Islam Learning Fasting
62. Seven

The boarding house now looks silent, no one is wandering. All of them have now been inside the mosque to carry out Islamic prayers which will be continued with tarawih prayers in congregation.

Islam rose from the floor and stood beside Sarifuddin who had just touched his shoulder as if telling Islam to rise from his seat.

"Well, we hear how Ustad Rahman recited the surah and how Ustad Rahman became an imam, maybe we can set an example" he suggested making Islam nod.

Now the prayer is carried out solemnly and this prayer as usually led by Rahman.

Islam is always listening and digesting what Rahman said. How he carried the surah with a soft tone of voice.

Can he be like Rahman?

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Islam stared at the book that Sarifuddin had written for him to memorize easily while lying down. There is nothing complicated here just Sarifuddin's writing that looks like a doctor's writing, difficult to guess.

"Din!" call Islam makes Sarifuddin who is teaching it turn his head.

"If for example you are given the choice, you want to choose Khadija or Katrin, you choose who?"

Sarifuddin stopped his chant and looked like he was thinking.

"Who?" ask Islam while raising both eyebrows.

"Nothing" he answered, laying the Qur'an on his chest and lying down on the bed.

"Kok, nothing?"

"Because it's not important. Even though I love choice, our choice is proof of Khadijah."

"Don't ask me, but ask this to our hearts because God is in all hearts for the person who knows it" he explained.

Islam gave a sign of understanding.

Not long after the room lights die making the room room dark. A bright light was seen after Sarifuddin hit the flashlight in his palm so that it could light up.

"There is no reason to learn" he said, making Islam laugh.

Islam grabbed the flashlight and cast its light towards the book while Sarifuddin had now tidied up the scabbard preparing for sleep.

"Had Al-Fatiha memorized?" ask Sarifuddin.

"Oh" answered Islam.

"You know why Surah Al-Fatihah is only seven verses?"

Islam turned off his flashlight and looked at Sarifuddin who was staring at him in the darkness.

"Why?" ask Islam with curiosity.

"Seven is special" he said.

"Oh yeah?" ask the unbelieving Islam.

Sarifuddin nodded.

"What's special?"

"That seven is full of the word perfect."

"You mean? I don't understand."

"For the formula pitagoras, seven is considered the perfect number. Seven is a combination of the numbers three and four, triangle and square."

Both eyebrows of Islam are linked.

"Lo this is a santri or a math teacher, anyway?"

"My future DPR member" he replied, making Islam laugh.

"Do you know what perfection is?" ask Sarifuddin.

"What?"

"God created the heavens and the earth and He stopped on the seventh day and Allah SWT sanctified that day."

"The apostle also passed through the seven layers of the heavens and met some of God's chosen Prophets. He had to pass through the layers of the sky until he finally met with Allah SWT."

"Now I ask how many colors of rainbows are there?" sarifuddin asked Islam to instantly freeze.

"How much?"

Islam raises his finger while imagining a rainbow.

"Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple."

"There's seven, right?" tanya Sarifuddin made Islam who was trying to calculate the color turn his head.

"Oh yes seven," he said with a bright smile.

Islam only realized if the rainbow color is seven.

"Now count how many days in a week?" ask Sarifuddin.

"Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday and week."

"There are seven, right?"

Islam smiled with excitement and then nodded.

"What day is seven?"

"Sunday."

"Well that's why other religions pray on Sundays" replied Sarifuddin.

"Well, how could that be, Dad?" asked Islam with his face rather shocked.

"That's the special number seven."

"There's more of that?" ask Islam who is increasingly curious.

"Prophet Yusuf often mentions the number seven in his dream interpretation."

"The Prophet Hud, the Ad People. The people of Ad have been destroyed by a very cold typhoon. Allah has poured out the wind on them for seven nights and eight days without ceasing."

"The tawaf drug is carried out 7 rounds. A believer laughs around the Temple for seven rounds."

"After that, doing sa’i between shafa and marwa seven times also and then throwing a sumrah seven times."

"Prophet Muhammad shalallahu alaihi wassalam explained that the people who will be shaded by Allah SWT on the day of the apocalypse only mention seven groups."

"Prophet Muhammad shalallahu alaihi wassalam also said: 'Chat the Quran every 7 days and do not be faster than that' like that."

"Night lailatul qadar many say it happens on odd numbers and one of them is lift seven."

Sarifuddin is now silent after explaining at length makes Islam realize that this always slanted guy is not an ordinary santri.

He is a man with a lot of knowledge. How could there be a person as smart as Sarifuddin who was inside a pesantren far from the city.

There was a diamond in the boarding house and now the diamond is lying on a rather old bed.

"Why do you know all that? Where do you learn from, so you have a lot of science like that?"

Sarifuddin smiled.

"From the Qur'an."

"Everything you know is there?" Point Islam towards the Qur'an being embraced by Sarifuddin.

"Iye," she answered.

"Well," amazed Islam with his voice that seemed to whisper.

Islam for the umpteenth time marveled at the thing called the Qur'an and at Sarifuddin who had mentioned a small part of the Qur'an.

"That's the quick one!" Appoint Sarifuddin on the book held by Islam.

Islam smiled then turned on the flashlight to see Sarifuddin's writing.

"Do you want this to burn?" ask Islam.

"Hit first!"

Islam hit the flashlight in his palm and not intermittently the flashlight was lit making Islam surprised. Sarifuddin laughed and made Islam laugh.

This time Islam must be really serious to memorize short surahs so that he can become the imam of the mosque. For what he became a man if he could not become a priest. Rahman is also a man, just like him and that means he can too.

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Islam stepped down the steps of the stairs along with Sarifuddin after he finished performing the congregational morning prayers at the mosque.

Islam paved its way when it saw Rahman and Khadijah standing face to face. Although their distance is not close but still they are seen talking, I don't know what they are talking about Islam can hear it either.

"Let's Islam!" invite Sarifuddin who looks to have worn his sandal.

Sarifuddin frowned in wonder at Islam who looked fixed staring at something made Sarifuddin turn towards what Islam saw.

Khadijah who heard the name of Islam is called immediately turned to look at Islam who is now looking at him.

Islam smiles even though it looks forced towards Khadijah.

Rahman looked back at Islam who was now stepping down the stairs and approaching the two.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Islam said with a smile.

"Waalaukumsalam" replied Rahman and Khadijah simultaneously.

"What the hell is it, anyway?" tanya Islam who looks at Rahman and Khadijah in turn.

"It's not good if you talk alone like this is okay, but don't often."

"Em make lo, bro," Islam said while patting Rahman on the shoulder.

"If you want to say it, but I guess you will not be able to talk about it again with Khadijah."

"Why is that?" ask Rahman.

"Because Khadijah will marry me. Now you can talk to Khadijah but later you can not," said Islam then stepped away from Rahman and Khadijah.

Sarifuddin ran behind Islam who kept on walking.

Khadijah took a breath and held it in his chest.

"Excuse me, Assalamu'alaikum" said Khadijah and then stepped away.

Rahman fell silent on the spot where he stood.

The words of Islam have poisoned his mind. This must not be allowed, Islam must not have Khadijah and Rahman must do something.

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What would Rahman do?

Does anyone know?

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