Pursuing the Details of His Love Tasbih

Chapter 29 - The New Step

Ameer could only be stunned when she heard Meizia's story about the desire of one of her friends to return to their previous jobs, arguing that the results were not enough for the family to do a job as a shopkeeper.

Ameer's heart was pinched, even she wanted to cry.

"Tomorrow you can all meet my brother" said Ameer. "They have a clothing store, especially women and children. You can be an employee there."

"Muslim climbing?" ask one of Meizia's friends.

"Yaps" replied Ameer.

"But what do people say when a former prostitute sells Muslim clothes?" knock the other one.

"Have you ever heard the story of a prostitute who became a resident of heaven?" Ameer asked back which made the women confused.

"If it were heaven alone, the most beautiful and sacred place could be occupied by a former prostitute. Moreover, just a shop that sells Muslim clothes?" Ameer.

"People won't ask if you've ever sinned or not. People will only ask if there is a shirt they want or not" Ameer said. "And if anyone asks about your life, if it leads to disgrace. So shut your mouth tight, because in fact the person has no right to ask and you are not obliged to answer. Rather, it is an obligation for you not to open the disgrace that God has closed!"

They looked at each other, trying to digest what Ameer had just explained with emphasis.

"One more thing, improve your appearance," Ameer's request came back firmly.

"Although the word people do not judge people by their appearance, but actually improve the appearance of one important aspect for a Muslimah. If you're dressed covered, from top to bottom. People will appreciate you as much as you value yourself. Because if a Muslim woman looks good according to the rules of religion, then all that looks is good. Understood?"

No one made a sound, again they just glanced at each other. Meizia had just looked down deeply while linking her hands together.

"Oh yeah, do you guys know my house?" asked Ameer who immediately made Meizia look up.

"No idea" replied Jenny, the others shook their heads slowly.

"I'll give you my home address, next to it is a musholla where there is study every afternoon. Come over there this afternoon, maybe it can improve your outlook on life. We will both learn to deal with this life wisely, according to the teachings of our religious law."

"Are you going to talk like in a video?" jenny suddenly. "Meizia's been watching your cermah." The next thing that makes Meizia's eye pupils dilate.

Now Ameer's gaze was immediately fixed on the woman and Meizia immediately looked down deeply again.

"That kind of thing," Ameer said later. "I don't mean to lecture you guys actually, I just want us to learn together."

Meizia gave a smile at Ameer's last words, very humble, Meizia thought. Who wouldn't be amazed at a guy like that?

"You're a Ustadz, how can you equate with ourselves by saying we're both learning?" knock one of those women.

"Ustadz is a title that man gives to a person who teaches, not a title from God that a person will not commit sin" Ameer said, a stark answer.

"When there's a phone" Jenny said, glancing at Meizia. "Unless you want to meet in person."

"Jenny?" meizia Tease.

"I go home first" said Ameer later.

"Thank you very much" said Jenny. "You have contributed to your life, Ustadz Ameer. What can we do for you as a thank you?"

"Learn and be patient for the rest of your life" replied Ameer. "Never go back to the old ways or our struggles are all in vain."

Jenny nodded firmly while smiling.

After that Ameer immediately went home, especially his mother had sent several messages asking for the whereabouts of Ameer.

Sometimes Ameer was surprised by her mother, now she was big but her mother always wanted to know where Ameer was, who and what she was doing. It's like Ameer's a kid who has to take care of her.

Arriving home, Ameer tells her where and what she is doing. Of course he could not lie and apparently it made the mother look angry.

"Next time ask Ummi, Shafa or Marwa if you want to see a woman," said Ummi Nayla with annoyance after knowing Ameer met Meizia alone.

"They're busy, Ummi," Ameer said with a faint smile.

"Then your mother?" Umm Nayla pointed at herself.

"I didn't think there." Ameer answered honestly.

"It's true, son." Ummi Nayla rubbed her chest while taking a deep breath. "You know why Ummi doesn't want you to be free to make friends and meet a woman? There can be slander, Ameer, or it can even be a path of sin, a way of worship without you knowing."

Ameer could only bow in hearing every word the mother said with such emphasis.

"The devil's temptations are so subtle, son, maybe now you're just meeting, then what about tomorrow? Tomorrow again? For a long time it will become a habit then you can unknowingly slip into the valley of sin."

"Grandfather also often said so, Ummi," said Ameer.

"That's true" replied Umm Nayla.

"So my grandfather advised me to marry Meizia alone, lest there be slander and makshiat."

"AMERE!"