RAMADAN BEBAS CORONA
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Last published Wed, Apr 8, 2020
Sebentar lagi semua akan menyambut bulan suci. Datang dengan membawa keindahan yang islami. Memberikan keuntungan yang dapat menaikan ganjaran amal. Tanpa adanya sebuah hambatan. Tapi sekarang tak seindah tahun kemarin. Dulu, semua tenang dan nyaman tanpa ada masalah. Namun sekarang tertunduk diam karna adanya wabah merebak dimana-mana. Ku ingin nanti di bulan Ramadan bebas corona.
Melalui-Mu, ya Allah, ku berharap adanya keajaiban. Melepaskan semua dari kesengsaraan. Datangnya bulan suci penuh ampunan. Ku serahkan semuanya hanya pada Allah sang pengatur alam. Berikan kekuatan dan kesabaran. Dengan adanya wabah yang datang tanpa melihat keadaan. Semoga nanti kami bisa sampai kepada bulan yang berarti. Agar dapat ibadah dengan khusus dan terkendali.
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