YOUR SALAM IS MY DOWER

Nausea 1

 

I looked at the two names written on the white paper given by Imam Mehmet to me last time,

 

these two names are people who have just converted to Islam, they call them converts.

I began to work out a schedule to meet with these converts,

the first is Hasan degar . he is one of the lecturers of campus xx which is not too far from where I teach, about 25 minutes I have been able to get there, he said,

I just happened to have sent you an email and a short message to meet.

the reply message I received from hasan degar was, he wants to meet me on Thursday, tomorrow the day after.

this meeting with the converts is very much awaited because there are so many questions that I will ask them later when I meet.

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Thursday 20 October

This morning I was ready in a maroon shirt and old ashu2 pants with my black shoes wrapped around my feet perfectly.

I used my car to go to campus xx , the road this morning was quite quiet because it was still classified as morning at 07.45

I happen to have no courses to be able to, so I was able to meet Hasan degar directly.

25 Minutes of my journey, now I have reached the campus area xx, green campus building and cream dominates all students who are seen pacing back and forth to each other's classes.

after I parked my car, I headed to the 3rd floor of campus xx where hasan degar was, inside the elevator I pressed the 3rd button..

ting.not long time elevator door open.

I came out and my eyes were wandering around looking for room 307.

after a while, I finally stopped at a dark brown wooden door,

I knock on the door slowly.

clearly visible no 307 reads Prof.Hasan Degar at the top of the door.

"Cekreeeekk,

it appears that a middle-aged 2-year-old man around the age of 40 wearing a black suit with black pants, firm and sharp eyes staring at me

" Good morning, prof, my hand as I thrust out my hand,

my greeting was returned and he shook my hand, then told me to go into his room,.

the feel of the room is cream-colored, there is a book cabinet, one work desk

and a small living room using a brown sofa that adorns the room.

" Please sit down prof Aras,

you are the youngest lecturer, and I am very happy that you want to learn Islam.The words of prof hasan are still loud but soft sounding friendly in my ears

I smiled to see him who was middle-aged but still had a high spirit in teaching on campus.

" Have you eaten Prof Aras, he asked again?

" Not prof, I replied casually,

I deliberately came in the morning so that the streets would not be jammed, and not disturb the schedule of prof Hasan teaching..

" good then..

how about we chat in the campus cafeteria, can all drink coffee, can,.

a very difficult offer I refused.

" okay Prof, I agree.

 

We also went down to the ground floor of the campus using an elevator, to the campus cafeteria. after we took a seat in the corner to be more free to tell stories. previously we ordered 2 cups of coffee and snacks to accompany our chat.