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The Angel of Allah (Islamic Love Story)

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The night wind that blows slowly caresses her face, a face that is wet because of her wudh activity. Suddenly a fresh coldness touched him, as if giving strength to his inner being. In the third of the night, he made a long prostration, honoring his Lord. Seeking to radiate his love and longing, love and longing for his Lord, love and longing for his Apostle, and love and longing for his bidadari. Yes, the angel who had left him, who had completed half his dien, which had been halal for him. Whosoever, if not his wife, the woman whom he loves, the woman who is perfect for him, must in fact know that he is not perfect other than his Creator, Allah Subhanahu wata'ala.

The tall and white man was used to be called the Dawn, the complete Fajar Rahmadi. He was crying on a bed beside the bed, a prayer mat used by his wife, Syafwa.

'Rabbi, I thank You for bringing forth an angel who is as careful as she is, who is as beautiful as she is, who is so devoted to her husband. Rabbi, loosen his grave, save him from the torment of his grave, place him with your devout women, with your heavenly angels, allow him to taste the pleasures of YOUR heaven, let him be the queen of angels for me. Rabbi, make her my only wife…'

He could no longer complete his plea, his tears pouring down from his throne. Slowly everything turned around, showing the times of togetherness between him and the angel of his life.

That morning, Fajar was having a good conversation with his friends when their homeroom teacher entered the classroom with a student behind him. The student introduced herself with a face that went awry, enduring her embarrassment and disbelief.

'Name sa.ya Syafwaturrahmah, I moved from Al-Ikhlas High School Surabaya. I hope my friends can help me socialize here. Thank you!'

Dawn showed a smile, Irfan who was beside him also understood the behavior of his close friend.

'Here you go, don't make him your bullion candidate again. He's too innocent for that.' His advice.

'Escape from where? Don't get used to judging someone from the outside!' reply to Dawn stubbornly.

'Hum, too bad feeling!' irfan's voice was slow, although it was still clearly heard by Dawn.

Day by day, Dawn increasingly tests the personality of the girl who is commonly called Syawah. Almost every meeting with Syafwa was colored with a sharp sentence throw from him

'Oh my goodness, where are you looking? My man in front, uh his eyes to the side. Haha..'

Dawn could see Shafwa's expression, his face lowered and eager to escape away from him.

'Why? If you want to go, just go.' Add more Dawn.

Just a step Syafwa walked, Dawn chattered sharply again.

'Standing up is like sitting, uh walking and crawling.. hahahaha!'

Some people around them just shook their head slowly, trying to commemorate the Dawn that the habit of bullying it is not good for a transfer student like Syafwa. But suddenly, my friend Shafwa named Mutia approached them. The tomboyish girl pointed her index finger in front of Dawn's face, then threw criticism for her.

'Do you have feelings or not Jar? How can you just mock, you want to demean the Shafwa again? remember, you also have a sister and a mother at home! They are also women, just like the Syafwa you are harassing!'

'Heh, who do you think you are? It's my mouth, whatever I want to say! Very chatty, attention-grabbing.' The dawn does not lose.

Mutia just shook her head slowly, then pulled Shafwa's hand to immediately move away from the famous Dawn 'sucks' by some people.

'Yes, are you crying?' mutia asked, she unintentionally watched a drop of clear water fall from her shelter.

'No.' Shafwa tried to cover up the pain that was for the umpteenth time caused by Dawn.

'Here you are, your tears are too vain if they fall because of Dawn.' Persuade Mutia, make Syafwa embrace her.

'Thanks to Muti, I don't know what you have to do. Thanks yeah..'

'Same-sama..'

Unexpectedly, Dawn listened to their talk which made her heart quite rustle. But before they realized his presence, he rushed away and returned to the classroom which at that time seemed crowded because of the empty lesson hours.

'Woi Jar, tumben loe diem!' rizal Tegur.

'No papa.' Slowly, disturbed by his friend's question.

He ignored the crowds of the students beside him, he busied himself with the thought of the sharp and wounded gazes that were in the eyes of Shafwa.

Time passed, the middle years in High School were over. There are times that will bring students to a busy schedule and tasks that accumulate. In that semester, Dawn was no longer in the same class as Shafwa. There was something missing from his days, something strange in his heart. But on the sidelines of an accidental meeting with the Shafwa, Fajar felt a hostile look from the eyes of the Shafwa, he was completely unable to open his mouth. I don't know if there's something hurting in his body, right behind his back.

'Excuse me, ' Syafwa said past Dawn which was at the middle of her class door.

'Just pass!' sahut Fajar with his haughty tone, trying to cover up the turmoil that suddenly disturbed him.

