In this era of heightening bullying cases, when small kids could even make their friends severely injured for whatever weird reason, my memory flew years back to my childhood. Sometimes I was bullied, sometimes I was also a bully. But there was this experience where I couldn't differentiate whether I was that bully or the bullied. This experience has been engraved in my mind like some sort of certificate, and I was terrified to confess what I did until more than five years later to my parents when I was already in high school. But when I told them that, I didn't see any change of expression like... whether they were angry, upset at me, or things like that. Nor they responded verbally other than, "Oh... is that so... okay, that was already a long time ago..." Therefore, their lack of reaction had been making me kind of confused about whether that was something I should take as a passing memory or a sin that I should ask for forgiveness. Had... so now I already know the...
Ngobrolin Islam dalam kehidupan | Islam in everyday life