Short Stories of Islamic Love
Al Barzanji

The silent night has now turned into a festive, in every mushola there is a sound from the speakers. The women chant the book of Al Barzanji. With such a tempestuous spirit. But what am I doing? I was the one who refused loudly.

“zy, yuk to mushola!” bring syifa. Syifa is my cousin and she happens to be at a party with me so we're together often.

“ngapain syif?” ask her because I don't know what she wants to take me.

“already come!” force syifa to me

“but why would I be kepo!” I began to wonder at him

“hai zy, hi syifa so not to mushola read the book Al Barzanji” Amalia who just took water wudlu in the bathroom TPQ, where I studied. Syifa instantly glared at amalia.

“what do you want Al Barzanji an? Sorry yes I do not want to come with ah” chirps me directly

“lho why zy?” the clouds have just come. He was a santri in a ponpes outside the city.

“I don't like Al Barzanji wan?” answer me in a high tone

“emang why zy, zyah that I know is not like that really. He always liked all the lessons related to his religion, religion of Islam” oh no he started the lecture at length

“I can not read it, the sentence is different from the holy book of Al-Qur’” I replied

“you can't, not can't. You know before we can be a science we have to like the imu, like the teacher, and like the place, you know?” The clouds began to interrogate my dislike for the book of A-barjani.

“iya I know. That's why I can't for what? Because indeed I never liked it at all, I am not at all interested in Al Barzanji”, I said. The clouds were suddenly dumbfounded, he did not think that I would be rich.

Syifa also pulled Amalia's arm away from me and the Clouds to a quiet place

“Amalia, you are a big bucket anyway, if for example you do not say if you want to read the book Al Barzanji in mushola zyah will not be interrogated as Awan” this time Syifa is very angry with Amalia

“lho kok me who was scolded, it was his fault zyah why he did not like the book Al Barzanji” Amalia was not less regretful to Syifa.

“But if we teach him to go to mushola, he will not go from mushola and for a long time he will also like Al Barzanji”

“know ah, I want to go to mushola rather than here ngajak people who do not want to go there” amalia began to get angry

“Zy kicked me, I want to ask you!” The clouds make a big sound

“what do you want to talk about? I'm horrified but don't make me follow Syifa's will! Appointment!” I showed my little finger

“I don't want to talk about it, I just want it, you never like the same people?” asked Clouds seriously, I am confused about the change of topic anyway

“ever, first time class VIII, why?” I am still a little confused

“nah now I ask, when you hate something he likes, you would prefer to leave it or be forced to like it?”

“ya I choose to like him I like him! When I have to care for her favorite, yes even though she left me abroad, I did not feel comfortable to have chosen to like her because it was the best for me”, I replied at length

“nah now, you love not the same Prophet Muhammad SAW?”

“aku as a Muslim ya must love Rosul, so that later I get intercession later” I who answered a little suspicious on the Cloud

“he said love Rosul, so you also have to like Al Barzanji because rosul also likes him” right my suspicion really happened

“when you like ordinary people, you also like the things you like, you hate them, but your love for Rosul is not as great as your love for ordinary people, you really passed” my tears just popped in my eyes

“I really open his faithful people” I also started sobbing

“already before it's too late to fix yourself first. Who knows our age? Only Allah swt. Who knows zy!” the clouds calmed me down.

“zy tomorrow I return to my ponpes, you take good care of yourself huh?” The clouds continued their conversation, and now my face became even more sad

“now who wants to advise me again if you go wan?” I'm the one who's confused

“henya you must always be close to God so that He will shine the path of your heart zy!” The cloud reaffirmed his words.

“thank you Wan. By the way when do you come home?” aska wants to know

“depart just haven't asked when back zyah, zyah” Clouds start joking “may run out lebaran zy” he continued

“lama too yes! I might miss out on you wan” I really can't believe it

“later also I will propose to you zy” now his face looks serious but I did not hear it

“apa? what are you talking about wan? Where do you want to apply for work? Are you still in a mump?” I really didn't hear it

“ah! No zy you are wrong with the times who wants to apply for work” Clouds that look shy

“yah Al Barzanji reading is finished, you have to nuggu next week deh! I won't hear your voice ” clouds divert the conversation.

“hoam! I'm sleepy wan” sleepy already started acting on me

“zy, read AL-Qur’an first let's take a moment, yes count our farewells

“yuk! In exchange for Wan” I went up to my classroom

After reading it I fell asleep, at that time the cloud was taking water wudlu.

“zy wake up zy you want to go home no, I take yuk!” the clouds cannot wake me from my subconscious

“when I have wudlu, no papa deh I carry you yes?” I did not respond to it kara did not hear, but finally I woke up, I was walking gontai because drowsy clouds memapahku In the middle of the trip there is a large truck that drove at high speed, and I was not happy, the cloud that saw the truck immediately pushed me and he did not have time to save himself was bounced away, I who realized it was immediately jolted and scattered to the clouds covered in blood

“AWAAAAAAAAAN” shouts me calling her name

“zy, I have something for you” she took a box in her coat of pride

“apa this wan, yuk we have to hurry to klinik” I'm still sobbing, but the clouds reject me

“i was not strong zy, zy I LOVE YOU” then I lead him to say the word creed helped him through the sacaratul of death.

The funeral procession went with tears. I never thought she liked me too. But what the forces of death do us apart turns out last night's gaze is the last.

I slowly opened the gift box that had been decorated by the stubs of my tears, there was his diary, his photos and a gift of remembrance of the book of Al Barzanji.

Now every night I’at jum I placed do’a to him and remember him through Al Barzanji recitation that he gave. May you calm in nature there wan.