
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
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I sat down on the couch and began to look at this open book in front of him, it glistened in his eyes. Because of the habit of moonlight that enters through the window slit. Alardo held it carefully as if afraid that the book would be broken. He observed the Arabic and Latin forms of writing. Then start reading the translation there.
*QS AL-ANAM: 163-75*
‘*no allies for him: and so it was ordered to me and I was the first to surrender (muslim*)’
‘*Say (Muhammad), “whether (broken) I seek a god other than Allah, whereas he is the god of all things. Every sinful act of a person, he himself is responsible. And one will not bear the burden of the sins of others. Then to your Lord you will return, and he will tell you what you used to dispute*’
‘*he is the one who created heaven and earth with the right(right), when he said “ be!” so be something. His word is true and his is all power when the trumpet is blown. He knows the supernatural and the real. He is the wisest, the all-knowing.’ \> verse 73*.
My heart was shaken violently, yet not hurting just pounding out of nowhere, I can't explain. I opened the front page of the manure a little but I was interested. With a little stammering I followed the murrotal I was looking for on youtube by typing the name of this surah
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QS ALFATIHAH
‘ By mentioning the name of the all-loving god, the all-loving’
Praise be to Allah, the Lord of all nature
Owner of the day of vengeance.
It is to you that we worship and only to you that we ask for help.
Show us the straight path.
(i.e.,) the way of those whom you have blessed; not (the way) of those who are cursed, and not (the way) of those who are lost.
I don't know since when there was wet on my cheeks, whether since when these tears let out the water. My heart is restless yet calm, worried yet not anxious. Thumping but not hurting, this is not painful but there is a turbulent feeling of great happiness. Then I stood out from here, looking for whether abi was awake or not, and it was true that when I crossed the kitchen, I saw abi who was making tea, it looks like he's going to be praying at night like Hanna did. I want my anxiety answered, Abi was surprised to see me looking panicked maybe but I need his advice, I need certainty about this. I need his opinion. And he seemed to understand without me explaining. He pulled out a chair and took me to sit down.
“mau tea too? He asked, I shook my head.
“pull a breath then slowly release” at him and I do his command.
“tell nak” said abi. And I told him everything as well as about the road that I felt. Apparently abi was crying yes tears came out but a smile should decorate his face, he was crying not because sad, but happy.
“yarab.. thanks for knocking on his hard heart” he said sounding grateful. He covered my cheek and locked my gaze with his face.
“allah wants this abi boy back to him, he knocks on your heart and softens it a little. Abi happy very happy.”
“what should I do bi?” I asked in a quivering tone, I was also happy but a little scared, I was afraid of disappointing.
“abi will give the address of where he used to study Islam, and worship there, but the place is far away and I think it takes a long time, do you want?” he asked, I had a little doubt, because I have a wife here who will take care of him if I leave.
“ abi know you're worried about Hanna, there's abi, ummi, and Alina here. You go with Daniel and Anthony. Abi will replace you keep Hanna until you return with Alardonya abi like 15 years ago.”
“baik abi.. I will leave after my wife finishes the final trial, I am already sure of this” I replied firmly, I do not want to waste the opportunity that. I was moved to feel my heart burst as I said that great name. Which for 17 years I never said that name again.
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...Jazakumullah khair's...
...Keep making the Qur'an as the main reading...
don't forget your support, my friend...