Islam Learning Fasting
55. Hijaiyah

🌺Let's Learn to Know Hijaiyah🌺 Letters

: Alif ⁇ : Ba ⁇ : Ta ⁇ : tha ⁇ : jim

⁇ : spare ⁇ : spare ⁇ : dal ⁇ : dzal  :ro

⁇ : zay, zayy or za ⁇ : sin ⁇ : shod

⁇ : dhod ⁇ : tho. ⁇ : spare part : other ⁇ : ghoin

⁇ ⁇ : qof ⁇ : kaf ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ : mim

⁇ : nun ⁇ : ha ⁇ : waw ⁇ : yes

⁇ : hamzah ,Hit , :r

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Islam sitting in front of Sarifuddin who looks to be putting the iqro book on a pillow makes Islam can only silently stare at the aura of Sarifuddin's face that looks different, rather terrible.

"Oh wait a minute!" he said then he rose up to make Islam look up to where Sarifuddin went.

Sarifuddin grabbed a plastic ruler from his closet drawer and then sat back down to make Islam frown in confusion.

"What's the ruler doing?" ask Islam.

"Be careful."

Islam nodded its mark of understanding without suspicion.

"Now we start," he said and then opened the iqro to make both eyes of Islam narrowed.

For Islam it feels like there is a glow of sparkle that is seen when the iqro was first opened, well this is how people who are not good at teaching.

Islam stared at the entire hijaiyah writing that made his childhood memories come back to mind. Islam remembers very well when Akbar and Umi taught him to know the letter hijaiyah.

A small family full of love. For a moment Islam felt that he was the most beloved child but that feeling disappeared after Akbar went to serve in the pesantren and rarely returned home.

Plaques

Islam gasped in shock with eyes glaring at him when Sarifuddin hit a pillow with a plastic ruler.

"Lo why the hell? Just startle," the thing is.

"Hust!" Sarifuddin put his index finger in front of the lips of Islam made Islam speechless with a face of confusion.

What happened to Sarifuddin?

"As long as I teach Islam, call me Ustad!"

Islam gawking.

"Lo crazy," he said.

Plaques

Islam gasped in shock when Sarifuddin again hit the surface of the pillow that Sarifuddin always used to sleep.

"Lo why the hell?" unfortunately, he is still confused.

"At this time, I Sarifuddin has officially become a teacher of Islam and that means Islam has become a student for me" he explained while touching his chest.

"Lo crazy," he said.

Both eyes of Sarifuddin glared making Islam surprised instead of playing. Sarifuddin moved the plastic ruler towards the cheek of Islam making Islam quickly avoid making Islam can feel if his hair has been slapped by the plastic ruler.

Islam rose up and spread his hair with a face of shock. Sariffudin almost slapped him with a ruler!

"Din! Lo why?" ask Islam who is a little afraid.

"Call me Ustad Sarifuddin!" he was with a serious face.

The silent Islam folded his lips inwardly trying to hold back his laughter. It's funny this Sarifuddin.

Islam let go of his laughter hoping Sarifuddin to laugh but it was wrong, Sarifuddin instead floated the ruler to the surface of the arms of Islam.

"God! Brave lo-" the utterances of Islam came to a halt as he intended to rise from his seat but quickly Sarifuddin downed the head of Islam with a ruler making Islam inevitably have to sit back.

"Lo why the hell?" whispered.

"Call me ustad Sarifuddin!!!" the movement made Islam flinch.

How brave this guy is.

"I told you Bugis is hard" he said, lashing the plastic ruler into his palm.

"If I knew I was learning the same thing as Rahman," he said while stroking the iqro sheet to be wide open, understand this book is still new.

"What?!!" geretak Sarifuddin's.

"No!"

"If you want to be like ustad Rahman, please!" Point it at the closed door.

Islam blinks his lips and says, "Yes, that's it."

Islam rose from the bed while lifting iqro intend to step away but his steps stopped abruptly.

It's not good if he asks for help from a man who also likes Khadija. Where is self-esteem?

Islam turned to look at Sarifuddin who was glancing at him secretly and then pretended not to care.

"Gue is the same!" the breakup then stepped back closer to Sarifuddin and sitting in front of him made Sarifuddin smile.

"We're starting now?"

"Iya ustad Sarifuddin," answered Islam exactly like a child.

Sarifuddin smiled proudly to himself. Finally he can beat and scold Islam like this.

"Open back!" Point it at the closed iqro.

Islam obeys and opens it with origin...

Plaques

Islam was shocked and grimaced after Sarifuddin hit his finger with a ruler.

"Looooo... What's wrong with Sarifuddin?" asked Islam with his tone of voice that initially rose to become soft and forced to smile at Sarifuddin.

"First page!" Point at.

Islam nodded then opened the iqro sheet slowly and carefully as if this iqro would explode.

