where I live, in my memory in October 2003. Each comes, he along with his son riding a motorcycle. In the living room, I asked about the SP accused him of witchcraft. Then he menyatakn that the SP had turned into a dog. I was shocked and I said, "That's because my prayer to prove the truth that he was using to me!"

If I thought, I can hardly believe it. I really pray maghrib prayer time and Sahalat Isha and also at midnight, in order to make the SP in a dog no more in 40 days, as evidence that he had use for me. But if within a period of 40 days, he did not change mean I'm wrong accusations. Unfortunately, I do not know when it happened. On 27 March 2003, I dreamed of fighting with the dog and I tore his mouth.

According to the story of M, that on Thursday, Friday night, around 23:00 hours, M heard a dog howling while mendengur a knock the door. But M was afraid to open the door. SP told about the incident the next day he had just had last night. Initially at about 23:00 hours the night, the SP in a dog lick on the leg. The dog is coming from the west. After the dog lick it, then the dog ran toward the east. It happened on the path behind his house.

After the incident lasted more than 7 years old, I recently asked these events on M. But why would the story be different? First he said SNH and SNG, that SP is the Dog. But M SP said that her voice changed like a dog, then he came home would ask the M. He knocked on the door, calling, "Buu ... please ..." But he's worried too, perhaps M saw it, and he meditated on the elementary school behind the house. Up before dawn he was healed.


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