Tagged in Ikhtiar love

To Anna

The girl walked with a heart covered in love. Her heart is blossoming. That afternoon, Cairo he felt like never before. A cool spring, a friendly sun, and a smile from Professor Amani while giving him greetings and prayers of barakah. All painted a beautiful atmosphere that be-lum had felt before. He felt so in the grace and mercy of God for him.

He walks with a heart covered in love. Both her eyes were wet with tears and happy. It was not the first time she cried happily. He had some happy crying.

Once, as soon as his feet first stepped on the land of Egypt, he wept. Also when successfully graduated S.1 two years ago with the title of mumtaz, or summa cumlaude. She is the first student from Southeast Asia to achieve this feat. He also cried out in gratitude when he successfully passed the second year post-graduate examination. Graduated after passing a written exam and a heavy oral exam. In the oral exam he had to deal with four professors. Graduated also with the value of mumtaz, so that he did not submit a thesis title. At that moment he felt how close Allah 'Azza wa Jalla . How much God loved him. His prayers and efforts are always served by - His.

And today, she came back crying. Crying happily. His heart was filled with joy - extraordinary. His mind continues to glaze and mendahmid. His soul recites the gerimi Subhaana Rabbiyal a'la wa bihamdih. Subhaana Rabbiyal a'la wa bihamdih. Subhaana Rabbiyal a’1a... He berbasbih. His thesis proposal was immediately accepted without waiting a long time. It was only one month since his thesis proposal was submitted to Qism Diraasat 'Ulya.

He came back crying. He remembered his beloved brother's words,

"My son, how wonderful it would be if anything you met. Whatever you feel. Likes, sorrows, favors, calamities, anger, relief, disappointed, happy. Anything, my child. You can connect the afterlife with the end of the day. That way your heart will be very sensitive to receive the light of wisdom and guidance. Your heart will be soft and tender as soft as your name. And your conduct will also be orderly as your name!"

His face was like in front of his eyes. At that time he was confused with the intention of connecting the encountered and felt with the afterlife. Abah seemed to know of his confusion, so he immediately connected,

"Let's see, my son, if one day you're cursed by your mother, for example, look for the reason why you're cursed by your mother. Observe your feelings at that time, when you were cursed. Your mother was angry most likely because you made a mistake, which because of that mistake your mother was angry. And when you are cursed you must feel sadness, mixed with fear and also regret for your mistakes. That's what you met and felt, at that moment. Then live it really, and connect it to the afterlife. How it feels if the one who is angry with you is Allah. Wrath for your deeds that make Him angry. How you felt at that time. Can you bear it. If the wrathful one is your mother, you can apologize. Because you're still in the world. If in the afterlife can we apologize to God at that time? "

Her tears are melting again.

"Thank you Abah!" Sluggishly. The words of his brother were indeed very imprinted within him. Abah's words while trying to comfort him when he was cursed by his mother last year's holiday. He was cursed because he was engrossed in reading when asked by his mother - he peeled the mango of his nephew the Little Insham son of his eldest brother. At that time he only answered "Remember, sekedap''' and he was still concentrating on reading the book he just bought from Shopping Cent re Jogja. He did not pay attention to the knife and the mango that was put by my mother on his right side. While he continued to be engrossed in reading, the Little One was apparently impatient. Quietly he picked up a knife and tried to peel himself. As a result, the Little finger sliced, blood flowed from his finger and had to be rushed to the puskesmas. She was severely damaged by her mother, the book she read was burned by her mother.

At that moment he was really very sorry. He feels so dwarfed. The mistake seola h can not be redeemed, not forgiven - right. I feel like the most sinful person in the world. I never get angry when I read a book. But at that time he was very angry precisely because of his preoccupation with reading books.

Abah comforted him. Is that a wrathful mother, how-and if God is angry? And the next day, she had already smiled at him, had already forgotten all his mistakes. Little Inspiration like not feeling pain on his finger when he played with dismantling the stacking beams.

He kept walking. His legs crossed the highway and metro tracks that passed in front of Kulyyatul Banat. Sunlight is so bright and clear, unlike in summer or winter. Sometimes he rubbed his puffy eyes with his handkerchief.

Indeed, what makes him cry is not merely a sense of happiness because his thesis proposal was accepted in such a short time, he said, while there are students who have twice submitted a thesis proposal and have waited a year but have not been accepted. But what made him cry, because he remembered, that what he felt was only worldly happiness, not yet ukhrawi.

So happy he, when his efforts, hard work racked his brain, pontang - panting to perbus - laka Salah Kamil and IIIT Zamalek, opening and analyzing hundreds of references finally produced a soul-soothing result. So happy was his heart when congratulated by Professor Amani. True the saying goes, whoever plants, he knocks.

Only the thesis proposal was accepted, he was so happy. New congratulations from Professor Amani, he was so proud of his. The words of the great Master Ushul Fiqh whom the students loved so much still echoed in his soul :

"Happy Son, may your age be full of barakah, your knowledge useful. Keep learning and learning!" Her tears are melting again. He then said to himself "Lantas what it would be like when one day at the end of the day one knew his deeds were accepted by God. He received his charity record with his right hand. And receive the congratulations of Allah, of His Majesty, of the guardian angels of heaven, and of all the angels, of the prophets and of the righteous. When heaven is a place to live forever. What kind of happiness is there?"

He stepped. His eyes were wet, "Rabbana taqabbal minna innaka antas sami'ul 'aliim. Lord, accept our charity, for You are All-Hearing, All-Knowing. Descend in the heart, while living wholeheartedly that there is no higher achievement than being called upon - only pious charity by God and being reciprocated with pleasure - Him.

He continued to walk on the sidewalk in front of the building Muraqib Al Azhar, towards Abdur Rasul. He looked to the left, looking at the Muraqib building for a moment. It was in that building that his files at Al Azhar University were processed. It was in that building that he first came to know a fairly long line in Egypt. In the building he also met Wan Najibah Wan Ismail, a student from Kedah, Malaysia who is now one of his best friends. At that time he was also in line to register himself in Al Azhar.