"Hurry!!!" his shout while hitting the arms of Islam with a ruler made Islam quickly open the first page.

"Traight of this?" Appoint Sarifuddin in hijaiyah © 0 .

"Yes justad," he replied as he nodded like a child.

"Thou?" ask Sarifuddin.

"Tau" he replied with a smile.

"One" answered the smiling Islam.

Plaques

Sarifuddin hit hard on the surface of the pillow making Islam jerked from his seat.

"Where's one?" Look at him with eyes that almost want to come out.

"Where?" ask Sarifuddin again.

Islam swallows its saliva by force and then moves its index finger toward the letter QL (Alif).

Plaques

Sarifuddin hit the fingers of Islam making Islam grimace and embrace his fingers.

"Lo that's teaching me or torturing me anyway?" he was upset with a face that wanted to cry.

"Same respect to Ustad!" his reproof.

Islam breathed a heavy sigh, only resigned that he could do.

"Yes, Mr. Sarifuddin."

"More!" the peech.

Both of them who were equally focused on staring at iqro suddenly turned to the left and right when the room's lighting lights had been turned off.

Islam smiled happily, it meant that his study hours were over.

Both eyes of Islam narrowed as the flashlight light dazzled his eyes. The smile of Islam vanished from his lips as he looked at the face of Sarifuddin who was illuminated by the flashlight.

"There's no reason to study" she whispered.

Islam poked his lips with fatigue. He thought he was going to sleep well tonight.

"Follow me!" pinta Sarifuddin then mentions one by one the letters of hijaiyah.

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Syuaib tidied up the folds of her scabbard so as not to sag as she patrolled to make sure that all the santri were asleep.

Shuaib's steps came to a halt as he heard the voice of the man who mentioned the hijaiyah and one man who was heard following. Several times he heard the sound of a ruler punch making Syuaib curiously peek at the window.

Shuaib smiled and then immediately ran, this must be known by Abah Habib if Islam learns to teach.

Sarifuddin stopped his reading as he heard the sound of quick steps like people running in front of his bedroom door.

"What's that sound?" ask Sarifuddin.

"Perhaps," answered Islam.

Sarifuddin was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Oh yes if I hear like a mouse" he replied.

Abah Habib's Room

"What's antum?" asked Abah Habib who did not believe after hearing what Shuaib said.

"Right haji kiyai sir, ana's not lying. Ana saw for herself that Islam who is learning to teach santri santri who always skewed it," he explained.

Abah Habib smiled then turned to look at Akbar who was tidying up some books on the shelf.

"Accad!"

Akbar.

"Islam learns to teach," he told.

Akbar just nodded making Abah Habib's smile disappear from his lips. Abah Habib looked at Shuaib who was still sitting in front of his desk.

"Abah's getting there!"

"Okay haji kiyai, sir" he answered and got up from his chair.

Abah Habib who had reached the exit stopped his steps and turned to look at Akbar.

"Antum won't go?"

"No" he answered.

Abah Habib sighed then immediately stepped following Shuaib who looked very excited.

Shuaib walked slowly like a thief when he was almost at the door of the room of Islam made Abah Habib look in wonder.

"Why-"

"Hust!" reprimand him while putting his index finger in front of his lips so that Abah Habib stopped talking in a loud tone.

"Why?" whispered Abah Habib.

"Later heard by Islam" he whispered, barely audible, making Abah Habib nod.

Syuaib is now walking and peeking in the window of the room as well as Abah Habib.

"That." Point at.

Abah Habib narrowed his eyes trying to look inside. He could hear the voice of Sarifuddin and Islam but he could not see it clearly.

"Where are Abah's glasses?"

"That." Show Shuaib to the glasses in Abah Habib's pocket.

Abah Habib laughed as he forgot that his glasses were in his pocket.

"Hust!" syuaib's reprimand made Abah Habib also put his index finger in front of his lips.

Abah Habib smiled after putting up his glasses and saw clearly Islam and Sarifuddin who was learning hijaiyah which only modelled on flashlight.

Plaques

Abah Habib gasped in shock as he watched with both eyes his head look at Sarifuddin who hit Islam, his favorite grandson with a ruler.

"Astagfirullah, he hit my grandson," he said in disbelief as he covered his gaping mouth.

"Hust!" tegur Syuaib then quickly pulled Abah Habib away from the window of the room of Islam and Sarifuddin.

Sarifuddin again stopped his mention of the hijaiyah after hearing a voice in front of his bedroom window.

"Why?" ask Islam.

"It seems like the rat is now good at talking" he replied and went back to teaching the tired Islam.

10 Minutes later...

Akbar smiled at Islam who was mentioning the hijaiyah silently behind the window.

Akbar rubbed his wet cheek, well he cried. It was sad to see his son prefer to learn to teach with others than his own Abi.

Akbar felt that he had failed to be a good Abi for Islam, he had failed. There is only hatred for him from Islam, not compassion.