Mystery of Love

ustadz

Living in an ever-noisy cottage sets my mood apart when faced with a state of silence. Noisy because we had to queue for a shower, to eat. We enjoyed it as if we were brothers.

We all stood up when Mr. Zein was rowdy. When he sat down, we all sat down. That is how he taught us in accordance with the book we studied.

The ta'limul muta'alim. The book of adab and the ordinance of a person who seeks knowledge which in the book is referred to as a student in order to get useful and barokah knowledge. Among them about food that goes into the stomach must be halal, do not eat subhat food, stay away from matters of maksiat, how should we put books, how adab against teachers, and how to, do not hurt the teacher and so on.

We also studied the book of taklim in formal and early schools with different teachers. I think only Mr. Zein is the fittest and most at heart when explaining it to us.

When Mr. Zein taught there were no students who dared to be noisy like when we were in school in the morning and early. Everyone listened carefully in a quiet atmosphere just listening to the sound of Mr. Zein who was not too loud or too slow. His charisma is very different from our other teachers.

That day Mr. Zein explained about a student who must have sam'an wa toatan to the teacher. Whatever the teacher commands must be done without much questioning.

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There is a group of police who are confused because they are always fooled by a fugitive. They have been looking to many places that are suspected as hiding places but nil. They couldn't find even a trace of it as if it had disappeared in time.

One of the police then took the initiative to pak kyai who is famous in the area. When Pak Kyai met him, the police officer then stated his intention . Mr. Kyai listened carefully and then gave laxatives/straight-care/snapped to the police officer who was in a state of turmoil.

On the way home the drug takes care of it turns out to have worked. Because he could not stand it then went down to the bottom of the bridge to throw hajat in the river under the bridge.

He felt relieved because the burden of his stomach had been removed all. He was about to return to the top but he stopped his steps because he saw a fugitive figure sought by his group hiding behind the bushes. He immediately arrested him without significant resistance from the fugitive police while smiling and muttering, "know".

That's how it is, Mr. Zein explained while telling us. One more point I had to make that day.

"When mondok do not ever date because it will inhibit the coming of science" said mr. zein.

Those words hit my heart.

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I thought about Mr. Zein many times. I wanted to break up with Davic but I wanted him to be able to take it with his air and not do stupid things anymore.

I wrote another letter, asking Davic to break up because I wanted to follow his message, Mr. zein. sam'an wa toatan. I also asked him to burn all my letters and forget about me.