Santri Famiglia's

Honjin Mosque

Exiting the airport, they headed to the central Nagoya international airport train station, still within the airport area. The three ride the Meitetsu limited express for thirty-five minutes. Get off at Nagoya station, continue on foot to the next train. They ride the Higashiyama line.

Along the way, Sanubari was confused looking to and fro. The road is so complicated, lucky that there are people who are willing to help. If Sanubari itself, it might take more time because it strays. They also helped make an electronic Manaca— card for public transportation so there is no need to go back and forth to buy tickets as long as the balance is still there.

"My mom Honjin. Honjin. Odeguchi wa migigawa's."

An announcement of the train arriving in Honjin was heard.  Sanubari and the troupe stood. They approached the exit on the right side as per the notice.

Sanubari observing the train. In the opposite direction there is also a door. He's learning new things. On every train there must be an announcement of which doors will open. From Honjin station, again they had to walk up and down the stairs.

"If this continues, I can be thin without exercise," Sanubari's inner self tries to keep pace with the man while leading Abrizar.

The man also explained that there are many entrances at each station. If you choose wrong, the distance that should be close can be far because you have to rotate. He was like a tour guide.

Actually there is also an elevator, but the man said that while still able to walk should use the feet. Especially those who need to use elevators. Sanubari can only obey.

Out of the subway station, they turn right. Then, turn right again at the first intersection, straight a few meters. They stopped in front of the right-hand building. The building is in a junction.

Sanubari. Not like a mosque. That was Sanubari's first impression. The man said goodbye after taking Sanubari and Abrizar. After the man disappeared, Sanubari pushed open the unlocked glass door.

Sanubari smiled broadly standing inside the building. The teenager's eyes scanned the toilet. The atmosphere of the building is so quiet, like no occupants. Abrizar had sat down first, taking off his shoes.

"That's it!" Sanubari looked at the ablution across the street and took off his shoes.

"They arrived just as Azan Zuhur reverberated. It looks like this building is designed soundproof because Sanubari did not hear the azan take place from the outside before. Unlike in Indonesia, Sanubari still remembered first he could hear the azan from a radius of tens of meters during his stay in the land of birth. Maybe one day it will happen in Japan too.

"Come, Brother!" invite Sanubari to take Abrizar.

He showed me the ablution before finally entering the bathroom. Sanubari immediately took off the brackets that encased his clothes, leaving behind a long-sleeved black shirt with jeans. Again he smiled looking at the reflection of his face in the mirror. Several times he nodded.

"Tests, tests, ah, the leg is not to pretend to be a woman anymore. Tired of the wood."

Satisfied to convey unek-unek, Sanubari immediately berwudhu. After that, they went up to the second floor. Pretty broad. Across the stairs up was a shelf full of books. When turning right, a large digital clock stuck to the wall, right next to the priest's place.

"Fajar, dawn, duha, Zuhr, asar, Maghrib, isya." Sanubari frowned at reading the prayer schedule on a digital clock.

There's seven. Usually only five hours. Duha, Sanubari can understand. He often saw Abrizar do it. However, only this time Sanubari saw written at dawn before dawn.

"Kok tucked Fahjar hours between prayers? I thought it was a prayer schedule, but it's more than five, huh?" sanubari muttered not understanding.

"It should be only five times, but the sunnah is more than that. Dawn is the sunnah prayer before dawn" replied Abrizar.

"Oh, is there dawn prayer?"

"Yes." Yeah."

They walked forward, choosing a place to pull over. Realizing that someone was coming, a man sitting in the front row turned his head. The Syrians saw Abrizar and Sanubari putting their own things. Spelled out the goods were actually only two small bags and brackets that had been folded. The rest of their belongings had to be left on the plane.

"Futari Domo, isshoni inorimasen KA?" bargain the Syrian man invited congregational prayers.

"Hi!" replied Sanubari inviting closer, "Sister, invited by worshippers. Come on!"

He also told me a lot. The mosque is empty on an ordinary day. The celebration is only on weekends or when there are tourists who stop by to worship. It was at the weekend that religious activities were held, counseling for those who want to convert to Islam, a study for those who want to explore Islam. All of this was done without any cost. However, it is permissible for those who want to become a benefactor seikhlasnya.

Sanubari was very impressed with the management of this Islamic activity. They teach without expecting anything in return. Sanubari and Abrizar even got free Ama juz books, complete with Japanese meanings and interpretations. The man also gave her drinks and snacks before leaving.

 

Sanubari put the book in a bag, then looked through the books on the shelf. He was curious since the first time he entered. So many books and Islamic literature are lined up. Sanubari wants to read, but. His eyes were not ready to understand the letter like noodles. There are no books of homage. These books are meant for the Japanese

Sanubari continued to pay attention one by one to the book. His eyes caught something that caught his attention. Long enough he stood in place. His gaze was fixed on a book covered in sakura.

"It's kind of like Shiragami kanji, huh?" But what are the other two?"

Sanubari took the book. Sanubari memorized the kanji shiroi which became the first letter of Shiragami because of its simple shape, like a domino without a number. Our kanji looks like satay to Sanubari. He likes our kanji. Sanubari opened the book.

"Hah, again curly noodles," he lamented the difficulty of reading.

However, he did not return the book. He tried hard to read. Shiragami's words written on the cover made him want to know the contents of the note.

Suddenly Mosan whispered, "Need help to read."

Sanubari immediately replied enthusiastically, "Yes."

Mosan also read the translation. From beginning to middle sounds like a regular record of the fundamentals of the Islamic religion. Arriving at a page, there are notes that sound like curses.

"Islam sounds soothing. Heart touched. I wanted to embrace Islam, but I enjoyed my days being a temple girl. What a dilemma for me. The more I learned it, the more I wanted to know more. I want you to know this beauty. Could it be that he could stop from that world?"

"Sister? Does Shiragami Eiji have a sister?" Sanubari closes the book, "Mighty Guard, read the name that is written."

"Anki Shiragami."

"Oh, isn't Shiragami Eiji anyway? It's worth calling yourself a girl." Sanubari.

The sleepiness began to hit. He returned the notebook, no longer considering it important. Across from him, Abrizar sat leaning under the window. His hand was busy playing the phone, tracking Aifka's whereabouts and her belongings.

The plane that was robbed seemed to have landed around Kagoshima. They haven't unloaded the cargo. Abrizar also began to burn out after a ten-hour flight without rest. He decided to carry out the mission later tonight. Now, he just wanted to close his heavy eyes.

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Note :

Below are Sanubari's favorite kanji that are said to be like satay :

How to write Shiragami Anki :