Dawn no longer gets a friendly gaze from the Shafwa, no longer like the old days that radiate a friendly air. There was only a sharp gaze that exuded a sense of resistance or rebellion. The atmosphere made Dawn uncomfortable and stopped disturbing the Shafwa. Until finally one day he was reunited with the girl who was then aggressively changing her appearance to something different, Fajar knew that.

That afternoon Fajar witnessed Syafwa who was about to remove his motor vehicle from the crush of other motors. The dawn that had finished washing his hands through the tap of water near the parking lot immediately marginalized the one motor that made Syafwa difficult. The girl showed her face, seemingly confused by the behavior of Dawn which was completely unexpected. Fajar initially wanted to laugh, but because he was too afraid to lose the charisma of 'sucks it', he stopped it. Upon arrival at home, he almost dropped his phone due to the movement that was not careful in playing the ball in his room. Suddenly he gets one incoming message on his phone, from an unknown number.

'Assalamu'alaikum, thank you for your help. Sorry for not having time to say it. From Syafwaturrahmah.'

'There's this girl's behavior!' faris said as she put down her phone, not intending to reply.

Without feeling, the journey to school in the days of High School has ended. Those joyful and sorrowful times have brought Dawn to many colorful things, but there is already a feeling of confusion in choosing advanced education.

'If the advice mbak anyway, you continue in STAIN only Jar, learn to be a useful Islamic youth.' Advice of his brother, Mbak Zahra who at that time had turned into an akhwat.

'All right, I agree.' He answered after considering everything.

Two years Fajar has been studying at one of the Islamic Universities in Surabaya. At that time he had obtained many things that he thought were very great, extraordinary, and able to change himself who initially did not want to learn Islam more deeply.

'Ah, how about this seminar we invite famous ustadz in Jakarta, Ustadz Solmed for example. Let increase the interest of students outside our campus.' Irwan, his best friend.

'If according to ana Wan, it is better to just endadz in this city. Because of their fear, their intention to attend the seminar was not lillahhi ta'ala, but because they wanted to meet the ustadz. In addition, the cost is getting bigger.' Reply to Dawn with a distinctive tone of his last year.

'Wah antum is right akh, ane agrees with antum's proposal. All right, let ana tell sister ana about the antum proposal, then sister ana conveyed to Sukhti Syafwa as the person in charge.' Again with Irwan.

'Shyafwa?' Dawns wonder.

Dawn was pensive in her room, her brother who found his sister relaxed without the busyness was immediately approaching her

'Dawn, can I come in?' ask her brother who is pregnant.

'Please.' Slowly in the room.

'Jar, your college is almost done, you're 23 years old. Do not intend to complete your dien?' said Mbak Gita, as if asking him to act like that.

'That, e. has not yet had a candidate. If you have yes, maybe you can try Dawn.'

'That right? You want ta'aruf?'

'God willing.'

'Alhamdulillah, alright, I will arrange a meeting of our family and his family soon. This is the ta'aruf file, please read it yourself.'

Dawn opened the file with bismillah, his heart suddenly rippled when he found some writing in it.

Name: Syafwaturrahmah

Fajar was very surprised when he saw the name and the photo, his memory again revolved in the 'jahiliyah' period which was so embarrassing.

Fajr gave thanks when he learned that the Shafwa received his sermon. Both eyes are no longer sharp full of resistance as before, but look clear and soothing.

'I received his marriage and marriage, Syafwaturrahmah bint Ali Azhari with a set of prayer tools paid in cash!'

The originally overcast sky had turned bright, as bright as the heart of Dawn which was no longer gray due to its solitude. For there is an angel by his side, whom he will keep as long as God permits.

'How many kids do you want?' syafwa asked suddenly, in the midst of their togetherness in a lake.

'It is up to God to give him how much, the most important thing is that you are able to do it.' Answer the wise Dawn.

'Mas, ana wants our first child to be a girl. Let someone take care of you if you face God first.'

'After all, she will marry and follow her husband? Hayo, how?'

'It's okay, because ana believes in women more.'

'If so, then how to marry again?'

Syafwa was silent because of it, making Fajar smile amusedly looking at his wife.

There were no gloomy days during their marriage, stage by stage dating after marriage Fajar lived beautifully with Syafwa. Until finally the gloomy day arrived, God picked up Syafwa through the intermediary of strep throat he suffered. The days of Dawn are no longer as bright as ever, a year together in the beauty of sowing love in the shade of God as if not reciprocating two years of bad nature to Shafwa. The dawn was dripping with tears, suddenly his heart was coaxing him. Asking him to immediately return to his creator, he fell asleep in his prostration. Forever…

Story by: Hanida Ulfah

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