YOUR SALAM IS MY DOWER

Gorgeous volunteer Adinka wiratama

I am still standing at bus queue stop 092 which will take me to the city of Bursa, to the mosque Diyarbakir .time has shown the time at 2 pm, rain and agin hit the Turkish city today. I was cold in the wind and rain that fell together .

Harini I have an agenda with Fatimah Muslims native to Turkey to teach the Qur'an to local Turkish children, since the last 2 months I deliberately volunteered to teach the Quran to the children, the Koran, although Turkey and Bursa are far away it almost takes 3 hours but I am happy to be able to teach them.

Time passed, when I got off the train and opened my umbrella and headed to the Diyarbakir mosque to pray ashar.

the light brown paint gate of the Diyarbakir mosque has been seen, I walked slowly because it was raining in Turkey to follow up to Bursa, Bursa,

Upon arriving at the entrance I was greeted by Fatimah, she saw me cold with one hand holding an umbrella and the other holding my arm holding an umbrella, well the skirt I was wearing was a little wet from the rain.

" Assalamualaikum Fatimah said I greeted her, she walked towards me and hugged me a flash, she said,

" Waalaikumsalam's...

you wet adinka? I was a little worried about him, he was from a long trip and remained so eager to volunteer to teach anak2 teaching at the Diyarbakir mosque.

come in and take my hand.

" Fatimah, allow me to pray ashar first, I told him.

" yeah adinka, but you don't want to change your clothes first, I happen to have a change of clothes inside,

" Do not answer me politely, this is not too wet fatimah, I said with a smile.

After I finished the Ashar prayer, I joined the local children and the fatimah and taught them to teach while chatting.An hour with them was always the most beautiful and pleasant moment, although my turkic language is very limited, fortunately there are fatimah who help me, a very different language makes these children difficult to pronounce some letters in the Qur'an.

" Adinka... Do you come from the campus of technical university istanbul (ITU) ?

we clean up the equipment because soon will azan magrib.

" Yes my reply, why Fatimah?

" there was a professor from ITU here, he was with prof Altan, visiting the Diyarbakir mosque, when our Quran class was from now on they are still here , in the imam's room .

maybe it'll be over soon because the azan magrib will arrive. "I pursed my forehead trying to figure out who the young professor from ITU came here.

" Is it possible to be prof Aras?

ah.foolish delusion (inner dinka).

Later we will also meet, come to the second floor to pray magrib, soon the azan will reverberate.

The three raka'at passed peacefully, and,

fatimah planned to take me to dinner first before coming home.

before heading to the restaurant, excuse me to go to the toilet first.

I went down the stairs to the ground floor toilet, when I just stepped on the first step I stopped for a moment to look at the figure of a tall man wearing a black suit.

I observed him, he went to the secretariat of the Indonesian Muslim family.

" Prof Aras, I was shocked

suddenly the figure turned to face me.

Our eyes met, for a second time felt stopped, the man in the black suit with the interior of the navy shirt was right prof Aras.

his eyes were sharp looking at me, then his face was dumbfounded as well it seemed very shocked to see me.

" Dinka, she smiled.

" What are you doing here, we said together.

I took a breath for a moment .

" i teach local children this mosque has been almost 2 months prof every weekend , ' he said ,

while prof Aras why are you here ?

I can't wait for the answer.

" i'm here with prof Altan,

I smiled calmly as I looked at her,

then I appointed prof Altan who was still talking to the imam of the mosque.

" i'm still confused by prof Aras' reply, and frowned."

" No need to think, you must not have eaten, come to dinner with me and Prof Altan as well,.