Friends Towards Heaven
Struggling
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The wind does not blow to shake the trees, but tests the strength of the roots.*
- ali ibn abi thalib
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Today I was really late. Because it was in line to be operated by the school to buy millimeter paper for math students.
Last week, Mr. Rudi told us that we should not enter if we do not bring the millimeter paper.
I forgot to buy it.
I just remembered it this morning when Salwa told me.
Spontaneous I immediately ran to the cooperative when the lesson will start 5 men8lit again.
I thought the quiet cooperative turned out I was wrong. As a result I was 10 minutes late in the subject of Mr. Rudi.
I stood in front of the door, not daring to enter.
"So, Maca has to be how this is."
I muttered. Long time standing at the door and I was almost crying, suddenly I called someone.
"Asalamualaikum aisyah humairah."
The sound came from behind me.
"Getishalam."
I turned. There was azzam
"Well, who is here? Not in class?"
Ask brother azzam.
"Aisyah is late brother, aisha was the first co-operative. Trus suitcase is solid, aisyah can not be fast. How's this azzam's brother?"
I almost cried.
"Ooo, just like this. Previously brother apologized for not ngabarin aisyah through buk fatma if today we practice in the city hall. This is his duty letter. Let brother come in and give me his letter."
For whatever I am grateful, Brother Azzam is coming at this time.
"Okay, sister, thank you very much brother azzam."
I think my eyes are shining right now.
Azzam's sister again showed her shady smile.
After azzam asked permission for the picket and also called the fatma buk because it took me out of the school yard, we finally left for the city hall.
Arriving there, I saw ustadz imam was training the host or protocol.
"Assalamualaik."
My greetings and my greetings almost simultaneously.
"Moskalamic. Eh nak azzam same nak aisyah has arrived. Please sit on my right. Azzam please guide aisha."
Ustadz imam.
"Good ustadz,ayo aisyah."
I'm following azzam's sister.
"Aisha, tomorrow I read Surah arrahman yes." Azzam began to open his Koran.
"Yes, brother, I'm azzam azzam ayesha, the rhythm."
"God, we will learn together." Azzam replied. I spent my time studying with brother Azzam until the afternoon before me and my friend who participated in the race were delivered home by ustadz imam in a foundation car.
Such was my activity during this week, I was picked up by the priest ustadz and sometimes azzam brother who picked up.
Of course with foundation cars too.
And then we got back in the afternoon. The problems at school were initially constrained, but I finally adjusted it because this week is not week week UH.
Not felt, now it's Friday.
That means tomorrow night I will perform in front of the students and students of al Islah High School.
Azzam told me today that we will gladi on the spot.
"Sir Azzam, we'll go to Al High School at what time?"
Actually I can't wait.
"Later about 3 o'clock aisha."
Azzam was still busy with the Qur'an in his hands. My mind is glaring.
I imagined I'd meet bang fathan and then I'd ask and I'd tell him everything.
"Aisha, later in the thirteenth verse do not forget more duhayati ya."
Azzam's sister advised me because indeed in that verse I should have kicked it more.
"Yes, sister, try again later, brother."
I'm asserting.
"Dark, azzam. Let's go, son!"
Ustadz the priest called me and brother azzam.
"Good ustadz. Aisyah come on."
Azzam asked me to follow him.
"Yes, brother."
And I got into the car controlled by ustadz imam tuning the school bang fathan.
Uh Al Islah High School I mean. Hehe.
During the journey that spent approximately one and a half hours, I continued to pray to God to be reunited with bang fathan.
Arriving there, it turns out that Ashar time has entered.
"Children, we pray ashar first at school. Later 10 15 minutes after the greeting meet ustadz in the school hall."
Ustadz the priest instructed.
"Good ustadz."
We headed to the ablution.
I'm thankful that my wudhuku isn't canceled.
So I headed straight for the mushola.
"Gak wudhu shah?"
Azam rebuked me.
"Not yet to cancel my brother, that's aisyah already wudhu kok." I answered Azam's question.
Azzam muttered too slowly.
"How sis?"
I asked him to repeat his words again.
"Not really aisyah, just continue with kemushola ya." Azzam's brother passed.
"Neither azzam."
I entered the mushola.
"What did azzam say?"
I asked myself.
"Ah, that's it."
I don't pay much attention to it.
After the iqomah, the imam is welcome to come forward.
"Allahu akbar."
I feel familiar with this voice.
As the priest read alfatihah and surah al fajr, my heart trembled.
I know this voice very well, a voice that used to always chant juz 30 when I did not open the Koran for muraja'ah because I was in a hitch.
And that voice I haven't heard in years.
Now the voice is again heard to be the priest of us all.
That was the voice of Jonathan.
I enjoyed every verse of the Qur'an he recited.
After abi, the voice of the priest I most pleased was the voice of bang fathan.
Although I admit the voice of azzam more gently compared bang fathan, but still the sound of bang fathan has its own charisma for me to listen to.
"Assalamualaikum warrahmatullah, assalamualaikum warrahmatullah."
Greetings end bang fathan's voice.
I have a serie in my heart.
Please forgive me because my prayer is disturbed by the thought of bang fathan. After dhikr and prayer, I intend to find bang fathan.
I rushed out of the mosque and put on my shoes.
When to step,
"Dear of it!"
I saw the source of the voice, it turns out brother azzam
"yes, brother azzam."
I half ran towards azzam's sister.
"Come keaula. Together."
I glanced at the watch in my hand. Well, it's time to get together.
I want to meet Jonathan.
"Yes, brother."
I'm asserting.
"Sir Azzam, azzam's brother did not know the priest earlier?"
I hope azzam's brother answers it's bang fathan.
"Hmm, no. Why is it."
Azzam Rada was suspicious.
"What's wrong, Aisyah likes the same sound."
That was his voice, Jonathan.
"Don't tell me you're asking who the guy is because you're gonna like the owner of that voice, too?" Azzam grinned.
I laughed at the expression of Azzam.
Azzam laughed too.
Maybe if at first glance we look very happy. And without anyone else knowing, we just laugh at trivial things.
Indeed, during this one week, my time was spent with brother Azzam as well as ustadz the priest.
The reason for the week preparation is that we do not want to drop the image of the school because later there will be small mistakes when performing.
Azzam and I walked to the hall requested by the priest.Do not think we walk parallel, azzam walked a few steps in front of me to avoid the slander that will appear later.
Arriving at the hall, I was asked by ustadz imam gladi using a mickrophone that had been sniffed by the committee.
I started reading Surah arrahman verses 1-25.
Bissmillah, I started it.
I keep every verse by verse.
Feel the message of God whose love is poured out to every creature on this earth.
It is very disadvantageous if there are creatures who are not grateful especially kufur delights.
In the thirteenth verse, the,
فبا ىءالاءربكما تكذ بان
Which favor of your Lord do you deny? (Qs.Arrahman verse 13)
My tears welled up as I lived this letter, so my voice trembled.
After reading the Surah arrahman,
I still shed my tears that were still flowing. Azzam's brother came right at me.
"God, humour, without me teaching you, you are extraordinary. Looks like your gladi is only a few times."
Azzam's brother praised me.
"Hehe, maafin aisyah yes brother, Iisha cengeng."
I wiped my tears.
"Not bad. You only live the lafadz lafadz of Allah in that surah. Your heart is too soft a humor."
Azzam again praised me.
I just smiled and went back to repeating the surah that I will bring tomorrow night.
Outside the hall, right in front of the window. I really didn't realize there was a man looking at me and sister azzam with a sad look
