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Determinedly

And how sorry he was for lowering the standard turned out to be a humiliation. Her common sense led her to be disappointed in Kirana. Disappointed because he felt he could feel the way of life kirana. He could not imagine how the life of Princess Pak Dubes was while studying in France. How many Caucasian and non-bule men kissed her lips. And he was offered to be the man he was kissing. This was clearly contrary to what he had been guarding all along. The sanctity. The sanctity of the body, the sanctity of the soul, the purity of the heart, the purity of intention, the purity of the mind, the sanctity of life and the sanctity of death.

I don't know why he suddenly felt guilty. He felt sinful and disgusted at himself who was so fragile, easily deceived by the deceptive outward appearance. He is disgusted at himself that he feels is too fluid on the opposite sex that is not halal for him. He wondered for himself why his identity seemed to fade when facing or adjacent to Kirana. Has it been so weak in faith that the beauty of jasadi has so easily bewitched her. He was whispering - tighfar in his heart. Many times he asked for forgiveness from the One who controlled his heart.

Bryan lamented his error and scolded himself. In his heart he swore he would take more care of himself, and such a blasphemous thing should never happen again. He also vowed to immediately find people who were no less great than Kirana, but veiled closely, pious, able to speak Arabic and speak English fluently. If you have to, the girl has to be this town guy, it's okay. What is clear is his humiliation must be destroyed.

He must rediscover his honor as a self-respecting Bryan. Although the people of country X in this country know him only as a cook or seller of tempe, but self-esteem and purity of self should not be underestimated by anyone. He was sure to have a wife more beautiful than Kirana, and better than her. He's sure. That's determination. He repeated that determination in his heart. He knits with prayer. He brought that determination into his sleep. Into his dream. And into his subconscious.

Briya. woke up twenty minutes before dawn. He still has a chance to shove and brush his teeth. After that he took the water. He remembered the prayer of the Witir. It's perfect for Witir three rakaat. After the prayer he took the time to call - called his mother and sister - his sister in reasonable. Azan Fajr mumanda. He rose to open the curtains of his room. The main street of Alexandria is still empty. Only one or two cars were running. A thin, flat mist enveloped the building. The window glass slightly condenses. The air outside means cold.

Alexandria is entering the season. The transition from winter to spring. The remains of winter are still felt. When dawn arrived the air was still shaking the cold. In such conditions wrapping the body in bed with the warmth of a thick mut feels very comfortable. More comfortable than getting up to the mosque.

Hayya alash shalaah. Hayya alash shalaah. Hayya 'alal falaah.

Hayya 'alal falaah.

Ash shalaatu khairun. Ash shataatu khairun.

Azaan's voice echoed, bouncing from building to building. Infiltrating into the houses evokes a deep soul. The voice was loud as a seagull, flying into the middle of the sea. And season the sea with love. Pray better and sleep. Prayer is better than sleep .

Allahu akbar Allahu akbar.

Laa ilaaha.

The holy voice moved softly and quickly. Greet nature. Greeting sand - sand on the beach. Greeting pebbles - gravel. Greeting asphalt. Greeting the date trees. Greeting dew - dew. Greet the waves that are rushing. Greet ge-mumpang who goes up and down. Greeting the soft mist. Greeting air. Greeting, universe. Greeting anything. Everybody answered. All praying. Everything is sanctifying - and glorifying the asthma of God. All were filthy except the one who remained asleep.

As if accompanying the takbir of nature in the morning, Bryan's lips quivered saying takbir answer azan. He quietly stepped both feet away from the hotel which was still empty. Arriving at the mosque he found Mr. Ali who was prostrating in the front shaf. Bryan Salat Tahiyatul Mosque. The Qabliyah dawn. While waiting for the priest to stand in the mihrab - his he repeated - repeated the prayer of the Prophet Jonah. The prayer that saved Jonah from the darkness in the belly of the fish. Prayer that can bring down the love of God. Prayer can bring about miracles. Delicious prayers are chanted and feel cool in the heart and mind.

Subhanaka inni kuntu.

People have arrived. There are twenty people. A half-aged man with a beard who had partially whitened, advanced forward. Prayer Subuh was established. The priest read An Najm's letter. Briyan dissolves in the seduction. The man who prayed on his right side cried. The priest's reading touched the feeling. Moreover, people here usually understand the meaning of the holy verses of the Quran recited.

Bryan himself drifted in the beauty of verse by verse that the priest read. His heart and mind were caught up in a deep tadabbur. He felt as if the Lord who sent down the Quran was telling him how the Messenger received the revelation that was sent down.

By the stars when they set.

Your friend (Muhammad) is neither heretical nor wrong.

And this is not what he said (The Quran) according to his will.

His words are nothing but revealed revelation (to him).

Which was taught to him by a very powerful (Jibril).

Who has an intelligent mind; and (Jibril) appears in the original form.

It is as if he entered into the prophetic age. It was as if he had participated in witnessing the Prophet receiving the holy verses of the Quran. It was as if he heard the voice of Jibril dictating the Quran, until the Prophet memorized it without hesitation. It was as if he had heard how the Prophet. Teach the Quran to his best friend who is thirsty for wisdom and knowledge.

Verse by verse read the priest. The person on his right side continued to be as excited. His mind and heart are still dissolved in tadabbur and seduction. An Najm's letter gave him goosebumps when outlining what Islam was for. For the sake of human happiness and the Islamic universe is poured. God sent him down with all his love and compassion. There is not the slightest desire of God to take advantage of His creatures. God who holds the heavens and the earth and their contents needs none of His creatures. It is precisely the Being that needs God, the Lord of the Rich and the Most Merciful. God gave His creatures vast freedom to choose to do good or evil. Each has its own reply. Be fair. There is no injustice. Everyone knows what he sows.

To Allah belongs whatever is in the heavens and what is on the earth. He rewards those who have done evil for what they have done. And recompense those who do good with a better reward.