My pesantren Witness my love

Ep. 57

The day keeps changing, it does not feel that Haflatul imtihan has arrived..

The event began with tahlil tahmid and maulid readings.. The santri are busy with their performance preparations.. As well as Shahia and her classmate, they prepare for her graduation..

In the front seat, it has lined the asataidz, Abah, Umi, gus Afnan and gus Arkan not to forget the baby Ziya held by Umi..

Shahia's parents and brother were also seen there attending Shahia's graduation.. And there are many other santri guardians..

Event after event passed, now the core pickle is the graduation event of the students and santriwati..

Abah as the leader of the foundation gives advice, advice to the students..

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi.. Alhamdulillah wa grateful we can still gather to attend the graduation of our beloved children..

Son, there's not much message.. Abah just ask to keep your alma mater name.. Proud of both of your parents.. Look at their struggle in financing you so you can learn to study here..

Look at the struggle..

Hot, their rain is falling for you beloved children.. Now is your graduation.. This is not the end of your struggle for return, but it is your beginning to repay your parents.. Practice every science that has been obtained.. Don't you guys waste it.. Don't you guys waste2 your parents' struggle.. Imagine if on the day you graduated, then you got the news that one of your parents died.. What have you done for them? what have you given them? the mind is just the dwelling of the mind.. Who while there are still parents, love them, respect them, please them.. It's not your money that they ask them to be happy.. But your happiness is what they want.. Therefore do not waste your knowledge.. Pursue your dreams.. Pursue your ideals so that you are happy and make parents proud.. That'sthat's all.. Parents don't ask for anything from you.. And for one of his parents is no longer there, divide the one that still exists.. Pray for the dead.. Only the prayer of the son of Sholih will please those who have gone..

That's Abah's message.. Take care of your alma mater.. You are santri and will forever be santri..

Maybe we'll split up, but I'm sure we'll meet back at the January.. Aamiin ya Rabbal alaamin.. Wassalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh"

Not only santri who graduated, but other students and even the attendees who were present also cried when they heard Abah's words..

Now the appearance of Graduates.. They sang a memorable song with tears and harrums..

🎶 I really feel beautiful

Flowing in every step

Laughter, love sorrow always..

The vast ocean stretches

Describe my journey story

As the storm passed..

The whole struggle will never escape the trials

But all, it won't be a burden

When with friends..

A million beautiful memories

What is stored is never forgotten

All my life, I get it and I feel it..

Inside to the same

Memory will not be replaced

As time goes by

We went through together.. 🎶

The cries of the wisudan broke out, as did those watching..

The big screen displayed several videos and photos during the class of it was in the pesantren.. Activities for 3 years that are played on a large screen add to the day of the event..

Now there are only memories left..

3 Years together in joy and sorrow..

Crying, anger, pleasure all mixed into one..

Companions..

Thank you for giving us the beautiful rainbow colors during our introduction..

I hope the rainbow won't fade..

Remember me in your memory..

Pray for me in your every bow..

Companions..

Let us be separated by distance and time..

Because every meeting will have a farewell..

But promise me, man..

This farewell is the way we meet again in the next January..

Oh Teacher..

Thank you for giving me such a beautiful color..

Thank you for every drop of sweat that flows from your forehead..

Thank you for being patient with us, your student, Master..

Oh Pondokku's..

In this place is my character in form..

This is where my mental state wakes up..

It is from this place that I will lead the World to the glory of the People..

Oh, my God, my God..

Extend their age, prolong the age of my teachers..

So that I can see him and show him 'I am successful thanks to him'

Take care of his body, God..

Rabbana atina fiddunia hasanah, wafil kaliati hasanah, wakwakina adzabannar.. Aamyn

Remember me in your prayer my Ustadz.. "

Seriate..

Huhuhoo.. 😢

Who wants graduation time?

Author so sad considering it all 😭