Halal Lover

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"Relieve and be patient with all His commandments. Indeed, God does not want to see his servant fragile. For the holy love of God is more beautiful than all things."

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"WO, Alf! I'm going first, huh?"

The one called Alif looked over. "Hm."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi. Take care, Bob!"

"Yo'i."

Muhammad Alif Diafhakri, a final semester medical student who is busy with the revision stage of his script. He is a smart student. No wonder if in a shorter period of time - compared to other students - he can already make a thesis for his graduation.

Of course it is not easy, after a long time he tried and prayed to God every night to the morning. The prayer that he always equated with effort, and effort that he always equated with prayer as well. If one of them is missing, then what he is doing is in vain.

Moreover, Alif is aware, there is no instant success in the rigors of life in this old age. Even to make instant noodles we have to boil water first, right?

Now Alif can feel the beautiful prayer that he always said on the ceiling of his night.

"Pray (ask) me, I will grant you".

(QS. Al-Mukmin :60)

Pray, God can do everything in an instant. Comparable to what we can do all the time.

Every day he was preoccupied with his script, as he is now. I don't know time, I don't know what it is to be tired. For him, when presenting God in every business will be pleasant in living it. Making us believe in everything that happens is His best will.

Tired will be lillah.

Inshaa Allah.

Allah Akbar ... Allah Akbar ...

Alif stopped his typing activity then glanced at the clock that was coiled in his hand. "Alhamdulillah. I'm in ashar."

He immediately packed his books, not forgetting he shut down his laptop and then put everything in his backpack.

After that Alif stepped foot into the mosque near his faculty. Immediately he took ablution then performed sunnah surathib qabliyah ashar four rakaat.

Qabliyah ashar is not so recommended, but if it is able, why not?

A moment later the iqamah was proclaimed, and Alif followed the congregational ashar prayer by trying to keep his solemnity.

There is a hadith:

(Whoever guards the prayer, he will receive light, guidance, salvation on the Day of Resurrection. He who does not keep him will not receive light, guidance, and salvation. Later on the Day of Resurrection, he will be gathered together with Qorun, Pharaoh, Haman, and Ubay ibn Kholaf.)

- UH.R. Ahmed 2:169-

After praying together, Alif intends to return home. He looked at the afternoon ceiling that looked a little cloudy. As soon as possible Alif put on his conversion shoes and then headed for his motorcycle.

"Subhanal ladzi sakhara lanaa, haadza wa maa kunnaa lahu muqriniin, wa inna ila rabbina lamunqalibuun."

(God's holy grail has tamed us this vehicle, when we could not drive it before)

After reading the driving prayer, Alif then runs the motor at average speed. While enjoying the journey, Alif saw a middle-aged woman who seemed troubled when she wanted to cross.

He pulled the bike over, then approached the mothers. "Assalamu'alaikum, Mom. You want to cross?"

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Yes, Son. But the vehicles passing by were so crowded. Mom's afraid. So wait a little quiet," replied the mothers.

Alif smiling. "Let's Mom, I'll help."

"Don't you bother me, son?"

"Absolutely not, Mom. Looks like it's going to rain soon. It will be too long if you wait for a rather quiet vehicle" said Alif.

"Alright, Son. Thank you, yes. You're a good boy." The middle-aged woman smiled at Alif.

Alif responded with a sweet smile, making anyone who saw him would be stunned to see that smile.

After helping the mothers cross, Alif immediately returned to his motorbike. This time he was running at an above average speed, as it seemed that it would soon rain down and wet the earth.

And sure enough, the rain had already fallen. Alif saw a bus stop, he decided to take shelter rather than go home wet. Mommy could be worried about her.

Alif is grateful for the rain, because the rain is part of the sustenance that Allah has sent down for the creatures of this earth.

"Allahummaj - 'alhu shoyyiban naafi'an."

(O Allah, make it a rain that will benefit us)

narrated by An-Nasaa'iy no. 1523; shahih.

Alif uses his medical alma mater when it feels the air is quite piercing the bone. He sat watching the rain.

Long enough, Alif took shelter, and came a girl in a white hijab and high school uniform with a situation that looks very chaotic. The girl walked down. His mind seems empty. Alif just observed not daring to ask anything.

Suddenly the girl fainted. Alif who saw the situation was so confused and anxious.

He hurriedly approached the girl, looking at her carefully. The face looks so pale but also beautiful.

