Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life
New Science and Environment
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Mentari began to peek at shahdu
The radiant rays radiated without hesitation
Clear dew decorate shy
As if it had wiped away the longing
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Sunday morning was bright,
I changed the layout of the goods in my box room.
I need a change, I thought.
I saw a clock attached to the wall of my room. At 07:30 at the moment.
At 9 I promise to meet with Mbak Alika at Bulak Ship Stop. Because we plan to attend the Study in Masjid Al Munawar which will start at 10 p.m.
I went up to the 3rd floor of my kossan, about to wash my dirty clothes. I do my every activity today.
It's been .. it's been enough for me this week. I need to get out of my tight circle. Bismillah, interior.
At 08:30 I finished my sunbathing clothes,
immediately I cleaned my body, Dhuha prayer did not forget I used it.
At 9 I was sitting sweetly at the Bulak stop, waiting for my heavenly friend. Ma'am Alika ...
A black polka-dot patterned skirt combined with a long white tunic with a front triangle model completes my appearance this afternoon. The black 4-sided hijab with white stripes on the side was neatly arranged in my head, with folds that I spread to cover the front that became our aurat the women.
I'm here 5 minutes, and Alika's mom hasn't been seen yet.
A few moments passed until then a brown-brown figure matching his hijab was seen walking towards me in the distance. I stood up to see his shadow.
"You've been waiting a long time, Ly? sorry yes, Mbak's stomach suddenly hurt so back and forth to the bathroom first," said Mbak Alika lirih.
"Bak, is his stomach okay now?" my many.
"Alhamdulillah it was Ly" he answered.
"Let's go!" then get excited.
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Al Munawar Mosque was in front of us, we immediately stepped foot inside. It seemed that several women had been present and were sitting lined up there. A middle-aged woman who was sitting upfront was opening the event, she stopped her speech when she realized the arrival of me and Madam Alika.
"Alika, who's the friend you brought? let's get him acquainted," he told Mbak Alika.
"This is my friend at PT Um" replied Ms. Alika.
"Let's introduce yourself Ly!" mama Alika said to me.
"Assalamu'alaikum, I'm Lyra, Alika's sister at PT" said I.
"Welcome to join our liqo Lyra," said the middle-aged woman whom I later learned named Hasna, Umi Hasna.
With great patience Umi Hasna explained the theme of today's study, "Fastabiqul Khairat."
Fastabiqul Khairat means to compete for the good. Fastabiq itself has 5 meanings:
Make life a race
^To be first/pioneer
^Being the best in charity
^Become the first
^Being more primary
Umi Hasnapun explained the meaning of Khairat contained in QS: Al-An'am(6):160 which broadly explains that who does good will get 10x his charity, similarly, the perpetrator of the crime will be reciprocated in balance with his crime.
He also encouraged us to continue to be important in doing good, because indeed Allah SWT really loves HIS servant who does good.
I don't think time is 11 at this time. Umi Hasnapun closed her study.
I closed the book that had been filled with graffiti penaku of today's material and immediately I stored it in my bag.
"So this is the friend you told Alika?" said Umi Hasna approached me and Mbak Alika when the other colleagues have gone home.
"Ly, sorry Ma'am told me about you with Umi, because Mbak soon married and moved to Surabaya, so Mbak want you to have a friend share, because Mbak, and Mbak thought Umi could give you the spirit of Ly," said Mbak Alika.
"Lyra .. although later Alika has not failed here, Lyra just do not hesitate," said Umi Hasna softly.
"Yes, In shea Alloh Um."
Ms. Alika and I immediately passed from the Mosque after a while chatting with Umi Hasna.
"Where are you going?" my many.
"Every week Ba'da Zuhur I study Tahsin at the Ruhani Ly Workshop" he replied.
curious.
"Science to improve and improve our Quran recitation or recitation" he said.
"Kayak learn tajwid like that Mama?"
"Yes includes the science of tajwid also in it, but more thoroughly, we are taught the correct pronunciation of the letter makhroj as well,"
"I want to go with dong Ma'am,"
"Really?" tanyanya.
"It's true, ma'am" I said.
I'd rather occupy myself with useful things than just at home. As if my claustrophobic keeps gathering, my inner.
"If Lyra really wants to come, now just follow Mbak to Ruhani Workshop," invite mbak Alika enthusiastically.
"Bak, Ruhani Workshop isn't a place for cupping and rukiyah huh?" my wonder.
"Yes downstairs is a Cupping clinic but upstairs there is tahsin training" Alika explained.
"Oh so. Okay, I want to mbak."
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We were performing Zuhur prayers in Ruhani Workshop at this time, it seems that behind us about 7 women have been sitting in rows waiting for the teacher. After finishing the prayer we immediately mingled with them.
And a young woman with a cream hijab came out to us. She looked beautiful and dignified, she then sat in front of us.
After a few moments of meeting each other, he began to teach us. The thing that was discussed with us this afternoon was Makhrojul letters, grouping letters based on where the letters came out.
He also gave examples of 1 by one letter and asked us to repeat it.
YesRob, it turns out there are still many mistakes I have made in reading your kalamMU. I am grateful that You led me to this place, Robb, my inner being.
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At 16:00
I set my feet up vigorously this afternoon. There's a lot of science in this new environment that I've been in today, and I love it.
Soon I cleaned my body and I did my Ashar worship. Then I threw my body down after. Not waiting for long my eyes slumbered in the dream because of the tiredness I think.
At 18:15
When Adzan magrib reverberated, I woke up. I did a magrib service which continued my usual activities a week now, I studied the translation of the letter I read in my scroll, the scratches of the sentence that made my heart tremble, shudder and amaze over the breadth of meaning in it.
At 20:00
After the completion of Isya prayer, I immediately played the dakta study on the radio on my phone. The beauty of the broadcaster's language and the breadth of science the Ustad became my night companion..
At 22:00
Back the chant of the tone accompanied by beautiful words I heard now, making me drift in my subconscious.
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I swallowed tears myself
I am tired of my soul on this earth
Rebellious to me for slicing through the wound
My moans are soundless
Actually my miss is unbearable
Reveal Your face pervading in wide taste
Saying a word I should say
The Creator of the Words
God the Lord help the servant
The matter is not held back by anything either
If you touch the heart
I'm looking for the heavenly way
God the Lord help the servant
Haus rinduku wants to meet
Where fatigue is lost
When I sweat you, you are j*mah
Al-Wakilu
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