Writing a Story on Earth
CHAPTER 29
Only through writing did I speak in my mind, Fatimah the one who was always in my do'a every second and moment, every five times in my prayer and in the third of my night.
I always wake up at half-time three in the morning to perform tahajud prayers. I always tell you, O God, what I feel.
You're the place to tell stories, the place I surrender to what happens in my life story.
Nothing else is not, only you are all, who can change everything, sick to be healthy, sad to be happy and vice versa with your permission, O God.
Give health and lift all diseases in the body of his heart and mind, give peace, peace, happiness to my loved ones, what I always say in every do'a-do'a that I offer you, O Allah.
Establish faith and Islam, guide it always in your path, be patient in every ordeal you give it, O Allah.
Cultivate patience, sincerity, happiness in his heart, to go through his days with a smile full of laughter in his life.
O Allah, let me make him happy until the end of the separation between us.
Give us long life and health to carry out every command from you, O God. To perfect our Islam, O God.
As Ali loved Fatimah, it was not something I planned, but with your permission we were found. I only found happiness with him, when I heard that his smile and his laugh made me happy, hearing a voice that made me want to meet and I was sad when he was not there to accompany me in my day and night.
Fatimah is a tomboyish yet adorable girl who is able to steal my heart, with long black hair making anyone who sees her will be mesmerized, but the tomboyish girl did not lose her crush with Ali who was saying do'a in the third of the night.
No other than not, Fatimah was apparently the same, wearing a pink cloth, because it was her favorite color, which was named mukena.
Sitting on the prayer mat facing the Qibla appointed by Allah subhanahuataala, Fatah raised his hands like Ali, offering a prayer for the deed in his heart, which Fatimah almost offered every day, in like three nights and in five times.
O God, the servant loves and loves him as much as a wife loves her husband. It's just that the servant does not know the situation there, to you O Allah I entrust Fatimah protect him, O Allah, give peace in his heart and mind. to the crickets who always sing in this dark and cold night, give a song of tranquility that brings happiness to Fatimah.
I send this longing to Fatimah, O Allah, as I love and love Fatimah, always protecting her in my silence.
When I heard Fatimah's voice so hoarse and heavy in her voice, staring at Fatimah in a cell phone, her eyes were sad, a drop of tears came out of her eyes that made me worry half to death thinking about it.
Only the word do'a can I say to him, and always encouraging.
The spirit of Fatimah, Fatimah is strong for Ali who always longs in silence.
I will promise, love you to death, and if I am destined to be together, I hope because of the riddhonya.
I will be yours, love you wholeheartedly, without a word of separation, forever together, until the death that divides between the two of us.
Honey I hope the sincerity you give me, the love you give me, the affection you give me, is not like the rain, because I know. As hard as the rain, it will still subside.
Fatimah I hope you love me because of Allah subhanahuataala, who will never leave his servant.
Fatimah I hope your love is like that, loving Ali because Allah is subhanahuataala, not because of anything.
May the grace and blessings of Allah be with you Fatimah in your days, as well as myself. May the grace and blessing be with me too.
May the grace and blessing color the days of all my friends, who read every one of my writings from beginning to end.
From chapter 1 to chapter 29.
Thank you for always supporting and encouraging me.
Amiinn, God
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