Fazila Tipan From Heaven

Hikmah Hijab

"Haiy... All three of you, let's buy a snack before we go home." Amir said the puffed-up boy while pulling Lisa and Dena's hands, while Fazila just walked in their steps.

"Let's go home. We go to school tomorrow." Fazila said slowly.

"You're really boring. We'll definitely go home, but before that we'll have to!" Amir gives his bag to Fazila, his three best friends run to Hanip's kiosk. Understandably, not being able to answer Kiai Hasan's question made Amir want to vent his frustration by eating whatever food is in front of him.

"Dena, what do you want to eat?" Lisa asked Dena who was still standing by Fazila.

"And you pride fairy Umm Fatimah, what do you want to eat?" Amir asked as he pulled Fazila and Dena's arms together.

"Calm down, I'm the one who's upset." Chirps Amir on the sidelines chewed it.

"I don't want to eat anything." Reply Fazila while sitting next to Dena who was cool chewing her spicy chips.

"Yes if you don't want to." Reply Amir while continuing his eating activities. Every time I saw Amir eating, Fazila swallowed his saliva. Not because he wanted to try it, just that the bully boy always ate like a possessed person. Not infrequently Fazila admonished Amir not to eat too much, unfortunately his best friend was still not able to obey his advice. However, Fazila will not stop to remind his loved ones to always do good.

Islam teaches its people not to be too full and excessive related to eating and drinking. Imam Ash-Shafi'i Rahimahullah explained the danger of satiety because the stomach is full of food, he said, "Satisfaction makes the body heavy, the heart becomes hard, eliminates intelligence, makes often sleep and weak to worship."

This is in line with the Word of Allah in the Quran:

Yes bani adama khuzu zinatakum 'inda kulli masjidiw wa kulu wasyrabu wa la tusrifu, innahu la yuhibbul-musrifin.

"O Adam's son! Wear your nice clothes at every (entering) Mosque, Eat and drink, but don't overdo it. Truly, God does not like the one who is excessive." (Qs. Al-A'raf: 31)

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"Assalamu'alaikum, I'm home." My daughter entered the house while putting her sandals near the entrance.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Why late?" Investigate me while glancing at the clock on the wall not far from where I was standing.

"Sorry Ummi, Fazila and friends stopped by at Hanif's kiosk." Say my sweet daughter down, feeling guilty.

"What did you get today?" I tried to melt the atmosphere, my daughter immediately smiled as she grabbed my hand and walked over the collar of the sofa which began to fade in color.

"Ummi is the best!" Chirping Fazila while kissing my face, it felt like all the weight on my shoulders was evaporating.

"Ummi know? Today Kiai's grandfather teaches a new method of remembering rote!"

"New method?" I asked in wonder while looking at my daughter's cheerful face.

"Today Kiai's grandfather asked me to recite the verse, and it was very pleasant. Ummi know? Amir was asked a question by Kiai's grandfather, it was very sad because he couldn't answer it." Fazila showed a sad face, she ducked and my little elf almost cried. The four of them are very familiar, FaziIa, Dena, Lisa and Amir, they are like a complete package that loves and complements each other.

"If you don't like your friends can't answer Kiai's grandfather's questions, then you have to help them learn. Do you remember what Ummi used to say..." I stopped my words, Fazila looked at me with a happy look. And of course it became a new spirit for me to wade through this life.

"Sharing Science will not make you stupid, giving will not make you poor, and whoever always shares happiness will always be happy." I said together with my little daughter. God gave me a very beautiful rainbow after the storm of the night passed, though the pain was still felt.

"Fazila's hungry, Ummi?" Fazila said as she stroked her flat stomach.

"Is it true that beautiful fairy Ummi is that hungry?" God while pinching his nose.

Fazila nodded her head, she thrust out her bag containing the Quran and prayer mats.

"Ummi will prepare dinner for both of us!" I said as I left Fazila who was busy playing with Tipo, the little cat he picked up a month ago.