Alif shook his head. "Astagfirullahaladzim."

He was a devotee of Allah because he had no desire to admire a girl who was not his mahram.

Confused, Alif finally called someone he thought could help.

"Wa'alaikumussalam. What's up, Lif?" reply to someone from across the phone.

"Sir Oliv help me Ma'am! I found a girl who passed out at the stop. As a good-looking and kind doctor I really want to help him, but he is not my mahram. I am afraid of slander later," said Alif panicked, still tucked in his authoritarian nature in the midst of precarious circumstances like this.

"Ah yes, yes, I understand. Yaudah Maak is there now, which stop are you at?"

"Still near the campus, Ma'am. Thank you, Oliv. I wait, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Yes, Lif. Wa'alaikumussalam."

Alif took off his alma mater and then put it on as a blanket to the front of the girl's body.

After a while Oliv finally came. The young pregnant woman approached Alif with an umbrella as she exited her car.

"Lif, who is this?!" Oliv slightly shouted because his voice was muffled by the sound of rainwater.

Alif nibbled his own temple. "I don't know, Ma'am. I was sheltering here. After a while this girl came with a deathly pale face, but I did not dare to ask. Until he finally fainted."

Hearing Alif's explanation, Oliv glared at her making. "Astaghfirullah, Alif. Yaudah, let's take her to your house."

Alif nodded then switched to take the umbrella held by Oliv, then Oliv tried to reach the girl's body and bring her into the car. They start the journey with Alif driving.

After a while, they finally arrived at the residence of Oliv and her husband. With Oliv's initiative, he replaced the girl's soaked clothes with his. Because their body shape is only eleven-twelve.

Fifteen minutes passed, the girl finally opened her eyes.

"Alhamdulillah. Are you conscious?" ask Oliv.

"Alhamdulillah. Sorry, where am I?" The girl looked at the confused surrounding that looked foreign.

Oliv smiled. "You're in my house. My sister found you passed out at the stop. Be he call me, and ask my help to bring you here."

"Oh yeah, what's your name?" ask Oliv again.

"My name is Nazwa, Ma'am. Thank you for helping me" Nazwa said with a sincere smile.

Oliv chuckled small. "Together, Nazwa. It's fitting that our fellow Muslims should help each other."

"God always helps a servant, as long as the servant always helps his brother."

- UH.R. Muslim-major

Nazwa's pale lips formed a straight line. He did not believe that breaking up from Raka had such a bad impact on his life.

Again the shadow of Raka was ringing in his brain. Nazwa really could not think clearly at this moment. But many times his heart always said Istighfar, he was too far lost in the wrong way.

Had he listened to abi's words, ummi's advice, the wishes of his brother, and Acha's rebuke, perhaps his life would not have been this sad.

"When something happens to you; don't you say, 'if I were like this, it certainly didn't happen like this'. 'Qadarullah wa maa shaa-a fa'ala' (destiny of Allah, what He wants then He does). Because the words "If" open the devil's chances of action."

- UH.R. Muslims no. 2664-

What passes let it pass. Nazwa doesn't want to continue like this.

"Nazwa?"

The call from Oliv shocked Nazwa. "Sorry, Ma'am." He smiled at Oliv, but he was also grateful that God always sent good people in his life.

"Eat first, yuk."

"No need, I've been too much trouble"

"Oliv. My name is Oliv."

Nazwa. "I've been troubling Oliv too much. Thank you very much. But now I have to go home. I'm afraid ummi will worry."

Oliv smiled again. "God, you are not troublesome at all. But jaudah then, let Ma'am take her home? Again, and please don't refuse."

I don't want Nazwa to smile. "Tafadhol, Miss Oliv."

Oliv laughed a little. "It's like you call your cousin Ma'am first, yeah."

"Aliff!"

A man who was about four years older than Nazwa.

"What's wrong, Mommy?" ask a man named Alif.

"Anterin Ma'am, huh? I want to stop Nazwa. Mas Farid again served out of town," pinta Oliv.

God, so his name is Nazwa. - Inner Alif.

Alif smiling sweetly. "Yes, Mother."

For a moment, Nazwa was stunned when he saw that smile.

Subhanallah .. uh, astaghfirullah!

Oliv smiled happily. "Yeah! Go Nazwa!"

The three of them went to Nazwa's house that night.

Seriate.

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