Love Made In Hong Kong

Part. 87. Events At Jamiya Mosque

Povs. Aini

"Ai, tomorrow there will be an event at the Jamiya mosque. We all want to come with you too, right?". Latifa asked me.

"What way? But I didn't get the invitation." My answer.

"There will be an Isro' Mi'raj show. It's okay even if there is no personal invitation but you can still come along. Because the show will be open to the public." Latifa explained to me.

Looks like I'm interested in joining Latifa's invitation. Because it just so happens that tomorrow is a holiday for me. So I'm not working. Rather than just stay in the dormitory, I better just participate in the event Isro' mi'raj all of you so that I can add knowledge and also so that I can get to know this new environment. Who knows, there I will make new friends.

About Farenzy I always try to get her out of my mind even though honestly it is the hardest thing for me but I don't want mama and Nasha to treat me as low as they have been that time to me.

Sometimes my friends often ask about the figure of peria who was following me in the mosque Jamiya. But I always brushed aside those who said Farenzy was a good fit for me.

***

This afternoon I came home from work somehow my body felt weak and my head was also dizzy. I try to remember everything I did at work. No job seems too heavy. All work is the same as yesterday. Visitors also do not have a big spike. Even I almost know them all because the visitors are the average visitors who have become subscriptions at the restaurant where I work.

Then I try to remember what food and drink I ate and I drank. Same. There is nothing dangerous or different from yesterday. I eat and drink at the restaurant. Just like my other friends. If I get poisoned then they'll get hit, too.

But the longer I felt the weight of the yell felt heavy all over my head. My eyes began to twinkle.

I tried to stop my steps. I'm trying to find a seat. Then I found a chair under a shady tree. I sat there, because I didn't seem to be strong enough to continue my journey to the princess dormitory where it is now my home.

Then after I felt strong enough to make my way home, I stood up from my seat. Slowly I stood up and walked away to the princess dormitory. I don't know what causes my condition to be this weak. Ah, but maybe just because I cape though not felt but maybe my body is not fit to run my job. When I got into the dormitory, I lay down. Then without having a chance to shower and change my clothes I also fell asleep.

***

I walked in a beautiful flower garden, with its blooming flowers and fragrant aroma piercing the nose and giving comfort to anyone who was there. But I don't know exactly where this flower garden is.

Moments later I saw Siti's grandmother trying to cross the street. I was bamgun from sitting I was about to approach her, I was worried about grandma. I stepped towards Siti's grandmother but not yet until suddenly a bus came and hit Siti's grandmother. I was hysterical at this sight. As soon as the blood splattered on the black asphalt road. Grandma's body was lying in the street and the bus that had hit her drove so fast that it was no longer visible to the view.

I ran up to Grandma, my heart was so sad to see this happen with my eyes. I'm very sad. When I got near Siti's grandmother who was covered with blood, it seemed like I could not stand to see this scene alone until I shouted.

"Grandmother...!" I'm yelling.

But suddenly I woke up. Oh my.huh..! what's the matter? Why do I have nightmares about Siti's grandmother? Is Grandma Siti experiencing something?. But hopefully not. I hope Siti's grandmother is okay there.

The clock on the wall turned out to be two o'clock in the morning. I felt really uncomfortable because of my dream until I decided to get up and pray. I pray for safety for Lady. Suddenly I felt so longed for the old man who loved me so much as his own grandson. So many memories of me having it since the beginning of my first arrival in Hong Kong. At that time Siti's grandmother was Strouke and both legs were paralyzed. Until he healed and even healed completely.

I did not feel my tears dripping as I reminisced about my relationship with Siti's grandmother. When I remember one by one his kindness. When I hear his messages and advice for me. I miss him more and more. May God always protect you. Miss you.

***

The morning came to greet by leaving the dreams overnight until they only became the remnants of the shadow that shook in memory. Since dawn has been heard chanting sholawat verses from the Jamiya mosque. The largest mosque in Hong Kong. The Muslims around Sherly Street are very

cool the eyes of anyone who looks with a soul and heart full of faith.

I am getting ready to go to the Jamiya mosque where the Isro' Mi'raj Prophet Muhammad SAW will be held. It's been a long time since I've attended a religious event like this. Except when it was still in the village. Yes, because even though Mr. Syaeful's family is a family that can be said to be religious but as long as I am with them never once they invite me to go to events like this.

Then after finishing getting ready I immediately stepped out of the dormitory to the Masjkd Jamiya. From a distance, hundreds of people were already there. A very pleasant view of the heart. The closer I get to know that the Muslims who are now gathering at the Jamiya mosque is not only from one origin but from various regions even from various countries are also here.

Although the event has not started yet, I chose to stay inside the mosque. I circled my eyes looking for friends I knew but it seemed very difficult because the place was so wide also the people who came so much. Then I decided to just sit down and occasionally I glanced at the hordes of young men and women who passed by. It seems they are the administrators of this mosque organization. It appears that they are local residents of their stature and from the color of the skin also the shape of the eyes are narrowed.

Seriate...