Friends Towards Heaven
Letter from you

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If yesterday I was still in doubt, today let me always say your name on every bow. I don't want this feeling to run out in the world alone, but I also want to take it to heaven*

Humairah.

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I put the letter that bang fathan gave to abi for me in the bag.

I will read it later after the tahajjud prayer.

So that I can find the message message contained in this letter.

Because I'm sure, the hour clock performing the tahajud prayer is a silent hour where my roommate no one gets up except me.

I ask God, whatever Jonathan wrote in the letter may be the best.

After tidying up the contents of the bag and put it in the closet, I went to the room Salwa right in front of my room.

"Assalamualaikum waaa."

I knocked on the door then opened it directly without first hearing the answer from the salwa.

It is a habit for us like that. Enter the room another friend said hello while opening the door, hehe.do not try to go to the neighbor's house.

"Moskalamic. Are you back?"

Salwa did not go home because her file was deliberately taken to the dorm since the beginning of school.

"Udah, just now. The friend in his room went to bed. There's no one."

I didn't find anyone when I entered the room.

"Waa, aisha minjam doong novel."

I used to spend my free time reading novels.

But this time all my novels have been read.

That's why I borrow a novel salwa because salwa also has a hobby like me.

He's just not too fanatical.

"Which novel is she? My novel has you all gone for it."

I chuckled at Salwa's reply.

"What you bought at the market."

Before I was picked up abi, during the afternoon salwa went to the bookstore in the market to buy Islamic novel genre.

"Ooo that one, just take it over the closet. I haven't read yet. Males, I'll tell you a story when you're done reading."

I picked up the novel that was still covered in plastic.

"Now, no, papa."

I doubt.

"Yeee, cake is not unusual just open my new novel. Though all my novels are bismillah-in." I chuckle.

"Borrow yes, tomorrow night. Page's only up to 354."

I'm elapsed.

I spent my afternoon reading the novel I borrowed from Salwa just now.

Meanwhile

Fathon pov: fathom pov:

"Yes pa, brother has been here an hour. Fathan here is loved by kosan pa. This is included in the scholarship. So free. Hehe." I grinned.

"Jude, good right there. Money was transferred earlier. Use it well."

Papa.

"Kan money fathan kemaren there is still pap, do not ask."

I can be said to be frugal anyway.

"O yeah? Yaudah, you canister."

I thanked papa and then closed the phone.

From SMA papa always took my phone even though it was only about 3 to 4 minutes long. I also understand because papa can be said to be a person who is busy with his work.

I live not far from Istanbul university, I facilitated a place to live, food that is certainly halal and also some pieces of college financing.

I cleaned up all my stuff and put where it was supposed to be.

In this room, I facilitated a springbed for 1 person, a nightstand and a closet and a study table equipped with study lights.

I can say I am satisfied with this facility.

I no longer need to use a vehicle to go to campus because the distance I am to campus is quite close and can be reached on foot.

After packing, I fell asleep because it was dark.

Aisha pov:

I woke up at 02:30

It's always like that.

It was as if there was an energy that opened my eyes to the clock as it is today.

I got off my bed at the top.

Then I took ablution in the bathroom.

After that I held a prayer mat and put on my face.

I too was dissolved in my prayers and prostrations.

About 20 minutes, I finished with the witir as well as the recitation of my Koran.

As I was about to go back to sleep, I remembered the letter from bang fathan.

I rushed to my closet door.

I found a gift given by Abi.

Iopenit.

I found a black face that I longed for. I also got a piece of paper.

To my son, humor.

A great pride because God gave me the trust to take care of you. A trust that I am most pleased with when I know you are the jewel that will take me and your mother to heaven.

Humairah, son.

You need to know, baby.

Raising you is the favor of Allah who is always grateful to this day and until anytime abi still grateful for being blessed with a child as beautiful and as good as you.

You, the child who was born a few years ago, the child who always cried about small things, have now grown into a girl who will be the successor to the religion.

Humairah, abi does not feel like a failure in educating you if you do not get a class champion or something.

However, abi's biggest regret for failing to educate you is when you grow up to be a girl who does not understand religion and does not practice the morality of a holy name that is now your name.

Abi deliberately put the name of the Prophet's favorite wife to you because abi wants to be a child who maintains honor and imitates the morality of the role model of the world's Muslim women.

And now abi feels successful because the child who abi dididik has grown into a perfect Muslimah in closing the aurat.

He also managed to become a girl who grew up not under the influence of courtship from his environment.

Thank you dear, for saving abi from the door of hell that might be open if you do not do things like you do today.

Stay sholehah and remain a little girl umi and abi.

Umi and abi will always obey the desire of caca when it brings goodness and benefits for caca and the future of caca.

Learn that the spirit of son, abi and umi loves you very much.

Greetings abi and umi ❤

I shed tears while reading while reading the letter from abi.

"I'm sorry that Caca has not been able to use niqob which means it is very perfect in closing the aurat. But abi, Caca will always try to grow awareness until the heart of the true caca is firmly established to perform the sacred action that is berniqob. Abi wait for caca."

My heart murmured.

I folded the letter from Abi with my heart and put it in a pink box.

Yeah, my valuables are in that box.

And the face I keep in the paper bag that is on my surface.

Next there is an envelope of letters from the person who is always enthroned in every song of my prayer. Brother fathan-ku.

I opened the letter and dissolved it in his action paragraph.