The Pursuit of Fatimah Love

Hospital

Thursday night routine classes begin. Ustad Mansyur as a filler began to go to the place provided by the event committee.

"Assalamualaikum waroh matulohi wabarakaktuh" he said in a soft and soothing voice.

 "Waalaikumsalam waroh matulohi wabarokatuh" compact all worshippers in the mosque replied, including Al who participated to donate his voice. This is probably the first greeting he said as an adult. Fortunately, he remembered his words.

All the worshippers seemed to be sitting neatly both women and men. Form a row without instructions in accordance with its non-muhrim. There are some mothers who lean on the pillars of the mosque to find the most comfortable position. There were also some teenagers who sat in the front row and some small children who seemed to play prayer beads in his hands.

Calm.

That was how Al felt, countless of how long he did not set foot in a shady place like this. A place full of grace and help from the creator. He fell down, even before the lecture began. There was a part in the space of his heart that felt swayed.

"The theme of this morning's study is the soul mate"

The life partner is one of the sustenance and secrets of Allah SWT for his people. The soul mate is a provision that has been set by God and written in lauful mafhfuz.

Although it has been determined by God, in the process the search for a mate must go through effort and effort. Taaruf or in ancient times more familiarly referred to as matchmaking is one of the media to pick up a mate.

In Surah An-nur verse 26 it is explained that vile women are for vile men, and vile men are for vile men (after all), and a good woman to be for a good man. 

Degs...

Fatimah, who had been bowed in the side row with her Bulek, began to raise her head. His heart was touched by the message conveyed in this study.

What am I supposed to worry about? what am I doubting about a soul mate. Is not the promise of God certain. As good as I am, until the thought of the man who will be betrothed to me does not deserve to be with me. I am far from perfect myself.

Ducking...

Fatimah, looking down with the fingers squeezing fretfully. Feeling guilty has just escaped from the matchmaking that his parents agreed.

If the soul is a mirror of us. Does the woman I'm going to marry have an attitude as despicable as myself? so what can we achieve if we are both despicable and poor in religious knowledge.

Al, down lethargic. His heart is troubled and worried. Just the first time following the study has been made moody.

After the lecture ended, all worshipers one by one began to leave the mosque leaving young people who helped each other clean up the rest of the event.

"What are you doing Man?" al asked, when he saw the man who was just a few hours ago became his friend.

"What are you blind about? already know this clean with a question again" replied Lukman, a little furious.

"I mean Man?"

"Yes, like a banana tree that only has a heart but no heart, already know the young are all cleaning, instead of helping to keep quiet instead of just being like a thief" Omel Lukman, who is still in the air, now the fat man began to arrange the carpet and fold it neatly.

Meanwhile, Al, the man received a broom given by Lukman. This was the first time Al held a broom in his life, he had no idea how to use it. Al, chose to drag the broom and carry it in all directions.

Princess area. The man is forbidden to enter.

A large text hangs on the right side of the mosque. Al's forehead, crinkling when reading the rules.

There must be a lot of girls there. I have to go there!

Fizz Al, in the heart. He stepped quite calmly by dragging a broom in his hand.

Al's eyes, fixed on some young women who were washing glasses. They seem to be joking and helping each other. Some rinsing and some drying the glass. Some of them also arrange glasses and dishes in a special storage rack.

"Al, you do it there" cried Lukman, wanting to stop his friend.

Al remained silent, ignoring Lukman's call. Lukman, who felt neglected, chose to follow his friend.

"This is a blessing from God" said Lukman, as he stood next to Al and watched the young women washing their glasses.

"Well, are you here?"

"I was enjoying the beautiful scenery, the wonderful creation of God" the Word smiled knotfully, his eyes hypnotized at the sight before his eyes.

"Fatimah, masyaallah" sis Lukman degan quietly.

"Fatimah? does that sound so beautiful? where's she?"

"Look, there it is"

"Which one?"

"Wear a black hijab"

Degs.....