Bye-bye My Flip Flops

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Ramadhan is a holy month for me and all muslims in the world. It is a month that I always welcome with happiness. It is also a month in which the atmosphere of worship is anywhere to be seen. When all muslims are able to gain a bunch of reward from Allah SWT if they manage to fast, do tarawih prayers, and other sunnah prayers. I always miss Ramadhan, and all the stories that happen during this blessed month.

When I was a child, breakfasting was the most awaited moment because I always kept my favourite snacks since morning. Ah, that was so funny, if I remember it now. So much food on the table made me want to eat all of them. Then, I was often too full.

Even though my stomach was too full, I was always enthusiastic to pray tarawih at mosque every night. My friend and I went to mosque together. We made jokes all along the road. That was beautiful moment as I was a child. But, one day, I got an embarrassing one.

That night, when the sky was so clean, the stars were shining and made the sky splendid, as usual I walked to the mosque with my friends. There was not something unusual. I did tarawih prayers until the end. After I finished my duty to ask signature from the speaker, I went out.

flip flops

As I was outside the mosque, I was shocked to know that my flip-flops had gone. My friends asked me to recall where the last time I put my flip-flops just in case I forgot. But, I was so sure that I put them somewhere. I felt horrible. My friends helped me to find my flip-flops. They were looking for my flip-flops all around the mosque.

Unfortunately, we could not find the flip-flops. I was so fed-up yet so curious who stole them when I prayed. I felt like I did not have an axe to grind. Why it happened to me? But, I realized that it was useless. Although I lost my head, I decided to go home because the night was already late. I got over it, so bye-bye my flip-flops.

I walked barefoot to my home. My feet hurt so badly. But, my heart was more painful. I was ashamed, I felt like all eyes were watching me. A little bit lucky, it was at night so it was not so clearly. It was not easy to get up on the wrong side of the bed.

When I arrived at home, I told my mother what happened to my flip-flops. She raised me up and promised me to buy new flip-flops for me. I was so happy that my mother made her promise.

After that incident, I was not afraid to go to the mosque but I was more careful. I brought a plastic bag to carry my flip-flops in it. When I was praying, I put that bag beside my shaff so nobody would be able to take it away from me.

How about you, buddy? Do you have any similar experience to mine?

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33 thoughts on “Bye-bye My Flip Flops

  1. Flip flop robber -__-. I never lost my flip flop but, sometimes friend of mine usually hiding it somewhere and then laughing out loud during my investigation at everyspot.

    Forgive my english…its too bad 😀

  2. Aahh, komentnya pakai Indonesian Language gpp kan?
    Dulu pun aku begitu, pulang tarawiy, loh kok gak ada sendal jepitku? Kalau bukan sengaja diumpetin sama temen2, ya pasti ada yg nuker 🙁

    1. Nggak papa Mba, monggo.
      Iya, suka sebel kalau ingat ya. Tapi, itu namanya romantika tarawih kali ya.
      Jadi ada cerita buat anak cucu.

  3. My neighbours have a brilliant trick to outsmart the thieves. Whenever they go to mosque, they’ll wear their old flip flops or slippers. That way, they never lose their footwears coz the bad guys usually look for the newer ones 😉

  4. I have no experience on flip flops…I am forever a big fan of sneakers!!
    I always borrowed my brother’s sandals whenever I go to the mosque, not a big deal! Hahaha
    Salam kenal mbak, sukses selalu 😀

  5. Haha… I felt you!
    Carrying flip-flops into a plastic bag was a part of my childhood, too. But I did it just to be more cautious. Luckily, I always had my flip-flops with me.
    Thanks for sharing your childhood memory.

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