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shocking. shaking.

I think I never had a shock before, you know, when your body is uncontrollably shaking for some reasons. But last night.. last night.. When I got a phone call from dad's number but ami's voice was over there, telling me that my younger brother's been arrested for having drugs and the the person who called and talked to dad asked for money. What shocked me first is, I cant believe that my brother would have such things, yes he's smoking and recalcitrant, but.. That was just unbelievable. He's having his final next week. this is just.. shocking. My body started shaking hearing my mom crying next to ami. But the next thing happened is Ajif came home, safely, without drugs, and ami, and my mom were like, started to scream "dad, daad". And then hung up the phone.

I became more shocked. My brain started to imagine things, horrible, very horrible things and my body was shaking, like, uncontrollably shaking. Shocked, I got out the room and went to kak dina's room. There were laura and nila as well. They were worried seeing me like that and I hardly explained what happened. That my dad might be hypnotized and his whereabouts remained unknown. I called here and there, my body still shaking. I wanted to cry but my tears won't come out. I hate that I am so far away from that the only thing I could do is praying and read ayat kursi because I know ayat kursi is so powerful we would never know what it can do to something hopeless like that night. Finally, with the helps of my neighbors they could finally call my dad and he's about to transfer some money in the atm. And I relieved that I could hear my dad's voice and thank Allah, my God, the only Powerful Helper that saved my dad and our money, or car.

Thank Allah. Alhamdulillaah...

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