Pledge of Love Rumi
her love teacher Debby

The next night, Rumi had just finished reading Al Mulk's letter, with his wife in his room.

Debby smiled, happy to feel this. The thing he once imagined had finally happened. Although not as smooth as he thought, his heart was still happy but also felt half the soul was empty because of the bad relationship with his family.

"Sister."

"Yes?" Rumi raised her head to look at Debby, with her hands still holding the two Qur'an she read earlier with her wife.

"I can ask? Why books and religions can be different, he said we are the same. Even if we were all Muslims there would be no conflict between religions, right?"

Rumi smiled. He went for a moment just to put the Qur'an on the table, then sat down cross-legged in front of Debby. "Do you know the difference between the Prophet and Rosul?"

"Emmmm?" Shakes slowly.

"The prophet is a godly man of God's choice, because of his faith and superiority they are sent to preach. So the Prophet will follow the teachings of the previous Rosule until the new Rosul comes again as a perfecter." Rumi answered softly.

"So, did not all the Prophets preach their own teachings?"

"Not the deck, for example, the Prophet Zacharias. Then Maryam, they will study the Torah before, because it still follows the teachings of Moses as. Even Maryam memorized the book, along with its interpretation. Then there was Isa as his son who at that time he became Rosul as the holder of the Gospel. So they also studied the gospel, for every holy book would have been a perfecter of the previous book. Until the time of Prophet Muhammad as the last Rosul with the book of the Qur'an, which we read earlier." Rumi stroked Debby's head, which was still covered in white, gently, and then came down to touch her cheek with her thumb.

"Prophet Zachariah as was the Prophet Isa?"

"Prophet Zachariah was one of his family members Imron his father Maryam. And he was ten years adrift of Prophet Isa as."

"Oh...." Debby mangosteen.

"Well the cause of religious differences will arise from each person. So in ancient times, not all people were easy to change their teachings. Not everyone believes in what is called religion. We eventually split into groups. But if you look at the history I've heard? The previous prophets were waiting for the Prophet Muhammad. They hope to become the people of Prophet Muhammad. As we are now, so we are lucky to be one of the people of Prophet Muhammad" continued Rumi, Debby also developed her smile.

"If Islam itself, why is it different?" Debby asked, who was very curious.

"Because we remain divided with each other's schools. But the point is the same, worship one God that is Allah SWT."

"The madhab is the fatwa or opinion of a Mujtahid priest about the law of an event, ancient times. So it is like a method to understand and establish the law of an event based on the Qur'an and Hadith. Know for yourself, right? the language of the Qur'an is all metaphorical, if ordinary people like us will not understand, so we need interpreting scholars to interpret... That's it sometimes we are still in difficult with different interpretations, so we prefer to take the middle path when there is a difference between whether or not to, or not, it is better to avoid the fear that there is a ban."

"But how? if I look at the Islamic forum, now it's like a lot of debate that's causing a split?" Debby behaved even more spoiled by changing her position, she sat on Rumi's lap now, making Rumi smile anxiously, kissing her head while hugging her from behind.

"It is not necessary to follow. Kan once, in the days of Rosulullah Saw, there were two friends who were lying down in the mosque. Then they began to talk about one verse where the two reaped debate with their respective opinions. Until it finally sparked a fierce debate conflict. Rosulullah Saw pelted them with dust. He said what? 'do not learn a verse that will cause division. And learn to appreciate the way other people learn it' essentially, every difference of opinion between humans must exist, he said, but do not let us deny others and feel that what we learn is the most true."

"Berati in the days of Rosulullah Islam was still one huh?"

"Yes dear. And the first Islamic split occurred since the time of Ali bin Abi Talib led as Caliph, where the stronghold of supporters Aisyah Rosul's wife who opposed the leadership of Ali. In short, so."

"MashaAllah's... I am amazed at my husband. Pinter." Debby turned her head, then kissed the husband's cheek.

Rumi smiled, "don't praise me, because I'm also still learning the deck. Islam is broad. Before we convince something, we must also study its history. The main thing is to decorate the Qur'an, such as reading, finding out the meaning, and its content. So do not swallow a deck teaching. Sometimes it is not right, we still need a teacher naji, not just based on listening to the lecture."

"My teacher naji you." His murmur was spoiled, while rubbing Rumi's cheeks.

"MashaAllah... What time is this? AC room so suddenly dead gini huh?"

"Huh? No way. The air conditioner's alive." Debby chuckled as Rumi let go of her face and kissed her on the head area to the curve of her neck.

"Bear you who have made my desire rise to heat... Let's take responsibility." Rumi moved up while lifting Debby's body.

"It's late afternoon, brother? We'll have dinner first. Not good with Umma and Abi."

"They understand, we're newlyweds." Smiling anxiously. Put Debby in their bed. But the two are just making out, not merry. Rumi prefers rhyming in the morning, because for him the body is much fresher and again he can avoid sleeping in a junub state.

Seriate...