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The Secret of the Worn-out Cap
The shouts had ended months ago, but their echoes still filled Dzul’s ears. There was no hint of shame on his face. In fact, his…
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Getting to Know Gabdulla Tukay: The Muslim Poet from Tatar
When we hear the names of Russian literary figures, we often think of renowned names like Alexander Pushkin, Leo Tolstoy, Maksim Gorky, and others. Similarly,…
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Dark Night in the Middle of the Sugarcane Field
The dark night, accompanied by the sound of owls, made the atmosphere tense. The owl’s hoots echoed as I successfully leaped over a small ditch.…
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A Can of Eid Biscuits
For Darsem, Eid was a moment where she truly witnessed how, in the world she trod upon, material wealth overshadowed the god revered during the…
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Ramadan Teaches Simplicity
The gate of forgiveness, long awaited, has finally swung wide open. After an 11-month wait, the month of dignity has arrived. It’s only right that…
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Autokritik terhadap Peradaban Islam Kini
Mari kita mengurai ke hal paling mendasar yakni secara etimologis. Dalam bahasa Indonesia, kata “peradaban” memiliki akar kata dari bahasa Jawa yaitu “adab” (عاداب) yang…
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Ale, Fish, and Loss
“Daddy, do fish have a religion?” “Why do you ask?” “If it dies, who will it go back to?” “You’re too young to think so…
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DI KERUT WAJAH IBU
SELA GIGI IBU di sela gigi ibu ada jalan menuju surga gang sempit yang tak kusangka-sangka dan atas permukannya yang lembab aku terhindar dari panas…
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Abdullah Cekka
In the quiet corner of a rice field, a woman cried out loudly from a house, her voice no less powerful than the rain pouring…
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