WHEN I MISS PRAYER

Episode 1 - Meeting

The Islamic Ukhuwah is the principle of faith

a muslim and a muslim. The Islamic Ukhuwah is a blessed power

by Allah to His faithful servant who fosters compassion ,

trust each other with his brother. With the blessing will arise

mutual care, mutual help, do not oppress and take care of each other

the honor of others arising solely because of Allah SWT.

“And hold fast with the rope of Allah and

do not be divided, and remember Allah's favor upon you

all when you are hostile, He (God) tames the

be careful of you then you become brothers.” (QS. Ali Imran [3]: 103)

** - Meeting-**

Asma Fitriyah Hasanah. She was a beautiful girl, filled with kindness, cheerfulness and a gentle demeanor that enveloped her. She is a girl like a coolant for the people around her. Her age of 22 has made her a mature, independent and intelligent girl. His current activity is teaching at RAI (Rumah Anak Islami) which was established by Orphanage Kasih Bunda specifically to educate street children. Every Month He gathers street children for the continuity of the establishment of RAI. In addition to teaching, he also participated in the Qur’an Memorandum Program, at LTQ (Tahfidzul Qur’an Institution) founded by Ustadz Muzzamil. Located 3km from his home. A satisfaction of being a useful self for those around him.

His teaching hours were completed at 12 pm, after the dzuhur prayer berjama’ah. But today Asma is coming home longer than ever, as she has to complete her task of inputting children's data in her study. Accompanied by friends and also some administrators who are also still busy with their respective tasks. Mother Hj. Lidya, is the founding chairman of RAI assisted by her husband, Mr. H. Salim Abdullah's. Asthma is known as a responsible person and good at work. Ibu Hajah Lidya or often called Ummi by Asma, is very fond of Asthma because of her perseverance and tenderness. Upon completion, Asma said goodbye to Umm Lidya while putting her things in her bag and shaking hands with Umm Lidya. After returning from RAI, Asma immediately drove his motorbike to the Ar Rohman mosque not far from his home. Friends have gathered and are waiting for him to talk about this year's Ramadan Program.

The condition of the road at that time did look lonely, not too many riders passing by. Sunlight is also not so hot to touch the skin. Too focused straight forward view without paying attention to his right and left, in the middle of the journey he got a disaster that befell him and his bike. The bike was hit by a rider who came out of the corner on the left side of the road. He fell, his palm and fingers of his right hand were injured. Chest feels tight from shock, the beat gets louder. Asthma immediately held onto her injured hand to endure the pain. A man who accidentally nudged an Asthma motor also fell, but his condition was not as bad as an injured Asthma. The man left his motorbike still lying on the road and approached Astma who was hit by a motorbike. Some people on the side of the road also approached and helped.

“ngga. Let's treat it yourself.”Sahut Asthma.

“fear infection. Let me intercede, just consider it my responsibility because it makes you wretched.” Said the man.

“already mba, nothing treated only. Just bring the mas, there is a clinic near here.” Say one citizen, man.

“iya neng's. The motorbike to be parked here, neng is as mas this to the clinic first.” Connect the mother of the food seller at that place.

Asthma only shakes her head as a sign of approval. The young man got ready with his bike. Asthma sat behind the young man until he reached the clinic.

The hour hand starts showing at half-three in the afternoon. Ihsan and friends have been waiting for the presence of Asthma. Ihsan was worried. The feeling is not good, like indicating something happened to Asthma. Asma was still lying with the handlers of the nurses who were cleaning her wounds. Pain was painted on Asthma's face which occasionally frowned and closed her eyes. The young man who was standing not far from where Asthma was lying, felt very worried. His chest felt sore as if he had felt it, his heart continued to beg for forgiveness. Not long after finishing dressing the wound, Astma and the young man walked out of the room. His four fingers were tightly wrapped in bandages, showing only the nails on his three fingers. Asthma continued to watch her thick, white-cloth hand. The young man still stood beside Asthma and watched Asthma's bandaged hand.

“once again, I apologize.” Said the young man who felt guilty seeing the sadness on Asthma's face.

“ngga nothing, god willing his wound quickly healed.” Sahut Asma with a smile of hospitality.

“this remedy and the perbanya is inside.” Said the young man while giving a white plastic bag containing bandages and a packet of medicine for Asthma.

“terthank.” Asthma Vocabulary.

“mmhh .. This is my business card. If the wound has not healed or something else happens, can contact me” He said again while giving a business card to Asma.

Asma only replied with a smile and received a business card that read “Abdullah Asyam” as well as his office phone number and personal number that can be contacted.

seriate....