You're Not the First

Muallaf

Twenty years ago there was a man with narrow eyes and white skin just finished performing the Dhuhur prayer at the Great Mosque which is in the area of the city square. His face was handsome with a medium posture neither too high nor too short.

He was walking to find a restaurant he had agreed to eat lunch with his colleagues. At that time Android phones did not exist so they could not share lock like we usually do today. At that time, Sony and Nokia phones were still a prima donna. The shape is still small and only with the camera feature only the person who wears it already looks good.

In those days, the wartel and the public telephone were still scattered everywhere. And home phones are like proof that people who have it can be categorized as rich.

After looking carefully at the left right turns out he only needs to cross. It is not too far from the mosque. There is writing in a large form so that people who see it from afar can easily read it.

PARADISE RESTAURANTS.

Then underneath there is a Chinese lettering that means the same and what attracts his attention is the halal label from MUI adorning the signboard with a very large logo.

At the entrance there is a board with a menu recommended today, kwetiau hokie.

The man only converted to Islam a few months ago but according to ustadz who guided him to Islam he does not need to be called a convert.

"Muallaf is a person who converted to Islam but his heart is not fully convinced. Maybe because of fear or for some other reason. Like the Quraysh who flocked to Islam during the Makkah fathu because they lost the war and feared being killed by the Muslims. Such people are called converts and deserve a share of zakat. People who convert to Islam because they want to marry a Muslim man or woman are also called converts.

During the Caliphate of Abu Bakr there were two leaders from Fazaroh and Tamim named Uyainah bin Hisan Al Fazari and

They faced Abu bakar Assiddiq ra. then they said, "We are converts. Since the time of Rosululloh we have received a share of zakat. Then it's time we took our share of zakat. Let you write down the decision to give us part of our zakat"

"Well because Rosululloh gave you a share of zakat then I will also give you a part of zakat." Said the Caliph.

Then Abu Bakr wrote a letter to the manager of the mall temple, Umar bin Khathab which read

'Please give these two their rations as given by Rosululloh'

At that time the part of the zakat of the convert was very much, camels, goats, flour in great quantities.

When they arrived at the mall temple office Umar bin Khattab was in the office and was given a letter from Caliph Abu bakr assiddiq to him.

"What's this?" Ask Umar as usual.

"Our share of the temple mall. Muallaf muallaf" They said.

Umar tore Abu bakr's letter until it became small.

The two were startled and asked, "Why is this, your caliph's letter is torn?"

"For the sake of Allah there is no more part for you. You are no longer converts. What kind of muallaf for years still claims to be a convert ? "

They were shocked to hear Umar's statement and Umar yelled at them even more loudly, "Go from before me!!!"

The two men left and returned to Abu Bakr to report.

"After I asked, is the caliph you or Umar?" Ask one of the two.

"Why indeed?" Abu bakr asked.

"We take your letter to Umar to ask for our share of zakat from the mall temple. He ripped your letter to pieces and then he kicked us out of there. So the caliph is you or Umar ?" Askthem.

Abu Bakr laughed and said, "Umar becomes caliph whenever he wants"

"If Umar had said so I would not have said anything else" Abu Bakr said steadily.

"So we don't get any more parts?"

"Well, how else? Umar has applied it" replied Abu Bakr.

So the convert is a person who converted to Islam and his heart is not 100 percent sure, there is still doubt in his heart so it must be persuaded, in the seducer, in the seduction, in love gifts and others so that his heart is steady and sure. If you're sure his name is no longer a convert but a Muslim."

And if there are people who convert to Islam with a steady heart and soul such people should not be called converts but they are immediately called Muslims because there is no doubt about him when saying shahadah.

This is roughly the explanation of the ustadz embedded in the subconscious Basuki.

"Excuse me..... Do you want to order now?" Said a restaurant official while serving welcome tea.

Basuki did not blink looking at the figure of an angel who was standing in front of him. Petite beautiful girl with white skin and narrow-eyed like herself. Her hair was braided with bangs covering part of her forehead. The girl wearing the pink apron commented with a smile and asked, "If you want a message, please call us".

He slightly lowered his head and left the table at the end of the restaurant.

"Mr?" Young Basuki frowned while holding his face. "Is my face that old until it has to be called father?" Said muttering.

Shortly after that, his colleagues arrived. Basuki was looking for the girl to order food but he never saw her again. Finally he called the staff to order food for himself and for his colleagues. They also began to talk about the relationship of cooperation between them, the vision of the mission of the two are also various possibilities that occur seeing the latest economic conditions.

They split up after the two agreed. They make another appointment to strengthen cooperation between them with the document of the agreement and the signer in front of the notary of each party.

Basuki who was still curious now ventured to enter the production section with the reason to join the restroom.

He was also invited by one of the officers to walk straight back to get to the toilet. Basuki walked slowly while his eyes were busy looking for the braided girl.

A fairly spacious kitchen with all the bustle of humans and the smell of typical Chinese food scattered there and Basuki observed it. Seeing them one by one looking for the petite little girl he meant.

He saw the girl standing next to him in the dishwasher. His hands deftly washed the fatty dishes.

Feeling that someone was looking at him and did not immediately move when everyone was busy he then turned his head.

" Search who?" Ask while his hands keep washing dishes that have been cleaned with soap and then put it elsewhere to dry immediately.

"Eh... Tha-that's. Look for you" Basuki shut his mouth because of the sneakiness.

"I mean I want to go to the toilet" Basuki said nervously.

"Ooh...it....!!!" The girl replied as her hands pointed towards the employee bathroom.

Basuki walked towards the toilet but his eyes could not escape the beautiful girl braided.

Bruck!!!!

Everyone turned towards the voice that sounded out loud. And saw a basuki fall in front of the toilet.

He hurriedly got up because he was embarrassed