Picking Back the Crashed Way
186 . Missing You (Pov Zahrana Yusuf )
"I see you so perfectly Tsamirah Zahrana Az Zahra!" said the servant with a loving look and a million flowers of love in his heart towards Zahrana.
"Whataaa?" zahrana cried with disbelief, for what he heard and saw from the figure of the Lord Vishnu Baskara, whom he had always regarded as an older cousin, nothing more.
The steward shut his mouth, for he had slipped before Zahrana.
"Ma-af, Mas didn't mean to startle you. But, it is true that you are indeed beautiful and charming Tsamirah Zahrana Az Zahra!"
"Everyone knows, Zahra is already beautiful from her son. But, Zahra hope not to over-complicate which will make everyone misunderstand our relationship. Remember that! we are cousins, don't think of anything, just one kind. We're cousins, nothing more!"
"Remember! earlier we were just acting in front of Priska, do not baper ya Mas Pramuja Vishnu Baskara! this is the second time Zahra reminded brother, quickly leave here, continue the work of brother in the workshop PWB group! if you're still a wayward brother also Zahra telfon Aunt Asma Nadia, if Mas bothers Zahra who's working."
Zahrana poses a threat to the steward.
"All right, I'll go. However, if there is anything contact Mas!"
"Just relax, it's safe here, Mom. Zahra can take care of herself. Go then!" Zahrana drove the Preacher out from his presence, the Ramuja swung his steps, leaving Zahrana alone in the Aisyah Boutique Collection.
"Assalamu'alaikum, my cousin my angel!" said Pramuja in a joking laugh.
"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi .. my older cousin, be careful on the way!" zahrana said with a wave of his hand, until the flight attendant was no longer visible from his sight.
"Alhamdulillah .. I can finally breathe a sigh of relief, Mas Pra is no longer here, for a long time if faced with him I can go crazy. Where to talk does not use filters, but thankfully he saved me from the ferocity of Priska, now it is 10:15 wib. I haven't done the Sunnah Dhuha prayer!" bathin Zahrana, he immediately took ablution and spread his alphabet on the floor of the Aisyah Boutique Collection.
Zahrana performs the Dhuha prayer service solemnly. He raised his hand, hoping to his Lord for a good sustenance, ease all his affairs, lay out his chest, add his knowledge, receive his practice, forgive his sins. In closing his prayer, Zahrana always prayed for good for his parents and also did not forget the do'a sweep of the universe hoping that the goodness of the afterlife would be the end of the complement of all his prayers.
"Alhamdulillah .. finally, Sunnah Dhuha worship is finished, sorted and tidied up all the items in the store is also completed. Now, fill your free time by reading books, let's increase your knowledge and insight!" bathin Zahrana's.
"Hemmm .. while waiting for customers to shop more than I read the book Under the Shade of Love!"
Zahrana also opened and read sheet by sheet the stories and words contained in the book Under the Shade of Love that he read.
Every word Zahrana read seemed to touch the depths of her heart. His imagination again misses the figure of Yusuf Amri Nufail Syairazy who has been studying for the last 4 years at Al Azhar University in Egypt.
"Son Joseph, when will you return? really, this miss is tormenting me. However, it's better than me going into a relationship with someone and bringing me in the mistakes and sins that torment me."
"You are so different, compared to a thousand young men I have met in my entire life. You value, respect and uphold my dignity as a woman, never once did you want to do anything unnatural to me. You always keep me from things that are not riddled by Allah Subhana vata'ala."
"Sister Joseph, I really miss you very much! longing for your sincerity, tenderness and affection that you show from the silence of your heart. I've never seen you do anything bad to me. Although I often make mistakes and sins, never for a second did I see you say rude or hurt me. It is precisely you who patiently guided me to continue in the path of truth."
"If all the youth out there admire me because of the beauty and perfection that is in me, then you love and admire me just because you expect the pleasure of Your Lord no more. Because it was your holiness that kept me here waiting to be here to pick me up along the ark of love in the pleasure of the owner of life."
Zahrana's tear thread, suddenly flowing in her beautiful eyes. He really misses the figure of Yusuf Amri Nufail Syairazy.
"Sister Joseph, I really miss you!" zahrana's whisper of heart interrupted his sobs.
Zahrana's tears began to flow more and more as he found and read the verse in the book Under the Shade of Love which he still continues to read sheet by page.
When you have no intention of meeting
Promise to come even if you don't like it
At least, please make me happy with your promise
My heart is long tormented awaiting your arrival
Wasn't that lost in the darkness of the night
Quite happy with a flash of light at the end of the night
They say the one you love makes you hurt
And you answered him, he never made me hurt
In fact, in every stream of blood I felt a closeness to him
Until each blood circle vies out to approach him
You're so far from my eyes
My hands can't touch you
Distance prevents us from meeting
Only dreams can let us unite
When I sleep, my soul dates your shadow
While this body never knows
It seems, the encounter of the soul is more subtle to you
Than when our bodies meet each other
And that night you were present in my dreams
The sun wants me to make you your replacement
But, where might you replace something
In the distance your shadow comes to visit me
We meet, and then you leave the pills
Duhai, why don't you say it was an encounter
Only the shadows you present
It was as if I was just a raaf
Not a member of Heaven, and Al Jahim did not admit it
I dreamt you were far away
We parted, and tears fell to the earth
Before you leave, you reach out to me how sad
When I woke up, my sadness disappeared
Now I'm closer to you
But it turns out I was just a dream
You are far from my eyes too
Leave the pain and the longing that torments me ...
