Accompany Me with Hijrah

ASYIFAS

Nusantara campus this morning looks so quiet on Saturday. There is no college schedule. Students who come are only active students and are members of their respective SMEs. Some students also choose to perpus, mostly to search for thesis material.

Unusually, Zarra came to campus today. Usually he will choose to hang out at the cafe or hang-mall or watch. There is something he needs to see on campus. Actually, he also did not know whether this person who would be met came to campus or not. Because they're different majors, so Zarra doesn't know if he's coming or not. Zarra was just hoping on luck today. He also toured the campus to see the activities of the campus SMEs.

It's been almost two hours Zarra's been touring the campus. He felt tired. He also sat on the campus stairs near the lobby of his department building. He also saw his cell phone. No chat or calls from Kinar or Malik. Malik's? Aye! Since the day they broke up, Malik has completely disappeared. It's been almost a week. Usually, when they get there, Malik will quickly contact her. It won't be a day that Malik will call her. Again, sadness and anger crept into his heart. His prestige and ego said, fine! My life still fine without you! But his heart said he wasn't sure he could survive any longer away from Malik.

Zarra let out a long breath. While waiting for his mood and strength to return, Zarra straightened her legs. Several times students passed by next to him. He doesn't really care about it. In the meantime, he opened his Instagram account. View the latest posts.

"Excuse me," a soft voice surprised him. He looked at it for a moment. However, it turned back towards the owner of the voice. A woman passed him. Looks like she's a student. Petite stature. He wears a long black robe complete with his veil. He walked leisurely towards the second floor, although some students were whispering as soon as they saw him.

Instantly Zarra put her phone in the bag and ran after the woman.

"Asyifa!," he called. The veiled woman looked.

"Yes" replied Asyifa. He noticed Zarra approaching him. He felt he did not know Zarra, but felt he had seen her.

"Sorry I'm not bothering? Do you have time?" asked Zarra as soon as they faced each other. Asyifa looked at Zarra from top to bottom.

"Yes. I'm not in a hurry anymore. What is it?" asked Asyifa.

"Can't we talk in the cafeteria?" pinta Zarra. Asyifa nodded in a smile. The smile was not immediately visible, but Zarra knew from Asyifa's narrowed eye movements like a smiling person. They also walked to the cafeteria.

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"I know Zarra, the child of fissile," said Zarra as she extended her hand. Greeted by Ashifa. They sit in the canteen. Because it's Saturday, so the canteen isn't too crowded.

"Asyifa, I'm from English Literature," replied Asyifa kindly.

"Lo wants to pesen what? I'm the pesenin, you guys" asked Zarra.

"That's okay, just later, Ra," replied Asyifa kindly. Zarra sat opposite Asyifa. He looked at Ashifa with question marks.

"Lo's not hot, is it,?" ask Zarra keceplosan. Spontaneously he shut his mouth, realizing his folly. His bad habits do like the origin of nyeplos when he is really curious. Asyifa laughed at Zarra's behavior.

"Nothing times, Ra! I've always been asked that question" replied Asyifa. Zarra laughed embarrassedly. "Trus, what do you want to say until you have to talk like this?" asked Asyifa later.

"Hijrah? How did it go to me?" asked Asyifa. Zarra was confused as to how to answer. It does look strange when judging a person's knowledge from his appearance.

"I'm sorry before, Fa. It's not my intention to judge elo by appearance. But I am also confused who else to ask. My friend said I should find ustadzah to teach me, I have no contact ustadzah at all," replied Zarra innocently. From his face, he looks honest. Asyifa smiled.

"Okay, what do you want to ask now?" asked Asyifa. A really meek Asyifa voice sounded in Zarra's ears. He also began to tell what he was going through. This is the first time Zarra has been able to tell a new person. Asyifa's meekness amazed Zarra, believing that Asyifa would be able to help her.

"Gue was confused about where to start," concluded Zarra at the end of the story. Ashifa was silent for a moment.

"Ra, the matter of hijrah is the intention of your heart. Your wish. So it all starts with yourself" replied Asyifa. Zarra still did not understand Ashifa's words. Seeing that Zarra was still confused, Asyifa continued her words, "beginning with yourself. Fix your prayers, close your aurat, care the same around you. Do what is necessary in our religion. Do your duty, and God will fulfill your right". Zarra was silent

Prayer? It was rare that he never did that worship again. Since his father was out of town, he never prayed again. Close aurat. Wait, what? That means you have to wear hijab dong. Honestly, for this matter Zarra really had no intention at all. According to him, the behavior must first be corrected then he will hijab. He does not want when it is hijab, will open and close again. But Asyifa said fix things that are mandatory. Does that mean hijab is obligatory?, he murmured in his heart.

"If you need to learn more, tomorrow will be Sunday, you can come to my house. I know a good ustadzah to guide you slowly," Asyifa said later. Zarra nodded in agreement. Finally he found an ustadzah to guide him. He just realized that it turns out to make friends that easy. He seemed to easily say it all even though he was new to Asyifa. He remembered Ustadz Adi's words last night, that when one is well-intentioned to change, God will meet good people. God will also make the way easy. Inwardly, Zarra was truly grateful to be able to meet Asyifa today without a plan. Thank you, O God, Zarra whispered inwardly.

 

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ZARRA POV

Today I met Asyifa, the veiled woman in my college. The only veiled woman on our campus. I thought she was a woman of high knowledge and would advise me as much as mothers. But I'm wrong. He's a very humble. Friendliest. His manner of speaking was also gentle.

I thought veiled women would only talk about religion. Asyifa is different. I talked to him about psychology, he continued. I'm talking about the situation outside the campus, keep up. Even I invited him to talk about the movie he was excited. His son is cheerful but polite. Stupidly, I asked her clothes. Honestly, it's because I wonder what it's like to wear a covered shirt like that. I used to wear a veil and it was pretty hot. Maybe he's used to it.

Actually I hesitated to see him. From last night I kept weighing yes and no. Because honestly, I don't know what this is for. The hijrah? For what, for whom and what? I feel comfortable with my life now. Or maybe because of Malik.

Egoku said to show Malik that I can change too. I can be like Kinar. Does this mean I'm jealous of Kinar? Honestly, I'm not jealous of Kinar. I'm just disappointed in them. They told me to emigrate, but none of them are here now to accompany me. At least help me find the ustadzah. I don't know any of the ustadzah. Or they can motivate me a little. There was absolutely no action from them. Is this their love for me? And I'm also offended by the Instagram caption Kinar today. Is that our friendship?

My mind kept asking, demanding answers that I didn't know who to ask. I hope Asyifa can really lead me. As a friend, maybe later as a friend. Hope so. I let my body fall asleep on its own.

 

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