Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 40's

Real lucky. The first dawn in the Grand Mosque could hear the melodious voice of the senior muezzin and the muezzin leader, Ali Abdul Rahman Ahmad Mulla.

Al and Oma only started the sunah thawaf when the adzan reverberated. When the chanting of the Adzan is completed, complete the sunah thawaf.

"Oma can thawaf again?" ask Al. "Slow down."

"Keeper iqamah later, good light."

"That's exactly what we're waiting for" Al smiled. "We can pray in mathaf."

"Women are expelled from praying in the thawaf area."

"Maybe not."

If Oma was driven by soldiers, it means they were part of the prayer near the floor of sa'i. Because the spots around the thawaf place are full.

Through the emptiness of the heart, the prayers of the trembled faith in the first round of the thawaf. Al wanted to fill his heart with the coveted martyrdom in every prostration of his night.

Iqamah reverberated as they entered the seventh round. They stopped on the thawaf floor to take up positions to pray directly opposite Multazam. What an unimaginable blessing, because then came the Grand Imam of the Grand Mosque with a strict escort and stood in front of them.

Al shed tears to get this very special blessing. The High Priest, known on YouTube for his melodious voice and clear articulation of his makhraj, is now in front of him.

Oma cried sobbing. Either grateful not to be expelled or overwhelmed to get this glory.

Shaykh Abdurrahman As-Sudais neatly dressed for a while and then berkakbir began to pray.

Never before had the dawn prayer of this senikmat listening to the recitation of the Surah of As-Sajdah which is so shahdu. In verse 15, verse of prayer, Al follows Shaykh prostrate tilawah.

Al's tears wet the thawaf floor.

For a moment it was like this dawn prayer. Shorter than the village priest with the recitation of Surah Al-Ikhlas. Haven't coughed.

Then reverberated the muezzin's call for the funeral prayer, while the sheikh moved to Ishmael's door where the body was.

This dawn many bodies are being shunned. A blessing to the mayit because it is being led by tens of thousands of people.

Death in the Holy Land is the dream of many. But we must not pray to die in Makkah.

After the funeral prayer, Al invited Oma to go to the door of King Fahd to meet Riany and his entourage.

"Where are you praying?" ask Riany.

"In mathaf," said Oma sumringah, "exactly behind Shaykh Sudais."

"Subhanallah."

"I was given great favors through my granddaughter."

"The party wants to go home, Oma how?"

"I waited until Dhuha."

"Oma needs a break."

"Enough here."

Oma sat leaning against the pillar. The group exited the mosque guided Lukman.

Al looked at Riany at a glance. "You're not coming?"

"I haven't been thawaf and sa'i, waiting for you to guide."

"You're more knowledgeable."

"But you're my future priest."

"Preserve your obedience, shah ayu," said Oma. "Till the end of your life."

"Aamiinu. Oma don't go anywhere. Riri same Al thawaf and sa'i first."

"Don't forget zam zam thawaf and sa'i, cah ayu."

"Yes, Oma."

Like Shafa and Marwah, such is the metaphor of Al and Riany. It is true that they did not study at the faculty of Shari'ah. But the dissemination of religion at the University of Medina is certainly different in level with the science mine in Bulaksumur.

Riany is fluent in Arabic, Al new ideals. Lose the same Oma who has gone three times Hajj, and only stopped after there is a long queue, whereas ONH plus.

If Opa badly runs out of Arabic. So during the pilgrimage he hung out more with Europeans, Nigerians, or Brazilians. He talked about the ball.

Well, Al looks like his op. Not able to learn in a short time. But he did not run out of sense, using a mobile phone as a spokesman in communicating with Arabs.

"You know what my prayers are in Multazam and Shafa?" cetus Riany finished sa'i.

"What tuh?"

"I introduce you to God as my future priest."

"That doesn't mean you?"

"What I want to see by my side when I close my eyes."

"God knows better what's going on."

"But want to hear his servant's confession."

Al and Riany arrive at the pillar where Oma is waiting. They do not bother him because they teach.

Oma ended her reading, closed the Qur'an and turned her head. "Zam zamnya."

Riany handed over the bottle she was holding. Oma unscrewed the bottle, read the prayer for a moment, then sipped it.

"Al buy tin and ajwa first" said Al. "7Days still exist?"

"The toffee is finished."

The taste of toffee is Al's favorite croissant. Oma must have brought a lot when she came home for Hajj. Yummy if warmed in the oven.

Al mistakenly bought a lot of chocolate-flavored 7Days. The cake is still intact in Oma's room. Chocolate is a favorite of Opa.

"It's breakfast time" Al reminded. "Have you taken care of the group?"

"Specifically our entourage I ask to be escorted to their respective rooms" said Riany. "No buffet. Poor old man."

"You look tired, I'm ayu" said Oma. "Would we rest in a hotel."

"I want to accompany Oma."

"Your entourage of responsibility, cah ayu."

"Now Al's responsibility."

"Just son," Al protested. "If I don't take care of them, how about Oma?"

"There I am."

Al handed a grocery bag containing 7Days flavored toffee to Oma, another bag opened, took ajwa 3 seeds and ate them one by one.

Riany took 3 seeds. Al circulates to the people nearby. Each one took 3 seeds.

"When are we going to Ji'ranah?" ask Oma.

"Tomorrow at noon" replied Riany. "Now a full break."

"Oh yeah, when's the deal?"

"God willing, six months away."

"Good one more year. Long wait too, huh?"

"That's six months of job training" Al said.

He and other high-achieving students plan to work in Turkey. The giant petro company is waiting. He studied hard for a 10 juz poultice, because that was his first condition.

"He wanted to work in Jordan" commented Riany. "Where is it right?"

"Which is the most promising."

"Just like a girl?"

"Jealous?"

"Forgot the same at home."

"You don't have a house yet."

"So?"

"So no matter who goes with whom, my intention is to find halal money for my children who will be born from the womb of the youngest daughter of the textile city."

"Aamiin's."

"Wake up your village" suggested Oma. "That's better."

"Derror."

"Who does anyone defend?"

"Society needs your strength."

"The Al field is not a farm."

"Working in agriculture is no problem."

"Clearly problem. Al doesn't know anything. So we need to learn again."

"When you become a scholar, you stop learning? Learn it throughout life. There are many things in life that we need to understand."

"His mind is still raw, Oma. I don't have any responsibility yet."

"Well do you want to be hastily memorized?"

"Riri's still in college."

"Six months away, right?"

"If the marriage is six months away, what will my wife eat?" cut Al.

"Don't be afraid not to get windfall, good light. Each has its own life."

"Rubber," sambar Riany. "Don't be afraid not to eat. The wind is not us."

"So you want to get married in a hurry?"

"Six more months in a hurry?"

"I have to work first."

"The money you hold is not used up for your meals. Well, if you want to work, develop the money there. A lot of potential in the village that hasn't been empowered."

"agree! Why do you work in Jordan or Turkey?"

"Can't you stay away from me?"

"Had entered Dhuha" said Oma. "We pray."

Oma stuffed the tasbih into a tiny bag. He was chatting while thinking.

Al is not used to prating when many people are awake. He prefers to pray that their remembrance be accepted by Allah SWT.

Lin Wei once joked. "If the angel is a mager, can beat his reward flat, tired of judging one by one."

It takes patience to face people who do not know. Moreover, the person aspires to become a convert. Religion is not a joke.

Lin Wei was like a word that had not been erased from his mind, read always. Thus Lin Wei entered in his Dhuhanya prayer.

Lin Wei was truly willing to move away in confidence. But is it his love?