Love Tactics

Worship

I stared at my wall clock, just to see what time it was. It shows the number three there.

I slowly went down the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face, and I went out to wake Nayra up.

"Day! Nay! Wake up, it's three o'clock," I pat Nayra's sleeping arm gently to the right.

He slightly stepped up and opened his eyes slowly, adjusting the light of the lamp. When his eyes were perfectly open, he woke up from his sleep staring around.

"When it's three o'clock why?" ask her in wonder.

I smiled, it was natural that he was a bit confused because the obligatory prayer was held at four o'clock. I woke him up early.

"Tahajud prayer" I answered.

Nayra thrust out one of her hands to help her stand up and I accepted. He was still dazed as he walked towards the bathroom, perhaps his consciousness had not fully recovered.

A few minutes later, he came out and showed his wet face. When we were next to me, we went outside to pray in the mosque.

My friend this one is so cute that he does not ask too many questions, but I am ready to answer if he asks "why are we down?" Or maybe I want to be like that because it didn't happen, try to be true I could just complain.

Actually I was still sleepy, it was only natural that we studied until eleven, errat, I myself studied and Nayra explained. He even made a question for me.

Last night I found something I liked about her, which was, not much to complain about. When the answer I did was wrong he always improved with a calm face. Imagine, the mistake was not just on one number, maybe all I wrote. But anger or annoyance is not visible at all.

Unlike me, Nayra just became moody already making me yell at her. Hmmm, so feel guilty.

We were not in front of the Mushola. Immediately I pulled Nayra who wanted to enter, I brought her to the ablution place first.

"Sorry, well, long daydreaming I forgot to show a place of ablution," I said while re-binding my hair to make it neater.

"It's okay."

I turned on the tap and then wudhu. Meanwhile, Nayra was silent beside me.

When it was over, it was Nayra's turn to do the same. There are many taps.

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"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah."

I turned to the right, then to the left.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullah."

The tahajud prayer I have founded, so I must recite. Praising the name of God, seducing him, and persuading him to grant my prayers.

I once asked my mother why she cried during prayer, the answer was.

"Reply what you say to God, such as

Subhanallah, which means holy of God. We are sinners, son, so we ask forgiveness of sins from him who is holy

Subhanallahi wabihamdi, the most holy of God and all praise for him, man should not expect praise, but what should be praised is the giver of the excess," mama paused for a moment to speak, he pulled me to sit on his lap. Mama was understanding, from earlier I surrounded my eyes looking for a clean seat but, only a little tarp that covered the grass was occupied by my mother.

"Son's the champion of the story telling race who helped you say that English sentence? God son. So if there are people who are beautiful, handsome, intelligent, pious or righteous we say 'Mashaa Allah' because Allah wills for everything, if Allah wants this brother to be intelligent it is very easy for Allah, he said, easier than turning the palm of the hand, how do you keep him educated brother? that's trying and seducing her."

I was a kid trying to understand my mom. Honestly, that sentence is too high in meaning, I have not been able to understand. However, as my experience and age grew, I came to understand what my mother meant.

"Subhanallah, subhanallah, subhanallah..," As I said, I also counted them using my right hand fingers.

I had thought of buying a prayer beads that were like marbles, but because of the help of internet information I knew that more primarily do misikr using hands because he would be snorted later.

I would be very happy if this hand would answer that I use it well. Although I can't rule out the possibility that I have many sins. Naudzubillahimindzalik.

Finished thinking I raised my hand, praying quietly.

"Aamiin," I rubbed my face, then turned to look at Nayra.

It turns out that it was finished too. Nayra seemed to be holding a black mushaf, she read it in a small voice.

Curious what surah he was reading, I immediately approached and sat down beside him. There was the sound of Nayra's voice choking.

He took a breath, tired of fixing his laughter, could not bear me stroking his shoulders so that he was more excited.

"Wamima raz. razakna hum yun. yun. fikun."

"Wamimma razakna hum yunfikun," I said fixing the reading, I thought that I could help why not. I know that's why I corrected it.

"Here there is mim in the tasyid, so it is read wamimma because it is heard about 2-3 harakat," I indicate the mim letters adjacent to the letter wau.

"Thank you" Nayra gave me a smile and continued reading again.

"Assalamualaik."

Papa's voice penetrated my sense of hearing, he knocked on the door giving a sign that he wanted to enter.

"Nay's hair," I remember Nayra for her hair under my chin. Nayra fixed it.

"Waalaikumussalam, enter pa."

Papa, mama and Maheer entered the same room as us. They smiled towards Nayra and responded similarly.

Mama wore black shar'i clothes as well as she would wear prayer because, it had covered the aurat.

Nayra gives you wider access. After that mom sat down and patted Nayra's back as a form of affection.

"Read what surah, son?" ask mama.

Nayra lowered her head so that her chin and chest met. Long waiting for an answer so mama patted the place next to her that was empty, more precisely perfecting the shaf because there was a distance between mama and Nayra. I obeyed my mother's order to sit in their midst.

"Why didn't Nayra answer my mother's question? Oh maybe he didn't hear it," I looked at Nayra's body acting strangely.

"Surah al-Baqarah, ma."

Finish praying tahajud, papa and Maheer out. They will perform the prayer in the mosque.

Nayra was shocked when my sister and papa left the mushola.

"Papa Sama Maheer pray tahajud in mushola continue if shajuh prayer to the Mosque. Actually it could be the tahajud prayer in the room but more afdol in this mushola said papa," I replied to my friend's astonishment. Nayra nodded in understanding.

When I turned to my mom, she gave me a thumbs up with a smile.

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°about tajwid I get on google.

°when any error please tell us where and what the solution🦋 is

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