The Pursuit of Fatimah Love

I will pursue your love in a good and lawful way

Al-ikhsan Mosque which is commonly used to hold regular lectures on Friday night is indeed large, thus it can accommodate many worshipers there. Al and Lukman walked together to the prayer place where the son was about to clean the carpet there. Do not forget the broom is still in Al's grasp. His eyes are still busy lurking every inch of ornaments in this mosque. It felt completely different to when he was on the streets. The cold and tranquility burst into his heart.

He who had not set foot in the mosque for a long time felt contemptible. I don't know how long his legs have not been used to walk to the temple. Al, even forgot when he last prayed. His life has been wild all along. The frenetic world with all its charms has brought him late and far from the Power. Moreover, the two parents who have never guided or just told him to worship make Al, further away from the creator.

Fatimah.

Fatimah, the woman managed to make Al's heart turbulent to arrive at a place like this. Perhaps his intention is still wrong to want to pursue the love of his servant. But who would have thought Al's heart, also touched to know the creator more deeply.

He was silent for a long time in his daydream, imagining the many sins that were lodged in his body at this time.

Some of the santri men, some swept the front yard, some rolled up the cable and put it in place. Al began to fold and arrange the carpet in front of him. This was the first rough job he did, but somehow he felt so happy. Either because of Fatimah or because she found a speck of tranquility in her heart.

"Stop Man!" he said when he wanted to put the carpet to the warehouse on the east side of the mosque.

"What's wrong?" asked Lukman, who looked astonished. He stopped his steps and put the carpet back on the floor.

Being quiet...

Instead of answering Al, prefer to be quiet and staring at the interaction that occurs in people who are talking in front of the warehouse.

"Al, what's wrong with you? how is your face like that?"

"Huh" Al, waver when Lukman's big hand nudged his arm. He let out a long, heavy sigh as if some pain was stirring his heart. Al, just sitting on the floor dropped the carpet in his hand.

"Who is Man?" tanya Al, looking at a man who was facing Fatimah, seemed from outside the man was talking casually with Bulek Aminah and Fatimah.

"Which one?"

"That" pointed at Al, clarifying his question.

"That's Azam son of Bu Rahmi, he also helped teach teaching here" Lukman explained casually.

"You Man, what good is Miss Rahmi's son? until he can talk to Fatimah?" al asked, he glanced at Azam and shortened his chest.

"Well, what kind of question is Al?" Lukman smiled crisply.

"I'm asking seriously Man!" Al, staring at his interlocutor intimidatingly makes Lukman inevitably answer the question of his magical friend,

"As a man and have known him for a long time. I am personally amazed by the charm of Azam. His face was radiant as if emitting a positive aura, I'm sure it must have been because of the daily washing of ablution water that soaked his face"

"Even, if you want to be radiant yes just use skincare, it's just a bother. If there is still less to the beauty clinic, still less? just stay this oplas aja kok bothered" jawan Al, so lightly. I don't know why he really can't filter his sadistic mouth.

Hmmmm

"You know day and night Man? you know how sweet and bitter it tastes?" al asked, staring at his interlocutor with emphasis.

"If you know, that is how God created his servant. He wanted the world to be full of color, so I was present to enliven as a people like this" Al held his clothes and coffee, as if he was showing it to Lukman, if he is not a perfect man.

 "Western Javanese proverb, I was created as *develop'e doneo *(flower of the world)"

"As far as you are Al, talking to you for a long time is enough to make my head migraine!" Lukman chose to agree and agree to every statement that Al expressed. Arguing with Al, will not make him win even though he has brought arguments. Lukman chose to drag the carpet himself and bring it to the warehouse.

"Man, wait. I'm not done talking. What do you think Azam, Bulik Aminah and Fatimah are talking about there?"

"You think I'm a satellite, which can scout and capture every move and utterance!" Lukman looked even more at Al. Not even one day they befriend Al has made him confused with millions of statements.

"But I think they're talking about matchmaking"

"Well! the matchmaking? who will be betrothed?" instantly Al, following Lukman's move quickly.

"Yes, of course, it was Fatimah and Azam. Who else? they're your sidekick!"

"A shirqufu? some kind of food or drink? how did I just hear his name? what is traditional snacking?"

"Al, please!. Duh Gusti what wrong servant should meet with human specifications of Dajjal like this" whine Lukman lamented his fate.

"Man, I really don't know, if you talk please don't use terms outside of BMKG predictions, my vocabulary dictionary of tissue-thin Islamic terms that are being divided into ten pieces" al replied frustrated, because he really did not understand what Lukman said. Now he realized that he was really a devotee of religious science.

Listen, my friend Al.

Based on the book I've read. According to the Shafi'i sekufu school, it is equivalent in four respects. Namely the equivalence of nasab, religion, social strata (independent or slave) and work. Broadly speaking the scholars emphasize on the similarity of religion and the quality of religion.

Allah SWT said, and among the signs of His power is that he created for you wives of your own kind, so that you may feel at ease and at peace with him, And made Him between love and affection. Verily in this are signs for the people who think (QS" Ae-Rum (21).

"Hows it? do you understand?"

As before this miraculous disciple would shake his head slowly, he was trying to digest every word Lukman was explaining.

"For such an easy example, Al, Fatimah, and Azam are two people who are as close as possible. If you look at Nazab. Both are of religious descent. If in view of their knowledge they are equally qualified in Islam"

"If so what about the story of Muhammad who married Siti Khadijah? whether they can be said sekufu their status at that time is different. Widows and virgins?"