CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

Azam wore an ash-and-ash suit with a tie to complete him, holding 2 iPhones and sitting on his throne. Didn't mean jumawa, but his gesture is powerful. His presence became the center of attention, many students pointed to the figure who was beside the Dean's sir.

While the room used in the seminar was filled with students, almost no empty seats were found. Alif from behind the committee room gave a thumbs up to Azam, the young man wore earphones to control the course of the event. Azam was also wearing an earcret in his right ear listening to Alif call out.

"15 minutes to go on stage, welcome. Ready - ready not to let the tie tilt, later there will be no students who glance".

Azam smiled as Alif ended it with a laugh. The only thing that Alif and Hamzah "Alang" have in common is Azam's lethargy.

Azam took to the stage, greeted enthusiastically by the seminar participants. He stood behind the podium using modern glasses to make him look like a lecturer. Azam is like a rich businessman with the indentation of a suit on his slender waist, so young with classy Fashion. The occasional boisterous clap interrupted Azam as he spoke. He conveyed his views straightforwardly on how to dress Muslim women today and compared it to the time of the Prophet.

"But if that is the case, I think there are more entitled to convey it in more detail through motivators that have been invited by the committee. Me and the Dean of Ushuluddin faculty were only a small part of this event, the unofficial responsibility__ As Alif told me. There is no better word to say than thank you for all your attention. Enjoy the time and__ Wassalamualaikum warahmatulli wabarakatuh..."

The room rumbled as participants answered his greetings. Azam came down the steps elegantly.

"Perfecto mas, until no college student blinks. Swear on!"

Alif started babbling.

Azam pressed his earcret, whispering to the young man while sitting in his place back.

"Here you better take care of the room behind you than to keep picking at me. It was noisy when I delivered the speech!"

Alif laughed at Azam's complaint.

"It's a pity that the tape ran out to put the pot on stage, so no one made a cover of Shita's chatter. Too excited and amazed to see his favorite lecturer decorated"

The seminar was only started when the invited guests had finished delivering their welcome speech, also after the recitation of the recitation of the recitation. Shita took the stage as the host, and blinked her eyes at the expressionless Azam. Say that the style is good and very unnecessary to say. Azam deliberately skipped the part, chat with the Dean sir lll related to the accreditation of each program at Ushuluddin faculty. Occasionally double-checking his Gmail account may be a reply from Prof. Yasin had already entered the matter of rescheduling their discussion.

Mr. Dean Ill pat Azam's arm.

"We are not wrong to recruit, even though you came with a title from the west there. But your faith remains strong, you actually have the quality of studying our religion well"

Azam said hamdalah and sukur to the Dean for the praise that he did not deserve.

The Dean nodded.

Mr. Dean nudged Azam, again focusing on the stage.

Azam instead, looked at that face from the side. Smiling at her veiled intentions, an attractive offer. Azam will consider another time.

The new seminar began when Shita invited their motivators to take the stage. While Azam was busy replying to the massanger from Prof. Yasin, he asked him to meet at the discussion forum of Hizb ut Tahrir Indonesia in the afternoon at 16:20 WIB. Another notification came from Alif Hasbullah's account.

Look at the stage... Such a beautiful time in wine?

Azam clucked, in the absence of the message in one glance. Alif can be much more nyentil than his brother who has been slenge'an.

Then lazily - lazily he lifted his face from the phone screen, and in an instant almost dropped the object. Almost dropped it because his fingers were suddenly slippery. The phone eventually slipped and tipped horribly on the floor.

Asha.

The woman moved softly. His long black glaze swept the carpeted floor, rustling as his feet stepped left and right. Smiling sweetly to the entire face of the participant, his carefree and gentle voice greeted filling the air. Buzzing - buzzing in the ears because the michrophonenya in place of Alif.

Azam almost felt a few seconds of his heart beating completely stopped when their eyes clashed. A moment at his sight the figure fell silent, to the soft emotions in both his manic came out. The most expensive liquor. Like a glistening ratna cempaka stone.

In fact, dopamine, adrenaline, serotonyms, esteogen, and testosterone explode in the heart. Racing faster, it makes it frustrating to want to pull and hug him. As well as scolding her, about how much Asha let her rot in longing.

But the woman dodges, avoids eye contact, avoids talking in front of her, always leaning to the right. Asha's gesture was easy to guess, and her indifference made Azam angry. The anger that was buried in vain because Azam would never know where the emotion would end.

"There are so many subhats that are thrown by us fellow Muslims, among the ngetrend subhats that we often hear are:

Why hijab if our hearts are not ready, not clean, still dirty, still like to do ghibah, maksiat, still like gebetan and others. Free dong wearing hijab? what matters is the heart?

They argue that what is mandatory in the first place is the heart, hijab the heart. If our hearts are good then good Islam even though we are not hooded. Hmmm... Is it really that way?"

Asha asked all the seminar participants, Asha smiled.

"My dear sister whom God has honored, whoever thinks so, is obliged to ask God for forgiveness. If religion is based only on reason and feeling, then religion is broken. If we go out without a head covering, then the torment of the father is for his sin. Don't we love them?So help him, the noble men who raised us. By obeying what God has ordained"

The Khimarya that dangled long like waves in a desolate sea, united with the wind and brought about harmony. Asha is beautiful, always charming.

Azam wanted to prove that the figure was not a hologram screen projected by the event committee. Azam wanted to prove that Asha was right again.

Is Asha really?

I'm up 2x to perfect this story...😙