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To Anna

For Al Azhar students and students, the Muraqib building or its official name Muraqabatul Bu'uts Al Islamiyyah must leave its own memories. For those who can charge the students then take care of the scholarship is also not separated from Muraqib. Even for those who do not get a scholarship from Al Azhar and want to apply for a scholarship to other institutions, also must get a certificate not to receive a scholarship from Muraqib. All educational institutions in the world who wish to equate their diplomas with Al Azhar diplomas must go through the process in Muraqib.

"The importance of Muraqib to Al Azhar is almost the same as a hand for humans" said Zuleyka, a student from Turkey, once to him when he met in front of Muraqib. Maybe that expression is too much. But Muraqib became part of the administrative center and bureaucracy that is very vital for Al Azhar.

As soon as he arrived at Tayaran Street he saw his watch. Eleven less than a quarter. He wants to get home soon, and announce his happiness to all his friends. Later after Zuhur prayer he will go to Daarut Tauzi’, buy some books and books. He has never been to this bookstore. Returning from Daarut Tauzi' after Ashar. And the Zahraza, a student from Kedah who is home with him does not have to bother cooking. After the Maghrib prayer, he wanted to invite people to a restaurant at the Palace, a restaurant owned by Thai students in the famous Rab'ah El Adawea area Tom Yam and his fried rice.

And when he came home from PaIace he would stop by ru mah Laila who became an agent of Malaysia Air Lines. He will book a return ticket to Indonesia with a two-week transit in Kuala Lumpur. Otherwise, he'll message Laila on the phone. He plans to conduct research in Malaysia for his thesis. So he felt he should leave this week. Because Wan Aina, a student from Selangor who lives with her, wants to return to Malaysia this week.

The youngest daughter of an important person in Malaysia came home for only two weeks to attend her brother's wedding. He thought he could be with Wan Aina while in Kuala Lumpur. So that the research for his thesis on "Sharia Insurance in Southeast Asia" will be easier. He plans to conduct research at the ISTAC - IIUM Library in Petaling Jaya, IIUM Library in Gombak, and Univers iti Kebangsaan Malaysia Library in Kajang. And Wan Aina's brother who was about to get married was a lecturer at IIUM. Wan Aina himself promised to accompany him during the research in Malaysia.

That was the plan that had been arranged in his head at this moment. Most importantly he had to immediately return home to the Fatherland while doing some serious research for his thesis. He wants to go home soon to share his longings, stories, and happiness with his beloved brother and mother.

As soon as crossing Tayaran Street his phone hand rang. There's an incoming SMS. He paused and saw the screen of his phone, from Mbak Zulfa, wife of Ustadz Mujab, who could still be taken apart by his cousin. Ustadz Mujab's paternal grandfather was also his elder brother. So between himself and Ustadz Mujab is still closely related to his blood. Open the message that came in :

"***. Wr. Wb. Anna, how is Istikharah? Is there any certainty? Ust TD. Vidy ngebel to Ust. Mujab, he said tomorrow he wanted a dolan. Maybe I'll ask you the result."

He was stunned for a moment, something he had almost forgotten, now asked. Indeed, it was three months ago he was told by Mbak Zulfa about the seriousness of Vidy who wanted to preach it. At that time he was concentrating on the test, so he considered the wind then. Moreover, Vidy was not the first to express seriousness to him. He has received it a dozen times. Whether through a third person like Vidy, or who is immediately blunt by phone, text, email, letter or delivered directly face to face. Everything was able to be completed well.

But the application from Furqan, Former Chairman of PPMI, and M.A. candidate from Cairo University, he felt somewhat different. It wasn't easy for him to say "no", like before. It's not easy to say "yes."

He found no reason to refuse. But also have not received the determination to accept it. His mind was still fixed on his thesis. But he also realized that time was running, and he was almost a quarter of a century old. It was time to build a household, perfecting half the religion.

He stepped up while putting his phone in his blue bag. The white veil that covered part of his blue sea robe was flying in the cool breeze of spring. He tried to bring a shadow of Vidy's face.

But spontaneously there is a rejecting and in his soul. It awakens, in pleasure, in spaciousness there is always a test. In every breath of the blood stream there is always a demon who wants to mislead. It is directly Istighfar and ta'awudz . He also realized that he was an ordinary man who had lust, not a holy angel who had no lust.

To be sure, the Prophet's circumcision must still be followed, and someday he must say "yes" or "no" to Vidy. Yes, someday it doesn't have to be this time. This spring he did not want to be bothered by anyone, including anything related to vidy.

Meanwhile, in other parts of Cairo, a white Fiat sedan was seen coming out of the courtyard of the Faculty of Darul Ulum, Cairo University. The sedan drove slowly on Sarwat Street then turned right onto Gami'at El Qahirah Street, then turned right across the Zoological Gardeen and continued to drive towards the Nile.

Shortly thereafter the white Fiat had been above El Gama'a Bridge, one of the main bridges of Cairo that ran gallantly over the Nile. Once in the area of El Manyal located in Geziret El Roda, the sedan turns right down Abdel Aziz Al Saud Street which runs along the banks of the Nile from the southern end of Geziret to the northern end. The Italian-made white sedan continued to drive to the north end, crossing the Cairo University Hospital. Just at the north end of Geziret, looks Meridien Hotel stands gallant.

The sedan continued to drive quietly until it entered the Meridien courtyard. Once it found the right spot in the parking lot, the sedan stopped. An Asian-faced young man came out from the sedan. He took out a backpack and a black tote bag. After locking the car he stepped towards the entrance of the hotel. Two young green-worn hotel waitresses with vests and dark green pants greeted her with a sweet smile. One of them offered to bring her bag, but she refused. The young man walked quietly through the hotel lobby towards the receptionist. Two receptionists with an aura of Egyptian beauty greeted her with a smile. One of them greeted,

"Good Afternoon, Sir. Can I help you? "

The young man replied with a smile and pointed at his passport. When giving up pasporn yes, he had read the names of the two receptionists. Dina and Suzan. Si Dina received the passport with a smile and wrote something on the computer. Before Dina said, the Youth had preceded him with a sentence in Arabic,

"Lau samahti and Anesa Dina "

"Na'am, "The receptionist named Dina looked surprised, "Hadratak bitakallim 'arabi? "

"Alhamdulillah, fiin Anesa Yasmin? Heya musy gaiya el yom?"

"Heya hategi bil leil, God willing."

Then he looked at the data on the computer. "Your room is 615, Mr. Vidy"

"If I could 919."

"I'll check first."