Fazila Titipan From Heaven(2)

Feels Real! (Matthew)

In a beautiful garden Matthew walked without using footwear. The expanse of green grass on his foot felt soft like silk. Flowers with various colors are beautifully colored, red, yellow, white, purple, and many other types of flowers.

Matthew stared at the sky with a big smile, for some reason he felt the atmosphere this time felt very different. Even the clouds he saw carved beautifully, inscribed with the words of God. Matthew shuddered, for the first time he saw that. And all this was like a miracle for him who had never believed in God.

Twenty steps from where Matthew stood, dozens of children were playing with laughter. The children wore clothes of the same color, white robe as he often saw in Fazila's Tahfiz house. The children seem to be a burden, it reminds Matthew of his childhood full of memories. Without Matthew knowing, his tears began to drip.

"Why does time pass so quickly? If I can I want to be a child again, being a child means being happy, unharmed, without pain, without tears, and without burdens." Babe Matthew while putting his hands on his chest.

Her chest was still pounding, feeling love for Fazila. Love is growing more and more. And as Matthew stared at the cute children, he heard someone in a sweet voice reading Bismillah. Matthew's focus was split, he stood up then looked for the source of the voice.

Matthew found the owner of the melodious voice, he stared in amazement. Without feeling Matthew again shed tears, not tears of sadness but tears of happiness. Happy that he could see Fazila again.

Yes, the owner of that soul-stirring melodious voice was Fazila. He sat on a heart-shaped carpet in pink. Fazila used a green robe with a head covering cloth in matching colors. Her beauty blinds the eyes. Really, Matthew thought he had never seen a woman as beautiful as Fazila, a beauty who could hypnotize him.

"Are you the Angel? Even just smelling your scent from tens of meters away I could tell it was you. You're different from the others, maybe for that reason my heart loves you easily." Matthew said without taking off his gaze from Fazila who was currently unaware of his presence.

Matthew fell silent again when he again heard the chanting of love verses coming out of Fazila's mouth. For a moment his heart was filled with a feeling of relief.

Ta ha's.

Ma anzalna 'alaikal-qur'ana litasyqa.

tazkiratal limay yakhsha.

Tanzilam mim man khalaqal - arda was - samawatil - ul.

Ar-rahmanu 'alal-'arsyistawa's chat.

Lahu ma fis-samawati wa ma fil-ardi wa ma bainahuma wa ma tahtas-sara.

Wa in taj-har bil-qauli fa innahu ya'lamus-sirra wa akhfa.

Allahu la ilaha illa huw lahul-asma ul-husna.

Taha.

We have not sent down this Qur'an to you (Muhammad) so that you may be difficult.

It is a warning to those who fear (for God).

(God) Who created the earth and the high heavens.

(It is) the most merciful, who dwells on Arsh'.

What is in the heavens, what is on the earth, what is between them, and what is underground.

And if you harden your words, truly, He knows the secret and the more hidden.

It is He (God), there is no God but Him, who has the best names.

Fazila stopped her reading when she heard such a loud cry. His head lifted and looked at Matthew's eyes. The handsome man was still crying with his body rested.

"Why are you crying? Who's bothering you? Tell me, I promise I'll punish him for you." Guyon Fazila with a faint smile.

"No one bothered me, I was amazed, so I cried." Reply Matthews while removing the corner of the eye with the back of his hand.

"Attempted? Because what?" Fazila asked, his eyebrows intertwined. He looked confused but he knew enough not to ask further.

"Your voice sings so melodious, I'm amazed to hear it. My whole body suddenly felt weak and I didn't realize these fucking tears were coming out. For the first time in my life my heart felt a great serenity." Matthew said with a face showing sadness.

"singing? I never did that. And will never do it. That which you have heard is not a song, but a verse of Love from the Power.

I'm not surprised when you say your heart feels calm when you hear it, because the Qur'an is the medicine of the heart for anyone who reads, listens, or takes a student from it." Fazila explained at length to the point of not realizing time was passing so quickly.

"Listen to me, thank you for your sincere love for me. I'm flattered to be loved by a man as good as you. Sorry, but our paths are different. No matter how hard you try to get close to me, I will avoid you.

It's not that you're not good enough or handsome enough for me, it's just that when two hearts have different beliefs then that difference will be a great wall that becomes a barrier for both of us. I'm gonna walk my way and you're gonna walk your way." Fazila spoke in a soft tone of voice, for gentleness is the attitude of a Servant obedient to her Lord.

Allah Akbar.

Allah Akbar.

Matthew and Fazila's serious talk is interrupted by a call to prayer that calms the soul.

"I have to go. Take care of yourself." Keep Fazila on again. He cupped both hands in front of his chest and then passed from in front of Matthew without looking back.

Matthew, who was not accepted by Fazila, rushed to follow the woman of his dreams to the direction of the source of the sound, thousands of people gathered there in the same clothes, white. Yes, everyone wore white clothes except Matthew who wore a black shirt suit with a bow-shaped tie that beautified the look.

When Matthew wanted to enter and approach Fazila, his steps were immediately prevented by two tall men like Heaven guardian Angels.

"Sorry, you can't go into this place. This place is especially for those who have been sanctified." Said one of the men in front of Matthew. His face showed off gentleness but his tone was filled with firmness.

"Sorry sir, my friend is inside, I want to meet him. Please let me in this time!" Poor Matthew, though begging in all the ways he could, still did not get permission from the two men, a split second later a high wall was suddenly created to separate Matthew from the man.

Looking clearly in Matthew's eyes, Fazila walked further away from him while waving as a farewell.

"Fazila... Nokkk! Help me." Help me." Matthew screamed after Fazila was nowhere to be seen in front of him, there was only a flash of burning fire, the beautiful garden he passed a dozen minutes ago turned barren like an uninhabited wasteland.

Hhhhhh!

The sound of Matthew's breathing rang out heavily, his whole body goosebumps, he was limp, his stomach felt like a dagger. He got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

Hukk.huekk!

Matthew began to vomit, he stomped his neck while leaning against the wall. His eyes were blank, a second later he began to sob. Her cry broke when she realized Fazila was waving her hand, even if it was just a dream but everything felt real. With the rest of the energy Matthew had, he walked towards the nightstand and grabbed the adult palm-sized scripture that Fatih had given him. Quickly Matthew opened and searched for the love verses that Fazila had read. Matthew's cry grew even more so as he realized the reason for the two men not allowing him to meet Fazila.

We're different but you're so good that you don't insult me because of that difference, I know it's just a dream but it all feels so real. Matthew muttered in his heart without being able to stop his crying.

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