My Story is Not As Beautiful as Fatimah Azzahra And Ali Bin Abi Thalib

follow-through

prospective in-laws: hay zahrra, how are you dear

zahrra: alhamdulilah good aunt

prospective in-laws: this is aunt's son name is ali

ali: assalamualaikum

zahrra: waalaikumsalam sis

ali: do not call brother, just call mas yahh

zahrra: all right mas ali

ali: like her we've met ...

zahrra: yes, this afternoon on campus

ali: oh yes it is you....

zahrra: yes

with many of them stale they immediately talk about the core of their arrival .

ali: aunt, my intention here is good I want zahrra to be my wife later

mama: aunt accepts you but many decisions are in the hands of the zahrra

mommy: can be darling

I also went to the room crying, I named my prayer rites I took ablution, and I asked to god "god if I was in takdirka. by him will be we with your permission and if not then do as you will, O Allah, I give everything to you Rabb ". suddenly mama knocks on the door of my room ...

mama: zahrra, have you finished thinking about her ...

zahrra: yes ma, already

mommy: what's your answer, baby...

zahrra: bissmillah yes

mama: then we go down well and give you a happy answer with them

zahrra: good mom

mommy candidate: how dear...

zahrra: zahrra says yes aunt

mama and ali candidates: alhamdulilah

only smiles and cries were in the atmosphere, I could only pray that he could lead me to his god