The Journey of Love Shofia

The Pesantren

🌱The word of the pesantren is a sacred prison, but to me it is more like a place of cleansing of the soul, a place of true peace. 🌱

"Have you arrived?" shofia asked her father who was sitting behind the wheel. His father stretched his muscles after 6 hours of driving his car. The beautiful girl blinked her newly awakened eyes.

"It has. But before going to Ndalem we pray first in Masjid Al-Huda. Wake your mother and Zakia up" said Mirza, Shofia's father, before exiting the car with his black peci.

Shofia wakes up her mother and sister. Shofia immediately took out her third prayer equipment and followed her father who was already in the courtyard of the mosque.

After taking the water, Shofia and her family immediately entered the mosque to rest while waiting for the dawn time to arrive.

Shofia's eyes opened wide when she heard the voice of a man reciting the tarkhim. The sound was so melodious that it was able to make the sleepy eyes of Shofia open wide. Shofia was used to listening to the sound of tarkhim, but this time she was so fond of the beautiful chant.

"Sir, it looks like the sound of santri here is good huh?" the voice of Zakia, his younger brother who was 3 years under him.

"Maybe." replied Shofia while trying to live the tarkhim chant.

After the tarkhim finished the sound of Adzanpun was heard. His voice was no less beautiful than the sound of the tarkhim earlier, and it seemed like the person who chanted it was the same. The disciples began to arrive for dawn prayers.

After the completion of the prayer they followed the morning lecture which was guided directly by Abah. The name for kiyai who leads the boarding school.

When out the mosque the atmosphere outside is already bright because the sun has shown its form. The street lights have also been turned off

The students have started busy starting their own activities. Some are preparing to go to school and campus because the cottage is implementing a blend of salaf and modern.

In this day and age, being good at religion must be balanced with general knowledge. Therefore pesantren caregivers build educational facilities ranging from PAUD to University in the cottage environment.

After saying his greetings and hearing his reply, Mirza invited her family to enter. There is a middle-aged man who uses white cocoa clothes, sarongs and black peci. He is Abah Muhamma Anwar Fuadi, or commonly called Abah. He was the one who led the Miftahul Huda boarding school.

"Let's sit down. " said Abah politely.

"Look, we're here to leave our pitri Shofia Lathifunnisa."Mirza took a breath. "We hope here Shofia can gain knowledge that is beneficial to his life, both for himself and his environment."

Mirza sighed. He realized that life in the present day is different from the past. There used to be nothing strange, if now all-round and modern.

Moreover, the association of children today that sometimes makes my parents lose their lives. Mirzapun undeniably afraid of his son falling into the wrong association if not given a qualified religious knowledge. Not that he does not believe in his son, but to take care of himself is not wrong...

After Mirza finished her sentence, she accepted the responsibility of caring for and educating Shofia during her stay in the boarding school.

"Thank you Abah. If the wayward Shofia is being picked up is fine too" Mirza said smilingly as she glanced at Shofia. Which glimpsed even pouted.

'Emang I'm a little boy what.' Inner Shofia.

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Hi, pretty and handsome author brothers. Sorry if the words are confusing. This is my first novel, please understand and hopefully it can be an entertaining read... ☺

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