To long, to torment my soul, my soulmate and my hope
To you my heart is anchored
Do'a and my hope, may you be the answer to all my worries
O you who are there, may my Bismillah be Alhamdulillah .. be with you in sailing the ark live under the shade of His love in the future .. aamiin .. aamiin ya Mujibbasailin
After reading the verse, Zahrana fell asleep along with a circle of tears dripping on her cheeks.
"You Joseph, I miss you so much!" bathin Zahrana's. In his sleep Zahrana kept calling out the name of Joseph, he really missed the figure of Yusuf Amri Nufail Syairazy. The figure of the young man who had now reigned in his heart.
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The Al - Azhar University of Egypt.
Yusuf who is focusing on studying science related to Islamic Shari'a, along with other students also appear dreamy and lack of enthusiasm. His teaching activities today are not as perfect as usual. Because, he also remembered the figure of an angel who was missed after 4 years he did not return to the homeland of Indonesia.
"Tsamirah Zahrana Az Zahra, how are you there? why do I suddenly miss you? does this little heart deserve to feel this unusual feeling towards you that I am not yet lawful to have? do I feel this heavy longing? should I go back to Indonesia after finishing my S1?" bathin Yusuf with a feeling that began to unsettle his heart and soul.Yusuf also stopped for a moment his activity to study the science of Islamic jurisprudence that he is studying at this time. He still thinks about Zahrana.
"Will you remember me and keep the taste for me, like we promised when we last met? How about you now? may you also have the process of becoming a true Muslim woman, may you also have traveled the path of hijrah that is guided by Allah, as in my dream last night, I saw you covered in the scarf hijab. You really look beautiful and enchanting with the shari'i you wear, which even heavenly angels envy seeing your natural charm and beauty unequaled. May my dream last night be a good sign for our next bond!" bathin Joseph with a sweet smile.
Yusuf's face was glowing, he was excited to make his fellow comrades who were both from Indonesia was surprised to see the change of Yusuf Amri Nufail Syairazy, who was initially restless but bright again.
"Maa yes Allah ... Akhi Yusuf, you suddenly get excited again. Ever since, I've seen you moping around, like there's something you're thinking about. What's the matter?" tanya Muhammad Azzam Al Fatih who is also from Indonesia.
"There is nothing Akhi, I just miss the homeland of Indonesia" Yusuf said, trying to hide his feelings.
"Oh yeah, really? But looking at your ways, I know that you are thinking of someone, because I was once in your position to admire a sister of my class at Pondok Pesantren in Kota P, too, exactly 4 years ago before I continued my studies at Al Azhar University. I hope that after completing my studies here which is only two weeks away, I can meet him again, most likely this year he has graduated from the boarding school!" said Azzam who unknowingly poured out his heart at this time, making Yusuf smile at the words of Muhammad Azzam Al Fatih.
"Hemmm .. the feeling of love is actually not the sin of Akhi, if we are able to dampen our lust so as not to violate the syari'at, for example dating. Be grateful, if we are awake from the obedience and the like. It is better to guard our hearts, and hold our feelings for those we admire, than to express our feelings for those we do not yet possess!" joseph's light, made Azzam so careful and amazed to hear the words of his friend.
"Akh Yusuf, I agree with you!" azzam said with blissful eyes. He was happy because he was able to hold back and harbored his feelings for the figure of the Sholihah woman who he greatly admired.
"Hafidzah .. a beautiful name, which has been engraved in the last 4 years in my heart, hopefully we can meet again after I return to the Indonesian homeland later. May we be able to mate as I do'a in every bow, hoping that you will be my makmum later, aamiin ya rabbal 'alamiin."
Azzam prayed in his heart, Azzam did not know at all if the Hafidzah he meant was Zahrana's friend, a woman who was loved and longed for by his friend Yusuf Amri Nufail Syairazy.
"Tsamirah Zahrana Az Zahra, wait for me! I will return to my homeland as soon as I have graduated from my S1 which is only two weeks away. I'll whip you according to my promise first!" joseph bathed with growing feelings in his heart for Zahrana.
Joseph and Azzam seemed to be drowning with their own thoughts, both of them were trying to arrange their hearts against the figure of the prayer woman who has now touched the hearts of both. One thought of Zahrana and one thought of Hafidzah.😍😍
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Pearl strand wisdom 👉 "For you who survive still choose sacred in waiting. May Allah be the soul mate who comes for you. May your love for Him guard you from the winds of evil that can make you heed His commandments." (Whispers_H@ti )
