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Naturally I feel amazed until the head bobbles, how not? The woman was someone who was not a Muslim and now decided to convert to Islam and become a convert, not only that for the sake of knowing God he entered the boarding house while in college, for young people who are busy passing by at our age, deciding to stay in the cobong is something that is not easy enough, can be said to be difficult, can be said, because in the pesantren we have to follow many activities and rules that we must follow, such as praying must go to the mosque, every after asar judii until magrib, after the magrib continues again until the time of Isya. After the issue there is a study that must be listened to (followed) by the students as the basis of knowledge and foundation, character, and fear so that the students are not misguided in determining the choice of life journey, and the, whether it's about a company, work and other social life related things, or, after following the study of the students are usually required to return to their respective kobongs to rest but usually the students who attend school or who take the college undergraduate level often sleep in the midnight hours, due to having to complete the task of college, if not done it will accumulate more, then not infrequently if the santri will not want to sleep at midnight and also have to sleep less because of it, then not infrequently if the santri will not want to sleep at midnight and also have to sleep less because of it, at 11 or 12 can only sleep before dawn prayers already have to wake up to the mosque to perform dawn prayers and in the continued to teach until 6 am or until 7 am.

Why am I so aware of this? Because I used to live in kobong when Junior High so understand how pesantren activities in everyday life, but unfortunately when I pesantren I even decided to change schools because I did not feel at home living in kobong even during the Saturday school holidays I ran away from pesantren and was caught by pak ustad at once the guard of the dormitory (cobong) at that time I ran away with my friend the kholid, at that time we passed the fence behind the dormitory by crawling to the bottom of the fence that the floor is uneven, and the floor is not flat, there was a bit of a deep curve, so we could crawl through and over the fence.

At that moment a fontanel of ustad who was standing turned towards us and shouted hey you guys go where he said, hearing Mr. Ustad scream we both ran away spontaneously with all the speed I ran away from the slow kholid when running because of his fat body as a result the kholid caught by the shirt pack his collar is pulled by sir ustad. “heh where are you going he said? “engkak sir. You want to run away?. “not sir. With a frightened face. “enggak..anggak..did not lie you plaques...slapped by pak ustad with the book he holds, in a gently slap not hard, not hard, because although pak ustad hadi is famous for being firm and in this siplin.Beliau, his attitude is like that because he wants to educate the students so that they become human beings who are good and do not laze in gaining knowledge.

When I saw the kholid in Tarik and was slapped by Mr. Ustad from a distance I decided to approach them even though at that time I was also afraid of being scolded by Mr. Ustad, but I could not bear to leave kholid alone, when I approached them it turns out I was not scolded by Mr. Ustad, just given advice and finally we were given ijzin to go home.

It was a very silly memory that I can remember until now, even many things that happened when I went to school. I remember when we were waiting in line to get food and I became one of them, at that time one of my roommates was accidentally nudged by my other friend so that the rations spilled all, all, he was angry at the friend who accidentally touched his food and who convinced him not to apologize even back angry as a result they fought and the other santri only saw him because they just pushed each other and saidjust say, but over time we separated them, I felt sorry for my friend who lost his ration, I also decided to split my food rations to him and we ate together. There's a silly thing here when I eat one of the loamy meats that I can't bite at all, then I decided not to eat it and put it on the plate after I finished eating suddenly there was my upperclassman who asked “what meat will you not eat? While pointing towards the plate. “enggak kak. “can I eat? At that time I was dumbstruck to refuse because I felt bad to refuse and in the end I gave it a slightly awkward feeling. He ate it too, I was silent. If I remember feeling guilty to my upperclassman who wears those glasses, if it could be repeated I want to explain it and forbid him to eat the meat that I had bitten because of the clay and hard. But that has been the case for a long time.

Over time sometimes we as humans have a story and memories of their own, but in every event of memories and an event that occurs there is usually a regret that arises in the heart, I really regret not finishing my school in the boarding school choosing to go out and move to the country Junior High, whereas at that time the pesantren that I live in is a pesantren that is so good environment, especially the kiyai and the ustadnya, if I never stop at kobong and nyantri, if I never stop at kobong and nyantri, maybe now I will not be able to teach to read the Quran or even memorize 1 juz, namely juz 30 and 70 verses al-baqarah, if only that time I continued until I graduated the pesantren maybe I have memorized some juz and can continue High School for pesantren again and become a santri.

I used to remember when pak ustad wawan and pak ustad rudi taught me najai from starting to read kiroati sort of iqro but its contents like a quran whose reading connected its function to teach us to understand the short length of a the readings are in the Quran and also so that we can distinguish which one is read with the readings idhar,idghom or madtabi’I.

That was before I started reading kiroati, mr. Ustad Rudi told me to read the Quran first because he wanted to know how far I could read the Quran so he could know I had to read kiroati first or indeed directly to continue reading the Quran.

When I lived in the pesantren a lot of activities that were done, especially memorizing the Quran when I first memorized the Koran, I still remember, I was told to memorize the anaba letter verses one to forty, guided in advance from the way of reading to the short length of the letter, as a result, my reading is quite good and I feel comfortable and comfortable when memorizing and listening to my own reading, as time goes on I am closer to the ustad in the pesantren even I sendri and other students are often given advice and direction from ustad in their pesantren like people our own old.

I am a person who prefers to be alone and honestly I do not play with other students very often, I prefer to stay in the kobong or in the pesantren sometimes I prefer to sit with pak ustad wawan so not infrequently pak ustad wawan or pak ustad rudi give advice to me, considering we often sit together so inevitably they accidentally talk to me.

I remember very much the thing that made my heart tremble and sad the most when Ashar arrived.

why that? After the ashar adjzan roared among us there were some santri who always filled the time to pray in the mosque, I just listened in the courtyard of the mosque. It is not mandatory only some students who want to just and some others are sleeping rest until waiting for the magrib time, some are playing ball and filling their respective time, respectively, well that often fills bersolawat in this mosque is the bodos that my friends call him, but his real name is not bodos but azkha Muhammad azkha, somehow called bodos I do not understand, each of these bodos is in contact with the husni who gives the azkha the nickname bodos. In addition, in the courtyard of the mosque I listened to their heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching solawat not only heart-wrenching but as if piercing into the heart.

Makes me remember the atmosphere of the house and to my parents not infrequently I feel like coming home, I miss my parents, I miss my parents, I felt many sins that I had committed as I listened to the prophet's loud voice in my ear.

If now among the many losers that I am the one who loses because I have wasted something valuable that is not istikomah in learning the science of god's religion. I just realize now if I used to have a thought concept that now just occurred to me maybe I will continue and survive until graduation, maybe, because if only I could memorize the Quran to memorize 30 juz and understand about the religious knowledge brought by the prophet Muhammad, namely Islam, religion, I want to continue for S 1 in Cairo like my upperclassman who is currently in cairo, my upperclassman graduated to get a scholarship there, I don't know, it's just that I heard from my friends and also from the old man who was in the boarding school. Sometimes we communicate.