Love Sajadah
New ustadzah?
Say, love does make the heart sad. Love is natural, depending on the person himself who responds. One way to respond to love is to make love as a way of worship.
Whatdoes thatmean? My friend of God knows it already.
Make love as a way of worship in a way that is more spirit to carry out worship because of Allah Ta'ala., not because of a loved figure. Do not love what is in the world more than love for God.
وَمَا ٱلْحَيَوٰةُ ٱلدُّنْيَآ إِلَّا لَعِبٌ وَلَهْوٌ ۖ وَلَلدَّارُ ٱلْءَاخِرَةُ خَيْرٌ لِّلَّذِينَ يَتَّقُونَ ۗ أَفَلَا تَعْقِلُونَ
Arabic-Latin: Wa mal-sayatud-dun-ya illa la'ibuw wa lahw, wa lad-darul-akhiratu khairul lillaishina yattaqinahn, a fa la ta'qilikahn
Dan's translation is not the life of this world, apart from playfulness and sheer jest. And the village of the Hereafter is better for those who fear. Then do you not understand it?
Understand that doesn't mean?
Living in this world is just entertainment, a jest. Do not be complacent about a world that is only temporary.
Back to story!
Now, Zaki and Azam are in ndalem (The main house of the boarding house). With the book in his hands, they are very focused on learning it.
"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," said Umi Hafsah_ibu Zaki and Azam
"Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," said those who can not be separated from the view of the book.
"Zaki?" call umi Hafsah.
"Naam umi." Zaki turned his gaze towards Umi Hafsah.
"Later there will be a new ustadzah who will teach here, please make his identity as an ustadzah here well. This is her data," said Umi Hafsah while submitting the files.
"Naam umi dear," said Zaki softly.
"Uluh-ten," said Abi Faizal_ayah Zaki and Azam.
"There is a shepherd" Azam quipped.
"Come on Umi, don't ignore the mosquitoes!" ketus Abi Faizal pulled Umi into the room, while Zaki and Azam shook their heads.
***
On the other hand, Nayra was pondering thinking about what Warda said.
The flashback
"That's you, I love all the money. Work there! Let's get some money," said Warda.
Nayra just looked down scared. Honestly, she really doesn't like being yelled at. But, what are the forces of circumstances that are always fed every day.
"An unwanted child!"
Flashback off
The words of Warda always ring in the mind of the girl. Fortunately, Nayra has been accepted as an ustadzah/teacher in the Al-Falah boarding school.
***
The next day, Nayra was getting ready for the boarding school. He used a robe complete with his niqab, not forgetting his socks and gloves.
"Mom, Nayra's leaving firstwell!" pamit Nayra.
"Judah there go!" ketus Warda, Nayra sighed.
"Assalamu'alaikum" said Nayra.
Nayra leaves on foot. Actually, the distance of the boarding school from the house is quite far will take 30 minutes. Nayra looked at the clock in her hand, at 07:00. He did leave a little early in the morning, so as not to be late. In addition, if the departure is too late, the weather must be hot.
Arriving at the cottage area, Nayra was unceasingly grateful.
'At least ana can feel the life of the hut.' Inner Nayra.
Nayra spread her gaze, where should she go? It just so happens that there are santriwati passing by.
"Afwan ukhti, ana wants it."
"Oh naam, a nopo tanglet?" santriwati said it with Javanese language.
"Em, where is ndalem?" asked Nayra doubtfully.
"From here, anti-straight just keep there is the main house painted yellow gold."
"MasyaAllah, syukron katsira ukhti."
"Naam ukh, excuse me!"
🚫Bonus
Ustadz Zaki's
The Nayra Jauzaa Syafa