There was a newness that peaked filling all the pores of my body, radiating up to the crown. I know, the thing my daughter doesn't know who her father is is a hard thing.

A year ago the question of 'Who is my father' coming out of my daughter's lips managed to tear my heart apart. For others it may be a simple question that requires no thought, but for me? It sounded like a time bomb that didn't know when it exploded.

It became a habit, I held Fazila while bribing her with a small bribe. My beautiful daughter will do the same. The hand that was small yesterday was now able to feed her Mother, I was completely moved, to the point that I did not realize the warm feather landed right on the back of my daughter's hand.

"Tipo, you have to go to the room. Brother will catch up with you in a minute." Fazila said as she stroked the head of the white-haired cat.

The sister? I laughed in my heart. Since when did Fazila, the boy regarded the cat as his sister. And strangely the cat obeyed his words.

"Ummy. Since when is Ummi this crybaby. Hey you tears, don't ever dare to make my singleness cry again, I won't forgive you." I squinted, looking in surprise at Fazila who spoke with my tears still on the back of her hand.

"Okay princess, I won't make Ummi your singleness take me out again. I promise." Reply to imitating the voice of a child. Hearing that, my daughter and I both laughed.

O Allah. Thanks for everything, I would not be able to imagine my life without Fazila.

Fazila is truly the Custody of Heaven for my colorful life.

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I'll be late for the office today, chair the meeting this morning with the team leaders of all divisions. Report everything, Immediately! My short message to Bobby.

My orders are the law for all those who are under the auspices of my company.

Maybe I am not a friendly person, because for me the value of employees lies in their performance during work. The better the results of their work, the more likely the Rupiah coffers will approach their accounts.

I accelerated my footsteps into the restaurant I had ordered since last night.

I'm usually the right person, but this time they're waiting for me. I think I'm five minutes late. Hopefully this is not a big deal because for entrepreneurs like us time is everything. The more you respect your time, the more you will become a person who is passionate in the eyes of others and yourself.

"Good morning, Alan, how are you?" Said the middle-aged peria while shaking my hand.

"Good morning, Mr. Santos, how are you?" Sapaku while smiling.

"I've heard a lot about your success, I didn't expect you to be this young." Said Mr. Santos, letting go of my hand.

"My secretary has explained everything, I can say with certainty if I am ready to be a Ramadan Seponsor at the National Television station that the father heads." I said while sitting in front of him.

"Thank God. I was amazed at my father's decision. God willing, Mr. Alan will not be disappointed. Hopefully this event can provide benefits for all parents to make their children become memorizers of the Qur'an." Said Mr. Santos with a sparkling face.

Is he really that happy? I didn't think that because of this little thing other people could be happy. I was still looking at the smiling face of the middle-aged woman sitting in front of me when two young women came in carrying dishes ordered by Mr. Santos long before I came.

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The light rain again hit Malang City, the temperature felt cold. Fortunately, this morning Malang was not hit by heavy rain accompanied by the wind that sometimes comes approaching.

"Ummy. Where's Ummi going? It's still dark." Fazila said while fixing the blanket, not usually the sweet child sleeps after the Fajr Prayer.

"Today is a special day, Ummi will cook special dishes for special people." I said while stroking the head of Fazila wrapped in a hijab. Since childhood I always used Fazila to use the hijab, which is why she always felt uncomfortable without a cloth cover on her head.

Hijab is not only used as a head covering, it is the identity of a Muslimah. Your hijab is not a car that you can unload, especially just to find fame.

Yes ayyuhan-nabiyyu qul li'azwajika wa banatika wa nisa il-mu'minina yudnina 'alaihinna min jalabibihinn, zalika adna ay yu'rafna fa la yu'zain, wa kanallahu gafurar rahima.

O prophet! Say to your wives, your daughters, and the wives of believers. Let them cover their headscarves all over their bodies, so that they are easier to recognize, so that they are not disturbed. And Allah is forgiving, merciful.

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