A Love for Khayra

Glimmer of Hope

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After performing the fardhu ashar prayer, Khayra held his sore knee, with great difficulty doing the prayer.

" Asalamualaikum's chat.."

The sound of Mother coming home from the store, Khayra rushed to fold her face.

With a slightly limp leg Khayra walked open the door for Mommy.

" Walaikumsalam Mother.."

" Which mbok, baby? "

" There's another Mother's bath. "

Mommy cleaned the former container of side dishes for sale.

" Why his feet? "

Mother realized her daughter's legs look limp.

" Hehe.had fallen from Mother's bicycle. "

" Khayra dear, so be careful when cycling. " Mother's Advice.

" Yes Mother. "

It is very common for Khayra to fall from a bicycle, not a new thing because of how many times Khayra has fallen while cycling.

Even so Mother still worried about the princess only wayangnya.

" It's been given medicine yet dear. "

" It's Mother. "

Mother saw Khayra's knee wound covered in plaster.

" Yes already Mommy wants to take a bath first, Mommy is already very sultry. "

Mother rubbed Khayra's head affectionately and passed to the room to take a towel to clean herself.

Khayra returned to her room to do her schoolwork.

Already in Khayra's final semester of school, she will soon face her final graduation exam.

Khayra was eager to continue college, but she abandoned her intentions. Because it is impossible for him to go to college, with the state of Mother.

Khayra felt sorry for her Mother who always slammed her bones, for the sake of supporting herself.

Khayra was always a class champion, Khayra was not just a good girl, and she was a good girl. She's also a smart girl.

Several times he represented the school to participate in the championship.

Khayra sighed deeply, exhaling slowly.

Mother Khayra wants to boast of Mother and make Mother live properly. Khayra wants to make Mother happy. Khayra does not want to trouble Mother. Khayra whispers sincerely.

Khayra was still diligent with her textbook, Mother approached Khayra and chose to sit on the edge of Khayra's bed.

" Dear you have a lot of schoolwork? "

" No Mother, this is just doing the same English reading tasks. "

" Deliberate learning, dear, you are the hope of Mother. "

Khayra nodded slowly, Mother stroking Khayra's long hair. Only in the room did Khayra dare to take off her hijab.

" Next night after coming home from Surau Rara study again. "

" Does Khayra want to continue college after graduating from High School? "

Mother's question made Khayra silent for a moment, how much she wanted her heart to answer yes, but Khayra preferred to shake her head slowly.

" why? "

" Khayra will help Mommy sell after graduation later, pity Mommy if you have to hard-earned to think about the cost for Rara's college later. "

Mother embraces her daughter's body, holding her favorite daughter in her arms, which is the reason Mother survives the rigors of life.

Mother just smiled, both hands holding her daughter's flat cheeks.

Dear Khayra, anything you will do for your happiness my son. Although Mommy must be a Mother and also a Father for you.Bisik Mommy in heart.

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Arini and Khayra went hand in hand to surau, to teach and pray in surau.

Khayra and Arini helped Ustadz Khalid and his wife teach the children who taught Iqro'. While those who teach the Quran will be taught directly by Ustadz Khalid and Ummi Annisa .

By the time of the adhan Maghrib all sat down in Surau.

Seen from the window of the manau Pak village head, Pak Bahrun berbongcan motor with Blue, just came to the surau.

" Sst.." Arini nudged Khayra on the shoulder, Khayra did not budge.

" Apaan the Arin. "

" That's your mortal enemy, come with my Father. "

Khayra glanced towards the window, Blue looks handsome, his clean face is still wet by ablution with a shirt shirt and holster patterned box increasingly makes him dashing.

Khayra looked down again, Arini still teasing her best friend.

That strange guy looks different to a peci and covered clothes like that.

Khayra whispered in her heart, and shook her head slowly. Trying to cloud his admiration.

Astarghfirullahaladzim aposchland.

Blue and Pak Bahrun were seen stepping in, greeting other worshippers and sitting on the front dish for men, Khayra and Arini could not see Blue because women and men were separated by a barrier cloth in the middle.

Adhan maghrib began to roar with melodious, evocative every soul who longs for the creator of his_.

Ustadz Khalid prayed.

The process of learning began, all male students sat neatly with Ustadz Khalid.

All looks diligent, Blue sat in the corner of the surau, just looking at other students who are mostly children with a distant age.

They even taught me better.

Blue looks down, because of Mr. Bahrun's invitation then he wants to come to the surau.

I don't know how long he hasn't touched his prayer mats and mushaff Al_quran at home. His family never really taught religion in educating his son.

1 yrs.

2 year.

3 year.

Even more.

Blue forgot..

Last Blue taught and prayed when Blue was 7 years old, Pak Bahrun who used to teach him when Pak Bahrun was still working in Jakarta with Blue parents who note his bene friend Pak Bahrun.

Ustadz Khalid approached him, sitting next to the still-down Blue unaware of Ustadz Khalid's presence.

" kids. "

" Eh yeah.. Ustadz sorry. "

Blue kissed the back of Ustadz Khalid's hand.

" Why not join the others. "

" I'm sorry Ustadz.."

Blue further lowered his handsome face, Ustadz Khalid frowned.

" I'm ashamed.."

" Shame? " Renewy of Ustadz Khalid.

Blue took a brief pause before answering Ustadz Khalid.

" I can't teach and pray, I've forgotten Ustadz. " Clearly with a bowed face.

" What's your name, son? "

" Blue Ustadz. "

" Hmm Nak Biru. why should we be embarrassed when we are not good at teaching and praying, while we still intend to learn and Nak Biru want to really do it. "

" But Ustadz, look at all of them as children, and I've grown up like this. They are all already smart even already the Quran. "

" It's never too late. "

Blue stared at the shady face of Ustadz Khalid.

" Come again tomorrow day, after the Isya prayer, we will learn. "

" Thank you Ustadz. "

The wise Ustadz Khalid did not want to make Blue shy and insecure. So decided Blue to learn to teach after other students finished teaching and went home.

A speck of tears and happy to point, Blue felt contemptuous before his Rabb_ whom he had never remembered.

Thank you, God..

By pronouncing Blue taawudz began to learn to teach, with a vibrating mouth he spelled out the letter hijaiyyah.

Blue listened solemnly, Ustadz Khalid recited the prayer call.

" Take! "

Ustadz Khalid gave a complete prayer book, Blue received it.

Maybe just a book is worthless, but for life Blue book is a precious gift that he has received.

Even the branded goods and other luxury facilities that his parents gave him so far are far more valuable this book.

" Thank you Ustadz. " Blue nodded respectfully many times, expressing her happiness.

Closely occupied by Ustadz Khalid's book, Blue was deeply moved.

Blue left a desolate mane, Ustadz Khalid looked at Blue with a smile.

Ummi came from behind the hijab dividing women and men separating the middle of the surau.

" Big.." Sapa Ummi Annisa soft.

" Yes Ummi.."

" Thank you Abi for giving the boy a chance to get closer to his Rabb_. "

" It is our duty as fellow Ummi Muslims. "

Ustadz Khalid and Ummi both smiled happily.

May you be a better person, Son Blue, a person who is close and obedient to His Lord.

Munajat Ustadz Khalid sincere.

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Blue Author to you.

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