Short Stories of Islamic Love
Longed

Morning blind, still looks dark silent and quiet, growing a sense of cool air, amazing, waiting for the beauty of surise. Early that day Fahmi, a man who two years ago had just graduated from Al-Mubarokah Pesantren in central Java city. He sits cross-legged on his alphabet by arranging his heart and mind on the recitation of his Qur'an in order to stay well awake. Until the dawn of Adhan reverberated then Fahmi stopped his deres, Fahmi said “Alhamulillah” and listened until the beautiful call was over, did not forget Fahmi prayed and dagjutkan with Fajar sunnah prayer and Qobliyah sunnah.

“Mi..” that soft, subtle sound made Fahmi stop the memorization of his Quran.

“Am, Bu.” Fahmi said, he closed his Quran and he put it on a small table behind him. Just now Fahmi was standing, his mother was already in his son's room.

“You have prayed sunnah?”

“Already, Bu.”

“Tadi also I have prayed sunnah in the room, we pray dawn first.” His mother took a position to become a teacher.

“Mumtazah where is Bu?” Fret Fahmi when the mother told him to pray immediately, while his sister Mumtazah has not been seen.

“Your sister is Udzur (Haid). has been fast to pray, later to noon.” Fahmi nodded then confirmed his position and imitated.

The sun has given warmth, the light is so bright that the clouds above are so charming blue. Fahmi came out of his room carrying some books for his material that day, precisely the material for the students of Darul Falah. He is still remembered when Mr. Kyai Ghufron asked him to become one of the teachers in his pesantren. At that time Mr. Kyai and his wife and daughter, Roudhotul Jannah, a girl who was twenty-one years old, who is now still in school. Jannah, Calls. It looks very elegant with its white robe combined with a black hijab.

“Assalamu’alaikum pak kyai.” Fahmi kissed the back of the elderly man's hand, then slid down his palms greeting the female guest. Fahmy sat next to his mother. “Begin nak Fahmi, I asked Nak Fahmi to teach in pesantren, happened to one week ago Santri teacher got married and now lives out of town. I have been the same son Fahmi, especially Nak Fahmi has never learned many books in the pesantren. Tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning, Fahmi to Pesantren, huh? Finish ngaos (saw) usual until four in the afternoon.” Pak Kyai noticed the details of the man in front of him.

“If mr. Kyai asks, I cannot refuse, because mr. kyai is also one of my teachers.” Fahmi smiled, he did not in the least to glance at Jannah, whereas Jannah was sitting right next to Pak Kyai. Jannah also never raised her head when dealing with other people, even if it was Fahmi, her own neighbor.

“Yes already, I say no, tomorrow don't forget well? I am sure the students can be more active in learning if Ustadznya like a son Fahmi so diligent.” Fahmi smiled and greeted the kyai who had stood up.

Fahmi entered the third class Aliyah santri wife (women) whose book material was already quite higher. It seems that the santri are so calm to read the book of Nadzomnya that day should be placed on the Ustadznya. Likewise with Mumtazah, his sister who did study in the pesantren. One by one the wife santri stood in his place and deposited. Fahmi never gave severe sanctions to his students if the memorization he gave was not eaten by the students, usually Fahmi even repeated explaining the material that was not yet understood by the students.

The wind blows lightly, making grasses, flowers, small branches, trees move with the flow, as well as the earth and the sky who come to preach to Allah Azzawajalla. Fahmi entered Ndalem (home of mr. kyai) because this morning Pak kyai told him to meet when the school hours were over.

“Assalamu’alaikum.” Fahmi shines the hand and sits on a long shofa.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Answer mr. kyai.

“Pripun pak kyai?”

“Enggih pak kyai insyaallah.”

“Alhamdulillah.” Answer mr. kyai. Then came out the girl with a green robe from behind the door carrying two cups of glass filled with warm tea, Fahmi had looked at him, but he hurriedly threw it away. Jannah returns after Jannah puts tea on the table.

That morning the atmosphere of Pondok Pesantren Darul Falah still feels the same, peaceful and crowded by the students who pass by in the boarding area. But somehow when he saw Jannah leaving in the brown sedan car it felt bland to his heart. Fahmi asked himself many times. What the hell's going on? Why am I being like this? Fahmi still trying to be okay even though honestly his heart can not understand.

That night after the evening dawn in the boarding school, Fahmi bermunjat and kintikaf to the Haliq, Allah Azza Wajala. The pesantren mosque tiang jaler (male). He continued to disobey his Qur'an without stopping hoping that the shadow of the girl's face would quickly disappear, but for some reason up to three days Fahmi did that until he Hatam Al-Quran a day once still Jannah face shadowed him. He even missed that girl. He prayed Jannah in every prayer.

“Yes Allah is the Rabbi who knows all human affairs and hearts and souls. I ask for everything I ask of you. One of them is the best mate for the servant. A wife who can give peace to the world and the Hereafter. The servant can do nothing but ask You to help take care of the woman who is there, I miss her, long for the akhlaq, her good manners and her sholeh personality. If you are angry, bring closer. But if You are not pleased, I beg you to let the heart of the servant find the more Thou Ridhoi.” Fahmi let out his tears until he did not realize he was asleep in his sleep.

The days were heavy when the name Jannah continually enveloped his heart and brain. Jannah, the daughter of a distinguished kyai father, if likened to the sun that always shines beat the moonlight and stars. Fahmi had prayed istikhoroh several times, clearly felt in the dream, Jannah stood a few meters away from him, Jannah smiled and waved her hand towards Fahmi, then Jannah into her pesantren. Fahmi awakens he immediately beristighfar, his breathing is still regular. Maybe in the dream Jannah wants to finish her pesantren first.

Fahmi ventured to meet Pak Kyai who was sitting in the middle room. Fahmi told me what was going on with his heart these few weeks. Unable to lock yourself in longing. Fahmi also gave a letter envelope to Jannah.

Cirebon 17 Rajab 1436 H

Assalamu’alaikum o ‘Raudhotul jannah’ May always be in good health and many blessings. ‘Jannah’ forgive if I sassy send you a letter. But this is the honesty of heart that I have to say. uhibbuki hubban syadidan, zaujatan abadan, Ya Roudhotul jannah.

Fahmi returned to memorizing his Quran, one more juz he hatched. And Fahmi preferring Jannah's name for his prayer to be the next list after his family. That's the third Hataman in the fasting month. There are still about twenty-three days left to come. The longing was again present when Fahmi mentioned the name Jannah in his prayer even his chest was rustling violently. There was a sound of the door of his room being opened but Fahmi did not turn his head because he was still in the hataman stage. After the prayer was completed Fahmi glanced at the table behind him, there was a cellphone and a brown envelope, Fahmi grabbed the envelope and opened.

Kediri 25 Rajab1436 H

Assalamu’alaikum Mas Fahmi. Alhamdulillah Jannah healthy, how about Mas Fahmi and family? hopefully healthy too. Thanks for the honesty of Mas Fahmi, Jannah is happy to read it, Insyaallah Abah and Umi will explain everything.

Wassalamu’alaikum.

Fahmi was stunned to read a reply from Jannah, the paper was wet with tears. Just this morning Pak Kyai stopped by his house to talk about what was his day of longing, and Pak kyai and his wife blessed him. God willing the month of Shawwal walimah event will be held.

The longing was again present and present again, Fahmi held his longing with a prayer for his future wife until the end of time that God had allowed for the two to meet in one soul because of worship.