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Maulid event

Somewhere else... The man in minus glasses had just finished his tilawah. His hands slowly closed the mushaf then raised and smelled its surface for quite a while. Clear threads flowed slowly from the corners of his eyes.

After reading Joseph's letter, the man did indeed often glide. Either in the prayer section of the Prophet Jacob when his son disappeared, and also in the strong part of the faith of the Prophet Yusuf when he was in a state of just two in the room Siti Julaikah. While the two are truly desirous of each other.

Slowly, Ilyas leaned his head against the back of the chair. And staring at the ceiling of the room that looks yellow on the sidelines of the ceiling attached.

Given, his relationship with Mr. Sofian becomes not so good. He thought, is it wrong when he rejected Fatimah? Why not try to accept it. Love is a business lately. But, if it's not even good, will it worsen the relationship between him and the family Fatimah?"

"Astaghfirullah al'azim, yes, Yas. Don't think too much. It'll all just pass. Keep doing good, keep doing good." Ilyas muttered, trying to console himself with his own words. He also rose up, rushed to the place of the contest to rest.

Today was enough, he was grateful for what he went through. Thank yourself for being able to dispel laziness to move, and shout out to Allah SWT who has given him time to step foot on the face of the earth until now. Don't forget the sorry words he gave to everyone. Whatever it is, he just wants to practice sincere knowledge every time he wants to fall asleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Ilyas also closed his eyes, dispelling fatigue that had been plaguing the body and soul.

***

The day changed, this morning Ilyas had been in one of the cottages not so far from where he lived. Gathering with shale people to fill the day off is a way to boost his heart.

"Assynnya!" Ustadz Akhri said hello, Ilyas who was helping arrange the plastic chairs lined up in front of the stage.

"Hawalaikumsalam warahmatullah, Ustadz. MashaAllah." Ilyas shook his outstretched hand first.

"How are you, healthy?" The man who is currently holding one of his smallest children asked for news.

"Good, Ustadz. Thank goodness..." With a cheerful smile, Ilyas greeted the child in Ustadz Akhri's arms.

"Thank God, emmm... Yas. Would you like to ask for help?"

"Please, Ustadz. Ustadz want to ask what's it gonna do?"

"Look, I will ask for help to accompany Kyai Irsyad yes. Today my wife wants an operation."

"MashaAllah's. Na'am Ustad. No papa. inshaAllah, I can handle. Ustadz focus on the same wife. Hopefully, the operation goes well." Hearing he was given the task to accompany Kyai Irsyad certainly makes him excited.

"Aamiinu. Thanks a lot, Yas. Ask for his prayer.may my wife be healed again."

"Aamiin, definitely Ustadz."

"Then everything is done. I've left everything to the people appointed, including you. Later do according to each task. May Allah bless you and celebrate today. Until it's done well."

"Aamiin, Aamiin..."

"Yes already, Yas. I say goodbye first. Again thank you. sorry yes, should I stay."

The man in glasses breathed his breath. Concerned about his wife's situation. But also put good hope and good prayer for them. Again he did his job as best he could because the show would start about five hours from now.

Some time passed smoothly, until all preparations have been done. While waiting for Kyai who has not been present, the opening events were attended. The tabligh worshipers have also gathered and occupy the seats provided.

Until, from a distance. Seen the car that has been waiting for those who have the responsibility to accompany the figure of the ulama sepuh who are highly respected. Song of prayer was also given asking for the blessing of Prophet Muhammad for everyone.

When the car has stopped at the place recommended by the committee. Irsyad came out with his companion. One of them is a male figure he knows. Yes, Fatkhul Qulum.

"MashaAllah, Kyai..." Ilyas kissed Ustadz Irsyad's hand with reverence afterwards on Ulum. The two greeted each other warmly.

"We'll see you again..." Irsyad pointed at Ilyas.

"Hopefully mate, Kyai." Shameful Ilyas responded to the cheerful laughter of Ustadz Irsyad. "Let's get through here, Kyai."

"Thank you, Le." Irsyad walked side by side with Ulum, while Ilyas walked ahead directing Irsyad into the room to rest him, before going up on stage. Some of the worshippers who were standing reached out to each other. I wish I could shake hands with him.

After resting, there was a session where Ustadz Irsyad was the filler for Maulid studies at the Pondok pesantren Abdul Aziz. The man with his shady smile started picking up the mic, saying the bismillah and opening prayers.

"Jama'ah whom Allah hath honored. Because at this time, it coincides with the Maulid Prophet Muhammad. Let us share our heart with sincerity, expecting the love that is present to us for His Majesty Saw. For, the scholars say this. 'never die without bringing love to Rosulullah Saw.' It's pretty synchronous with one of the stories."

Ustadz Irshad circulated his views to the entire congregation under the stage.

"You know, right Abu Lahab?" Ask him who answers everyone there.

"True, an uncle of the Prophet was disobedient. Even his fate has been captured by Allah in the letter of Al Lahab. But there is one interesting thing. That is, Abu Lahab received leniency every Monday. So, every Monday he will be given a fresh drink through his fingers. Why could that be?"

People who are focused continue to listen to this interesting story. And await its continuation.

"So, at the time when Prophet Muhammad was born. Surely everyone especially relatives like his uncles. And one of those who was happy was Abu Lahab. All pilgrims need to know, so happy Abu Lahab when he knew Prophet Muhammad was born, He offered freedom to his slaves. Imagine...?"

Everyone there simultaneously muttered MashaAllah.

"So, that is what is waived for Abu Lahab every Monday. The day that Prophet Muhammad was born."

"MashaAllah." they murmured again.

"What silver? One scholar said that a Muslim who died with a clean heart brought great love to Rosulullah Saw. On the eve of his death, Rosulullah Saw will come and accompany him. Until he can survive until the first terminal of death, namely the barzah realm. May we all be one, the one who has the chance. Given sincere love for Prophet Muhammad from Allah SWT. Shalallaahu 'ala Muhammad..."

"Allahumma shalli wa sallim wa barik 'alaih!" The jama'ah. And sholawat dendang prophet was started after Kyai Irsyad started it.