I Turned Him in a Third Night

Part 31 | Prophet Zakariya

“God always grants the prayers of every servant, only the waiting time. Is it sooner or later? That's all God's power.”

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Allah is as close as when the face touches the ground, prostrating itself to the distance between a servant and the Creator. Pray and ask for His forgiveness. When some people sleep so soundly, there are only a few who always meet the Creator. A couple of halal lovers who were in love with their Lord raised their hands, and begged for forgiveness and prayers and hopes that he always offered every night.

Zihan smiled to welcome the hand given by the husband happily

he kissed her, and Gibran kissed her head

wrapped in plain white mukena.

“Do you know the story of Prophet Zakariya?” Gibran asked as he let go of the face wrapped around his wife's head. Zihan shook his head not knowing what it was

asked husband. Gibran smiled and pulled the boy's hair back

wife's ears. “You want to listen to his story?” With great enthusiasm, Zihan

nodding, a sweet smile framed beautifully on her beautiful face.

“Prophet Zakariya As, is a descendant of Prophet Sulaiman As. He is a great scholar

among the Children of Israel. His wife was named Isha. He was 100 years old but he had no children, because his wife was barren, but the Prophet Zakariya

pray to Allah Subhanahu wa ta’ala to give him offspring.”

Zihan smothered his mouth when he heard the word 'puffing' from the lips of the husband, he was afraid of experiencing something similar to the wife of the Prophet Zakaria. But soon he

brushed off the thought with an istigfar chant in his heart. The doctor said

that she had a great opportunity to conceive and give birth. Only time yes, only time has not sided with him. “Do you know what prayer

the Prophet Zechariah to Allah?” Gibran asked his question

stroking the head of Zihan.

With a heart pound and heart no desire to make Zihan nodded his head

spontaneous.  “Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala said: 'That is where Zakaria prayed to her Lord. He said, O my Lord, give me good seed from Your side, verily You are All-Hearing.'Al-qur’an Surah Ali 'Imran verse thirty-eight.” Gibran read it

with a very beautiful heavenly chant that greeted his wife's hearing.

Somehow Zihan's eyes warmed up and the clear circle suddenly escaped just like that

from his eye patch. He now understood what the story meant

told by her husband. “Can I continue, Honey?” ask him then

remove the tears that wet his wife's face. It was with pleasure that Zihan nodded his head. Though fear now struck his heart.

“Then came the Angel Jibril carrying glad news for Prophet Zakariya As.,

as the Word of God says: Then the Angel (Jibril) called Zakariya,

while he was standing in prayer in the mihrab (he said): "Surely Allah delights you with the birth (of your son) of Yahya, which justifies the sentence (which comes) from God, becoming a bond, a bond, restraint (from lust) and a prophet including the descendants of the righteous." Al-qur’an Surah Ali Imran verse 39.” Gibran ended his story with a big smile.

“God will grant the prayer of every earnest servant, for prayer can change all things. So we must believe and always pray as did the Prophet Zakariya,”, he said, holding both hands of his wife. “Prophet Zakariya alone who is old age of God love trust to have a baby. We must believe that God will also

granting our prayers and wishes,” continued to bring the body of the wife into his arms.

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Lean on the sofa with chest

the husband field made Zihan's heart and feelings a little calmer. Although not

can he concluded that the request of his in-laws managed to drain the soul and

body. The fear of losing the moment of togetherness with the husband makes him more reluctant to just rise from his most comfortable position. He begged God to give him a little longer

“Why, hm?” the tan is so soft

with elusan right at the top of his wife's head. Zihan just survived with

the echo, enjoy the sweet treatment of the husband who might not later

he can feel it again.

“Don't think too much. When

nor will I ever be willing to share my heart with another woman,”

his words were like so understanding the anxiety his wife was feeling.

Zihan looked up when he no longer felt

soft hands of the husband. “If it is the best God willing me

sincerely, Mas,” said Zihan who was so conditional on despair. How strong

even he opposes and opposes destiny if indeed the path is like that,

he could do nothing else but be sincere and accept it with

roomy chest.

Hearing the words of the wife makes

Gibran rose from his leaning position on the head of the sofa. Holding both shoulders

the wife faces him. “Not one woman is willing

dividing husband. Your lips may be able to say sincerely but your heart cannot lie that you feel hurt.”

Women who are no longer single

it was only able to look down, hiding the look of a face full of sadness from the bead of her husband's eyes that was staring at her so sharply full of intimidation. He wanted to be selfish and not care about his in-laws' crazy requests, but it was okay for the shadows to always be present in his memory.

Gently Gibran pulled the chin taper

the wife, cupping his wife's face then said, “You are the soul mate that God has chosen to accompany me, accompany my every step, like

we've been through grief together and I'll never be that easy to take off

or share the place you have visited for anyone. With or

without descendants we will remain together, for the purpose of my asking you is not the matter of children and descendants but to perfect half

my religion and make our relationship as a field of reward,” he said with

a sweet smile full of sincerity.

The struggle to get to the point

it's not easy and he won't just back down just because

request not to enter his mother. He made a promise before the Divine

and it will not be so easy to break down the sacred vows he has recited.

Marriage is not just about looking for

descent or get momongan because the marriage is actually worship. Worship and commandments that come down directly from the Creator. Child

just a complement to undergo a household heresy, a gift if you have it. If not, learn to practice patience.