My madam, my poison

Clues

I don't care how many calls came in on my phone that I believe Gibran called.

"Why didn't you pick up the phone, Mom?" ask the taxi driver.

"Oh, sorry."

I grabbed my phone and turned it off.

All I want right now is silence.

Arriving at home.

"Well, how come you're home at this hour?" ask mom as I cross the living room.

"The work is done" answered briefly.

Mom got out of her seat and checked my yard.

"Where's Gibran? You went home alone?" ask mom again.

"The car broke down, so I took a cab home."

"Where could a car as good as that break down."

"I'm tired, I'm going to rest." I passed in front of my mother and went into my room.

"Zura .. Son. You're okay, aren't you?" ask my mother from the door of my room.

"I'm fine, ma'am, I'm resting first, good night."

A second later I heard my mother's footsteps moving away from my bedroom door.

"Lord, am I not entitled to the bahgia?" shirihku.

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At 02:00 in the morning.

Suddenly I woke up. Athaghfirullah! I just remember not having performed Isha' prayers'.

I went from my room to the mosque at the back of the house. The drops of ablution that washed my face made my drowsiness disappear immediately.

I had just performed the isha' prayer service, I suddenly remembered the words of Fatimah to involve God in all my affairs. In the last third of the night I squared all the problems of his life to my Lord, one of which was my problem with Gibran.

That line of prayer is what I said after I performed the istikharah prayer. Prayers to get help or guidance from God.

The dawn prayer is still 2 hours away. While waiting for the dawn Adhan, I filled it with reading the Qur'an. Not long ago read it suddenly these eyes felt so heavy that I did not realize I was asleep.

I felt like I was walking in a dark hallway with no light or anyone there. Of course I feel scared.

"Whoever! Help me get out of this place!" my peek.

In the midst of the darkness I kept walking until I finally saw a bright spot before me. The longer it becomes apparent. Suddenly a hand was stretched out towards me but his face looked so faint. I was relieved that it was this hand that would lead me out of this terrible place. My fear disappeared immediately.

"Who are you?" my many.

"You know me" he answered briefly.

"Who?"

"Maybe we haven't been too close, but I'm the one God sent to be your guardian."

I started to look at that face. Getting closer, closer, and closer.

The man who knew me so well smiled at me. Why am I suddenly confused? Who is this man Gibran or .. Keenan? I can barely tell the difference.

"Who are you?" ask me one more time.

Instead of answering my question, the man I still doubted his identity was actually slowly moving away from me. Yes getting farther ... far.. far .. until finally completely disappeared from before me.

I woke up along with the morning prayer.

That dream really made me wonder. Who exactly is that man? Gibran, or Keenan?

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