Mr. Kyai Restui Fatimah
Aisha
"Assalamallaikum wr.wb,ustadz"salam Aisyah lowered her head when she met Arshan...
"Waallaikumsalam wr.wb.,ya ustazah Aisyah.," answered Arshan smilingly glancing at Aisyah still bowing her head huh...
"i'll permit an ustadz first," said the soft, melodious voice of the aisyah., her head still lowered not daring to look at Arshan..
"Oh yes, it's the Aisyah's ustazah," Arshan was slightly away from the aisyah, although the distance between them was also a little far...
Aisyah again said hello to Arshan who was answered also by Arshan, with a voice so soft, Padem heard her...
Aisyah is running out of the ummi salma room, and Arshan wants to meet her ummi., too.,
indirectly aisyah and arshan meet each other, although Aisyah always bowed her head, every meeting with any man who is not her mahram...
from a distance Aisyah saw Arshan, she immediately lowered her head, although Aisyah's heart was always pounding fast when she heard the very soft voice of arshan..
"Allah subhanalahu wa ta'ala makes the eyes as a mirror for the heart, what if a servant subdues his gaze, then his heart is able to subdue his orgasm and his desire and what if he, if he, let go of his view, then the heart will vent his orgasm.,"
Aisyah always mentions the words of speech from ummi Salma about Maintaining your eyes.,
Layer 2, look down..
*the second layer is that Allah SWT has commanded us to look down...
*especially if meeting the opposite sex who is not his mahram...
*for , the eyes of a person to the opposite sex is like a shethan arrow that can shake one's faith...
*by controlling this, passionate lust can be resisted...
*Insha'allah the road to adultery is already covered with its own...
again Aisyah smiled wryly from the lecture of ummi salma, the mother of Arshan ustadz, Aisyah again walked towards the other woman's santri cottage...
"my name is Aisha, but I am not Aisha as perfect as the apostle's wife, but I will learn from Aisha, the beloved wife of the Prophet, where is the figure of the exemplary woman so is Fatimah the daughter of the Prophet," the inner ayesha muttered..
ummi Salma often tells the story of the figure of Aisyah and the Prophet., who is often in waiting for the santriwati all her...
where at that moment, all the santri were so amazed to hear his own aisyah when ummi salma lecture..
in the story so sweetnya apostleullah...
**Reuters SAW was angry with his wife Aisha so he said:Akfinii ` ainak! (close your eyes!)..
After the eyes of the aisha were closed the Prophet said: Taqarrabii (close to me). When Aisha approached, then the Prophet of Islam embraced Aisha and said: My passion, my anger has gone after I hugged you**.,"
masya'allah heart who does not melt hear the romantic story of the Prophet SAW and Ayesha, heart who does not shed tears hear the romantic story of the Prophet Muhammad and Aisha...
one day Muhammad had come home late at night and fell asleep at the door of the house because he did not want to wake Aisha, Aisha was asleep behind the door waiting for the prophet to come home..
which story is more romantic than the story of the Prophet Muhammad And Aisyah., the story that is always in the future right when ummi Salma is being lectured...
so is the story of Fatimah daughter of the Prophet, the story of the exemplary woman, where they can all quote from each story...
"my heart is always moving when I hear your voice, my body will be softened when it indirectly sees you from far away, sinning that I have done it, he said,if your servant asks for forgiveness from you, O Allah, the heart of the servant is so difficult to control the love and liking of the servant to him," lirih Aisyah shed her tears
"so sick, so sad when loving someone in silence, this heart is so painful to hold all her, lah lah I love her so deeply, this feeling is so very difficult to erase her name in my memory,forgive your servant God, your servant has sinned so deeply in love with your creature so deeply, "sobs hastened to wipe away his tears...
Aisyah was still grateful around her quiet, so no one saw her when she shed her tears., Aisyah took her breath in deep, threw her back in a row., threw her back.,
along the way to the cottage Aisyah santriwati always read her remembrance in the heart...
where the distance to the cottage santriwati is a little far, circling every plantation park in the pesantren,,,
pesantren kyai malik is a little wide, where the distance between male and female pesantren is also made a little distance, limited to plantations and fences...
"Assalamallaikum wr, wb ustazah Ayesha,"
"Waalaikumsallam wr,wb sarah" answered Aisyah's greeting when she saw sarah coming out of the children's santriwati cottage...
"the lie of Aisha from where, whether it is finished from the place of Umm Salma,"
"really sarah, ummi Salma called me there was a lecture invitation in the village next door," sarah nodded, along with Aisyah...
"may I ask ustazah," said sarah to Aisyah, sarah a little suspicious to see the eyes of her best friend is aisyah., whether Aisyah's ustazah had run out to meet Arshan ustadz, her inner asked...
"Ah, let's have a sar, we sit there first" Aisyah said on a wooden bench under a mango tree...
sarah nodded, following Aisyah's steps to sit there...
on the basis of his very familiar Sarah Aisyah while studying at the boarding school Kyai malik., etc.,
where Aisyah first 2 years of studying since the age of 9 years, while Aisyah is currently 20 years old...
just like her age is not much different from Aisyah 20 years, just different months but born in the same year., Sarah studied at the age of 11 years in the pesantren kyai Malik....
Aisyah also in kyai malik pesantren has a degree as the youngest ustazah at the age of 15 years, Aisyah is also very keen to deepen her religious knowledge., he said.,where he is also often invited at various events for lectures...
"please ask, what does sarah want to ask, "smile Aisyah who is so very ayu...
masya'allah was a very shady smile, a voice so melodious, said the inner sarah never bored her praise Aisyah's beauty, which was where her voice was also so smooth and gentle...
"sorry before her, when sarah sassy, lustazah Aisyah, did Ustazah end up crying" said the heart of Sarah
Aisha who heard Sarah's question was so surprised, "Allah, is it so visible,"
said Aisyah erasing her trail of tears, "no dear, not visible, but sarah could feel, where the eyes of the ustazah were slightly reddened,"
Aisyah bows her head, she can't lie in the slightest with her best friend, it's sarah, sarah's words are always on target...
"do you see ustazah Arshan,"
Aisyah looked at sarah, she nodded her head, sarah gave her breath, sarah knew that Aisyah was silent and loved Arshan son of Kyai malik for a long time...
only Sarah knows about it, not the others about Aisyah's feelings with Arshan....
sarah hopes that her best friend is really a match with Arshan, where according to her Arshan and Aisyah is very suitable...
the same has a soft heart, said the courtesy, sholeha and sholeha., love is added again the same as diligent...
arshan figures are dignified, handsome, valiant, sabar arshan also many in the gilai of the women...
while Aisyah figure of a beautiful woman, soft calms, her innate patience is always soft, friendly just like arshan, aisyah is also a woman figure admired by the people there is adam...
the dream wife and the ideal priest....
seriate.......
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