Antara Darah dan Hati: Dream Reality English Translation

Chapter 3 Part 1 "Dream"

I went back inside with Ilya and Muhamed, all of us feel annoyed. While walking back, Ilya said the dirty word with his Russian accent which made Muhamed feel uncomfortable.

"Сволочь! (Svoloch! (Jerk!))"

"Hush, Ilya sabr brate!"

"Fuck patience, he insulted our religion, this is no different from what Muslim haters in Russia did there! If he really wanted to mess with us, I would give him a big ass lesson that he would never fucking forget!"

"Calm down man, what do you want to do? There's no point in us looking for trouble with him, it's useless, besides we don't know what he's going to be later, he can just be like the figure of Umar R.A who hated Islam but later on he converted to Islam, nobody knows. how guidance can reach someone's heart, just pray. "

"Yes, Karim is right, just pray, who knows, maybe someday he can be like Joram van Klaveren who was a member of the Nederlands-Indische political party to be a convert."

"Hhh... hopefully but if not, he will feel the anger of the Red Bear."

Ilya's breath became heavy, his eyes seemed to be burning red with the flames of anger, Muhamed asked Ilya to be patient, but well as the stereotypical Russian who tends to grumbles and prefers to show his emotions, Ilya is a real example.

Even though he is Muslim he is not good at keeping his mouth from dirty words or controlling his emotions but he said things like that are common in Russia, well actually not much different from Bosnia it's just that, maybe because we are descendants of refugees and blend with the existing culture so as a result my identity and Muhamed as a Bosnian isn't too prominent plus, I'm a mixed, I have native blood and as a result when I use the values of my native culture which is a part of Asian culture, my emotion tends to be under my control.

When we got inside, the clock on the wall showed that it was still half past seven despite that, because Ilya's mood had been ruined, he took his bag and excused himself to leave. We accompanied him to the gate.

"Thank you for today, but my mood is ruined because of what happened earlier."

"It's okay Ilya, we understand."

"Karim, Muhamed, call me if he dares to mess with you guys, calm down Muhamed, I know you hate trouble but you know I have a technique that can make people bend their knees without having to make a fuss with them?"

"Yes, I know, thanks Ilya." Muhamed answered.

"Karim, thank you for allowing me to evacuate to your house today, as well as saving me when we were confronted by those Schutterij officers. I owe you a debt of gratitude."

"Yes, you are welcome."

"See you tomorrow if there is a lecture, Insha Allah."

" Da, Insha Allah dabogda (God wills)."

"Assalamualaikum, do svidaniya." he said then turned around and began to move away from us.

"Waalaikumussalaam." answered me and Muhamed.

I asked Muhamed to come in while I closed the gate and thefront door. We continued our game again until my parents returned.

When they returned home, they immediately questioned how we were after the campus where we studied was attacked and the videos about the attack has gone viral on social media such as Instagram, Facebook or Twitter. We explained it as best we could by trying to cover up what happened to me who beat up two Schutterij personnels until they were lying on the ground unconciously and argued that my whole arm was blue because I tripped and fell while running and trampled by a panic crowd.

My bruise was treated again by my mother, then she asked both of us to go to our room and sleep. Before going to sleep, we cleaned our feet, brushed our teeth and took ablution water to perform the night prayer in congregation in our room with Muhamed as the leader, then slept.

When I sleep, I had that dream again, a dream where I feel I am in another world. A dream that feels weird which in that dream I can taste the taste of food, smell the aroma of an object and feel the texture of an object when I touch it but, the strangest thing of all is that I dream of living with Sofia, doing my daily activities with her and her smile that she always show when I showed my attention and affection for her, everything was beautiful. However, sometimes the atmosphere changes instantly, it becomes very dark and when my eyes catch a little light, a very scary creature is seen attacking me with long, sharp claws on the tip of its fingers and then I fight it with my a blade in my hand. I saw the death of Muhamed before finally I awoken from my dream.

My open eyes began to look here and there, I checked my smartphone, it was already 3:00 in the morning and there was an incoming message from the class group on my Line Application, today my campus did not held any lectures nor activities because of yesterday's attack, many students are being hospitalized and some have lost their lives, innalillaahi wa inna ilaihi raaji'uun. I had to wake Muhamed and ask him to do the midnight prayer and the prayer for the dead.

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Arabic Dictionary

Innalillaahi wa inna ilaihi raaji'uun = Everything belongs to God and will return to Him