Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Advice from Kiai Hasan

"What's wrong with your son? After he made a mess, he tried to escape. I'm not gonna let him. How dare he defy my orders. Being a successful entrepreneur doesn't give him the right to oppose all my decisions."

Prangggg!

Oppa Ade throws the glass he holds, remembering Alan's words make him lose his appetite or drink.

"Already, sir. He's our grandson. I'm sure the boy has his own reasons, there's no way he's broken off a long-standing engagement for no reason." Hearing the words of his wife Oppa Ade began to calm down a little.

Never imagined his son would break off his engagement like that, seeing his son's rude behavior upset Nani's mother. He was so upset that his legs still felt heavy to walk, fortunately Mr. Otis patiently carried Nani's bu from the time he got out of the Restaurant until he got out of the car

"Mama should rest, forget what happened. Let Alan do what he wants without hurting his feelings." Say Mr. Otis while taking off his suit.

"Pa, this is no small matter. The brat broke off the engagement that had been tied for ten years. And she did all that in front of Seren's parents, mama still remembers Alan's flat face when he came until he left. Mom was so upset Pa... To the extent that breathing hurts." Said Bu Nani while throwing a blue Blezer that he used to go in any direction, seeing that Mr. Otis knew his wife was not okay. He picked up his wife Blezer and hung her in a closet.

"Alane. Alan. What have you done, son...? I hope this isn't going to be a serious problem." Lirih Pak Otis then he lay next to Nani's mother who began to sleep.

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The night sky was getting darker, drizzling began to descend soaking the arid earth. Slowly but surely the rain is getting heavier.

I really like the rain. I can smell happiness every time he comes.

I don't know what kind of happiness will come to me, whenever Rain comes a feeling of emptiness always envelops my soul. It was as if a shard of my strength was somewhere and needed a warm hug from me.

Seren! That woman, I've cut ties with her but why does that peace feel so far away. Is he my source of happiness? Ahh.. no way! I tried to convince myself by avoiding everything I would regret.

"Alan, you're too stupid. What are you gonna do now?" Lirihku slowly while driving the car at medium speed, because the road is slippery, the best decision I can do is not speeding to avoid accidents.

"Forget everything Alan, tomorrow you will meet with the organizers of the hafiz Qur'an. Hopefully with this you will find your little happiness without any complaints." I tried to convince myself that everything would be okay

A month ago the producer of the Hafiz Qur'an show came to see me at the restaurant I used to go to, they said they needed a sponsor for the Ramadan event. Usually I never have any interest in such things, because for me the money in my account has to spin just to expand my business.

This time I was touched, without a second thought I immediately agreed to a contract with them, becoming a sponsor during the event.

Qur'an, I participate in Ramadan. I myself forgot when was the last time I read the Arabic script, though I hoped that someday the light would come in my life, a bright light that could not be extinguished.

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"O you two..."

Hhhhhhhh!

The sound of the breath of the two boys clashed against each other. Seeing his two best friends run away while making Fazila and Dena look at each other not understand.

Even the puffed-up boy was sitting on a neatly arranged wooden bench in front of the hall where they used to memorize the Qur'an.

"I think your ears are clogged! We called you, but you didn't hear." Say that puffed-up boy again.

Fazila smiled as she reached out to both ears.

"Oh, forget it." Said the child, lowering Fazila's hands from his ears.

" Hey... You three, what are you doing? Come quickly, Kiai Hasan has come."

"Dena. The boy, when did he get there. Let's hurry." Fazila sped up her footsteps, followed by Lisa and Amir who were still tired of running.

Meanwhile, in the Hall all the santri gathered to get a lesson from Kiai Hasan. Since it opened a year ago, the total number of santri who became murits remain in the pesantren kiai Hasan amounted to one hundred and fifty children, each child has a different memorization schedule, there are those who get a memorization schedule in the morning ba'da Subuh, and there are also those who get a turn in the afternoon after the Juhur prayer. And now Fazila got a schedule to memorize the afternoon ba'da Salat Asar.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Kiai Hasan sat down in front of fifteen children who were ready to receive his lesson.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Answer the children in unison.

"Today we will muraja'ah at once reconnect the verse. Kiai will scramble the verse you are about to recite, Kiai hopes you can remember every verse that Kiai will read." Said Kiai Hasan softly.

"Well... Keep verse. Die me!" Said Amir while patting his eel.

"Fazila, what are you talking about in the back?" Kiai Hasan's words suddenly made Fazila surprised, the boy shook his head while improving his sitting position.

"Song-verse method is an effective way to train your memory. The Quran we learn and memorize is the provision we live.

The Prophet said, "Will it be said to the reciter of the Quran (In the Hereafter) read and ascend, read with Tartil as you read with Tartil in the world, your position depends on the last verse you read." (Hr.Abu Daud and At-Tirmidhi).

Kiai hopes that whoever today gets a turn to recite the verse with Kiai will read the Quran in a soul-stirring tone." Close Kiai Hasan while looking at Santri's absence who came to memorize.

"Fazila come forward!" Kiai Hasan's Order. Some santri who heard the name Fazila called directly stroking the chest, feeling safe.

"Are you ready?"

"Fazila ready grandpa kiai." Fazila said with readiness, in his heart Fazila prayed, hopefully he did not forget his rote. The thing that most feared the recitation of the Qur'an like Fazila is to forget its memorization, because it is not really the memorizer of the Quran who forgets its memorization, but the Quran who forgets.

"I don't want to be forgotten, God, remind me of my memory." Lirih Fazila while hearing Basmalah and the first verse read by Kiai Hasan.

Wa ma hum 'an - ha biga ibin.

Kiai Hasan stopped his reading, which was then prepared to be continued by Fazila.

Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahim.

Wa ma adraka ma yaumud. (Fazila)

Wa Izal - Ardu Muddat. (Kiai Hasan)

Wa alqat ma fiha wa takhallat. (Fazila)

Wa ya qulu na mata hazal-wa' du ing budum sadiqin. (Kiai Hasan)

Qul Innamal-'lmu 'indallahi wa innama ana nazirum mubin. (Fazila).

Inna ha' ula 'I. (Kiai Hasan).

In hiya illa mautatunal-ula wa ma nahnu bimunsyarin. (Fazila).

Kiai Hasan stopped his reading, his netizens looking one by one at plain boys in front of him.

"Amir, mention the name of the first surah that the fazila is connected to, and it is located in what verse?" Hearing his name on the dial made the puffed up boy wonderfully shocked.

"Death me. I don't even remember what Fazila read, how I knew the name of his surah and what verse it was." Amir showed off his confused face.

"Akkk." Amir said nervously. The bully boy lowered his head while enduring the embarrassment.

"Son, look at me." Hearing Kiai Hasan's words, Amir slowly began to raise his face.

"The Quran is a light for its memorizers, glorifying the memorization of the Quran not only in the World but to the Hereafter. You haven't memorized it yet doesn't mean you're stupid, trying is the key to everything. As long as you try hard, Allah the Almighty Rahman and Rahim will surely give you his gifts.

Never submit to anyone but your Lord. Don't mess with your parents. Do not hurt others by your speech, and do not insult yourself by doing what is forbidden by religion.

Remember always children, the world is only temporary and the Hereafter forever. Do your best for your life, your religion and your family. Takbir.r....." Kiai Hasan said.

Allah Akbar.

Allah Akbar.

Allah Akbar.

The innocent children were impassioned, seeing all that Kiai Hasan was very happy. It did not feel like he was starting to shed tears, that is how parents should educate their children. Love, good manners and bad manners must be taught from an early age.

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