I am Fatima, 17, a freshman in Mindanao State University. I study BS Biology. My parents want a doctor in the family. I would have studied Islamic Studies if I had my way. This dunya is temporary, what we really have to prepare for is the hereafter.
I am on the way to Cagayan de Oro City, as I write this down, I am on-board a Super 5 bus. Earlier, I saw a tarpaulin in the terminal. I saw my love's face on the tarpaulin, on the wanted list tarpaulin. They say he is a t----rist. But to me he is the ideal mu'min. He is no merely a believer, but he acts upon his beliefs, one of which is for Shariah to be the law in the land.
I still remember where I met him. I saw him preaching among the men who were hanging out in the shed near the mosque. He looked like a young warrior. I had to use much effort to tear my eyes off him. From then on, the seed of love took root in my heart.
I must admit that he is one of the reasons why I became more devout. I joined more religious seminars where I met young women like me who are thirsty for something to believe in.
Just this February, the enemies bombed our homeland. Bombs fell like rain. The sound reverberated like jbl outdoor speakers are booming right outside on our lawn. My ears rang with booms and bangs for weeks. With each boom, my chest felt like it was beaten like a drum.
I was scared. And I was proud. Because he was out there where boys become men.
He fought in the battlefield. I spent my nights for his safety. I prayed for victory for the men who believe in real jihad, them who won't give up until Islam is practiced in the homeland in its absolute state.
So many of the old ones have been tempted by money and power. But us young ones won't follow down their tracks. We will fight. Jannah is our price.
I will go to CDO. I will meet new recruits. The movement is just getting started.
(Meranao Millennials is a series of character profiles of people I have created in my mind. These are fictitious characters for satirical purposes. Vol. 1 here, vol.2 here)
1. Waking up and the first thing that you feel is the sense of having something inside you ripped out. It's not exactly your heart that was missing, because you can feel it beating really fast like it is scared of something. You haven't exactly registered yet into your consciousness that he is gone, but your limbs, the tips of your fingertips, are tingly with weakness. Something has changed. Something was misplaced.
Labels: Modern Love
I was in the City of Golden Friendship--Cagayan de Oro--last weekend to attend the opening night of Cine Europa in Rodelsa Hall, Liceo de Cagayan University. The cinephile in me could not resist the invitation.
This year's installment of Cine Europa was graced by Ambassador-Designate József Bencze of Hungary. It is just fitting as the movie that opened the film fest was ‘Anyám és más futóbolondok a családból’ or ‘Mom and Other Loonies in the Family’, a Hungarian film about a family of four generations of “loonies” as narrated by a mother who has lived 94 years and has moved 27 times during her lifespan.