Santri Famiglia's

Meet the Blind Genius

Four fierce men came up ahead. The distance between Sanubari and them was only less than ten meters when the teenager decided to stop. Actually, Sanubari could have faced them all if he wanted to.

However, Sanubari prefers to run rather than resolve the conflict with a physical fight. He will only fight if he is really desperate. What a still naive thought of a boy in his infancy.

With a heavy sigh released by him, Sanubari's instincts say that it is better to turn around than to face all four. According to him, dealing with two people before is lighter than having to cope with more people.

Although he does not know for sure they are a plot of two pursuers or not, Sanubari still feel the need to be vigilant.

Sure enough the feeling. Just a few steps Sanubari away, suddenly the clattering of steps sounded. Spontan Sanubari running.

*****

On the ground floor of a minimalist mosque building without porches, two people of the opposite sex sit facing each other in one room. There was only a long table full of neatly wrapped piles of cloth. A woman opened one of the parcels and handed the contents to the man in front of her.

The man stroked the cloth in his hand. They seem to be doing bargaining. The man compared the cloth to each other, until finally the men sacrificed to come to them.

(For what does a man choose a veil? You don't mean to imitate a woman's appearance, Kain?)

The man raised his head.

(God, Abi! Sure didn't. I know looking like a woman is a sin. How could I dare to do that.)

(Then why did you choose the veil?)

(I want to give it to my sister. Next week is his birthday.)

The veiled woman offering the trade interrupted,

(Geez, how noble is your heart, Bri! Hm, since this is for a gift, I will give you a twenty-five percent discount on all products. So choose where?)

A man named Abrizar smiled. He lifted up a syar'i robe and said,

(This is all. The fabric is smooth and nice. Looks cozy.)

(You want me to help you wrap it up as a gift?)

Abrizar.

(Not necessary. I plan to send it with another package.)

They also completed a purchase agreement. The woman tidied up her belongings after handing over the robe and veil that Abrizar had bought.

(Abi Aljunaidi, don't forget to help promote my trade, yes! Counting can be a field of reward for Abi.)

"God willing," Aljunaidi briefly replied with a smile.

The woman then said goodbye. Abrizar and Aljunaidi chatted for a moment about a teaching schedule that would restart in the summer. They often speak Arabic if they are inside the mosque, but not outside.

Aljunaidi is an ustaz originating from the Middle East. For more than thirty years he settled in Italy, broadcasting the teachings of the Godhead to the surrounding population. The two-story mosque building where it is located, was built by the grandfather.

Aljunaidi only continued to manage the building and its activities with KMI (Italian Muslim Community). Although in Italy dominated by non-Muslims, the KMI organization still exists and can run. Every year there are new converts from local residents.

Abrizar is Aljunaidi's right-hand man. It helps to teach children who want to learn to teach. He is also the one who plays a big role in spreading information about their existence through social networks.

Suddenly a teenager hit Abrizar who had just come out, his breathing was not bad, repeatedly he looked back. Aljunaidi noticed the panic of the young man.

Not long after, the young man opened his mouth.

(Please, someone's after me.)

There's no one around there at all. However, there was a sound of people running from a distance. Aljunaidi took something from Abrizar's plastic bag.

(Borrow my veil first yes, Bri!)

Abrizar nodded softly without a word. He seemed to understand what Aljunaidi meant. Helping each other is encouraged in the beliefs he espouses. Therefore, Abrizar did not mind Aljunaidi taking his veil. He could buy it again later for his sister.

Rushing Aljunaidi put the veil on Sanubari. A large veil dangled downward, covering Sanubari's body down to the knees. Aljunaidi also attached a veil to Sanubari.

(Borrow your glasses!)

Aljunaidi took Abrizar's sunglasses. Now the glasses are perched nicely on Sanubari's nose, hiding his green iris. Sanubari can only be stunned when Aljunaidi dresses her up.

(Young man, you better stand next to ABRI, embrace his arm! And you—Bri, hide your wand!)

Aljunaidi makes Sanubari embrace friendly Abrizar like a husband and wife. According to Aljunaidi's instructions, Abrizar immediately shortened the stick and put it in the bag. Aljunaidi never took sandals for Sanubari because some people rushed to emerge from the alley.

They dyed. There are many branches of the road that have the potential to be used as an escape route. They lost track.

"How is this?"

"We split up."

"There are people there. We'd better ask to be more effective."

They also approached three people standing in front of the mosque who did not look like a mosque. Sanubari hugged Abrizar's arm. The nervousness took over his entire body as they got closer and closer. Role play begins.

(Well, when are you going to have a baby? I can't wait to hold it.)

(We don't want to rush. We are ready whenever God gives.)

Abrizar smile. The words coming out of his mouth sounded very natural. Whoever was looking, no one realized that they were pretending. Only Abrizar and Aljunaidi spoke. Sanubari simply fell silent, afraid of being discovered.

One of the pursuers of Sanubari asked them.

(Did you guys see a teenage boy with green eyes, black hair through here?)

Aljunaidi replied calmly,

(Yes, I saw him.)

Sanubari rounded his eyes behind his glasses. He did not expect the sacrificial man who dressed him to answer so honestly. He had hoped for protection, but he seemed to have misjudged these two people.

"Are these people going to give me up on them?" sanubari's mind is getting panicked.