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CHAPTER 7. HEALING SOULS

Bram runs his car slowly through the fog at early dawn. As usual, as he did these few weeks on a regular basis, he was going to a small mosque in the suburbs where Mr. Sharif was waiting for him.

Like someone who is thirsty, he will always wait with longing every dawn of every day, come to help Mr. Sharif clean the mosque, see the old man echoing the Adhan, and

become a prayer together. And every morning he will enjoy the sweet coffee served by Aisyah, daughter of Mr. Sharif. Coffee according to Mr. Sharif in the mashed himself by his son. The taste is distinctive, completely different and now it seems to have secretly made Bram feel addicted.

Although in recent days, Bram had always met Aisyah on the porch of their humble home, he had never once spoken to Aisyah. Bram never felt so shy and respectful towards a woman like her when dealing with Aisyah.

He also never wanted to find out about the beautiful and simple young woman, even though he was actually a little curious about Aisyah's status, who in the age according to Bram so young has become a single parent and has a child who is eight years old.

If you trace from what he saw, maybe Aisyah was married at a very young age, so that allows finally she gave birth to her son named Tito. Either where her husband, divorced or maybe died, so now she is a widow at a very young age. If that was the case then Aisyah's fate was unfortunate, suffering even before she was fully grown.

Bram did not want to speculate much less suudzon about Aisyah's past, which he realized now that the woman in his kingdom was a little stealing the attention of Bram.

But, Bram routinely came to Pak Syarif really has nothing to do with the coffee that is served Aisyah or the existence of the woman, Bram is really trying to heal his soul

in the process of his journey he improved.

He now feels calmer when prostrating under the guidance of Mr. Sharif, hearing his enlightenment which does not patronize or judge him at all. Even his sins were not a hindrance for him to feel cherished.

Bram parked his car right in front of the mosque that was already brightly lit, the sound of sholawat being swiveled from inside the mosque sounded blue.

Bram stared up at the sky for a moment, the stars still twinkling like thousands of pairs of angelic eyes watching the humans in the early hours of the morning. As if enjoying the sholawat verse and prayers that are being chanted by the creatures below. The moon shone no less warmly, in the dark morning of the blind, the crescent moon shone majestically, its light equaling the stars that shimmered in

surrounding him.

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, abah.” Sapa Bram when he saw Pak Syarif standing on the terrace holding a broom. Then with full respect he kissed the back of the man's hand, he was asked by Mr. Sharif to call him with his brother, so that closer he said. He felt sad when Bram always called him with a call sir.

“I feel such a call is too formal, as if I am a family official or something.” Mr. Sharif said.

“If nak Bram calls me with abah, it feels to be closer and not too distant. We chat also better.”Said the simple old man.

And Bram complied, because he also felt a great respect for the man who had helped him a lot to get out of the circle of hell that had been trapping him.

“Wa’alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.”Welcome Mr. Sharif, his face is so fresh.

“I was waiting for you from earlier son Bram, I guess you didn't come this morning.” Mr. Sharif said, his voice

sounds very happy.

“Come in, we will soon have to proclaim the dawn prayer. Immediately wudhu.” Said mr. Syarif

before going back inside.

Bram rushed to the side of the mosque to cleanse himself and ablution.

As usual, he immediately took place not far from the place where Mr. Sharif stood as a muezzin to announce the Adhan to establish prayer. Next after pak Syarif declared iqomah, then,

Bram prayed solemnly. Now he no longer needs to be guided by Mr. Syarif in saying do’a-do’a. Bram is really trying hard to get excited. Some residents adjacent to the small mosque also participated in praying at the place, some days it is no longer just them

the two were always in the mosque at dawn. Towards the month of Ramadan which comes soon, according to Mr. Sharif the small mosque will be visited more.

The dawn of Azan feels vibrating the sanitary recesses of every human being, when the asthma of God is heard. Slowly the dawn will rise accompanied by a million prayers that glorify the great creator. Nothing is more peaceful than dawn, when the day will begin and people will greet him with a bow of gratitude for the new day and the breath of life still given by the One who created it.

Bram really found the most peaceful experience indescribable in time with Mr. Sharif. And he was grateful when he almost lost his way to this wise old man.

After finishing the prayer, as usual Bram will sit with Pak Sharif, facing, they will talk about everything that always calms Bram if they hear it.

“Nak Bram, in a matter of weeks we will enter the month of Ramadan.” That sentence sounds smooth.

 “The beautiful step if we prepare to enter this holy month, multiply berto’a, multiply intentions and do good. God willing our worship will be accepted and run smoothly.”

 “But..” Bram lowered his head, he looked doubtful continuing.

“But why?”

“I forgot when was the last time I did fasting.” Bram continued shyly.

Mr. Sharif raised his eyebrows, deep down he may be surprised, people the age of Bram, can not be said to be just young but mature, in the age of thirties and he is a Muslim, he said, it feels strange to listen to people forget when he ever performed fasting.

 “Do you know nak Bram, what does fasting mean?” Sharif asked carefully, as if afraid to offend the man sitting with his legs folded in front of him.

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