Today's story

There must be something with the hijab i wore today for there were 3 women who greeted me:

1.One when i was about to cross the road to the bus station.It was an old babushka(grandma) of not less than 75 y.o.She asked me to hold her hand and help her cross the road.

2.A normal aunty with a straw hat at the bus stop who  found me nice(her eyes told me that) and initiated a conversation with me.

3.Another aunty but a little bit older than the former one.She sat next to me inside the bus.She asked if i could lend her a pen,which i gladly said yes to.

Usually no one really cares or pay special attention to me except for the usual inquiring stares and interested looks i get.So i assumed it must be the colour of my hijab.It was bright red.Bright DARK red.

In a way i feel special.....but what really sets me into thinking was when the grandma chose me out among the crowd.Why me?Why put your trust in me when u dont even know who i am? I could have hurt you or bomb u or anything.

In the end i couldnt help but admire Allah for this.It makes me think that:

People(especially the aged ones) who after years  and years of living and totally clueless about Islam finds comfort in it when they see it eventhough it was just a tiny part of it.Eventhough it's just a normal girl with hijab which they found on the street.Why?That's because :

Islam is a religion for all mankind. Surah Al-Anbiya verse 107:

We sent thee(Muhammad) not but as a mercy for all creatures.

They must have found solace in it.

Hi,my name is Intarko.

Alexa said she's gona miss me when she leaves Russia....