Short Stories of Islamic Love
The Love That Ingkar

Like an endless road..

Like a space without gaps..

I walked every road that I left. Looking for the dimensions you once said. The fiction you're telling me is like a fact that's perched in my life.

Al-lal's…

What I told Miraj..

Where are the poor and the rich differentiated from?

From her clothes? from his face? not miraj! from his heart, which one? you ask him…

“What are you doing here?” Ask a young man “I was looking for the one that had disappeared from his body” I said “Is that a soul? I'm majiz and who are you?”, “I'm a traveler from faraway land” I replied “True? whatis yourname? where the hell did you come from? what's missing that?” the young man continued to talk without knowing if I was recording and memorizing every word.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, “I've always been watching you, the rhyme you've been singing, I don't understand!” He said, “Isn't anything more useful to you than listening to me sing?”, “For whom is the poem? it touches my heart so much?” Ask “I always praise him, my lover!”, “Who is it? don't you worship your god?” Ask again “I do not worship god, do not occasionally say worship god, really it will take you in error!” I said, “Then who do you worship? I don't understand”, “I praise my beloved, Allah swt. Why do I say I do not worship God, because God is many. I am not religious because my lover is not burdensome because I have become his lover” I replied “Where is the god?” Ask, “Every day you worship him but you don't know where he is, it's a waste what you're doing” I replied. Majiz just kept his head down, not understanding what I was talking about. I love God, I want what he wants. Despite the hell that he wanted, I will enter into it with his love. All of that I defined from the story you told. (Lail, where are you? now I understand the lail from which the poor and the rich are distinguished. Lail's back!)

“Majiz, you know. I once loved a woman. until finally..”, “Until finally what? she left you?” Ask while thinking my mind. “Oh no, really you won't understand”.

“When you will ask me a favor, I am so ashamed of God. I'm ashamed to live this relationship without ta’aruf”, “Please lail, I'm not yet established enough for this! where should I support you?” I said “You're well established enough Miraj, I don't care how much you give me! I just want us to justify this relationship. If you don't want to, just finish all this” He said while crying “If that's what you want, go lail”, “I'm disappointed in you Miraj, don't understand.. I” lail left after saying hello to me, with a slashed heart. I was stupid. What I said really wasn't what was appropriate for Lail. After that conversation, I didn't see him again. The shaleha woman, the woman I deserve, the woman who taught me everything.

“Five years?” Majiz sighed “Ya, I looked for her. It's long! since then, I have not heard from him. I'm really sorry majiz” I said “What do you regret, isn't that your wish miraj?”, “I wasted it, I craved money until I forgot what I was created for! I really still love him, majiz. I cheated on her, I love that woman” I said, “Miraj, why don't you look for her in the first place you met her”.

I waited, there, for the trail I had left!

a few months I waited there in a different dimension! with a tall building towering, there was no longer a beautiful tree that was different nature! lail, I'm still here waiting for you back!

“Majiz, how long should I wait. betray my lover?”, “Miraj, wait. Didn't you yourself say, your lover is all fair, he wouldn't be mad at you if you still gave him love” he said. A year I waited for him, until a voice woke me from the dream. Lail…

“Miraj, see”, “What is majiz?” I asked him while occasionally looking at the crowd there..

“After a year, this place is often used as an exhibition! there was a poet who would bring him every rhyme. Her face is so beautiful, she is liked by many people here! but darling..he” He said, “He why? answer me majiz!” Majiz did not want to talk about it, for him to talk about the ugliness of others an insult to him.

That voice, it's so sweet. Like I've heard it for a long time!

“Miraj, what are you doing here. Come with me” Me and Majiz come closer to the side of the poet. His face was familiar to me, with a long cloth covering his entire body. That face is like. Lail!

On the prayer mat..

“Yes Allah I miss your love…

My love story is so long but not all the way…

I prayed a prayer…

My fingers are dancing with the prayer beads…

I can't help but cry…

Batinku…

My hands were stirring on the prayer mat..” That's how the rhyme he was singing, the crowd's applause broke my daydream! That woman, I can't believe it! Al-lail, the woman who makes me sin every day. Oh God, am I worthy of her? the soul mate will return to his bones. God planned it, planned this meeting because God never got angry, never took me away from him.

“Motten cafe” Lail tells us a lot about the change. What makes me sick, Lail has..

“Miraj, go home to your son and wife. Don't remind me of that anymore. I'm no good to you, don't regret ever saying that. Or I will be so sorry for forcing you to marry me!” He said, “Lail, I don't care. I don't love her”, “Then why did you marry her Miraj, have a child with her? do you think a child is not the fruit of your love. You have Miraj, until now you never understood. Everything you do is in vain” he said.

“Miraj, I didn't expect. Is that what you call her lover? that's what you call you never turned away from her. What a miracle, I learned a lot from you. You are nothing more than a con man” said Majiz as he passed leaving us. I was crazy, crazy about his love. Sorry for what I did. Everyone left me, I was a fraud. I don't deserve to be her lover! because of that longing, I didn't just betray my lover. But also betrayed my son and wife. Which I have long left for regret.

From that day on, I kept looking for her house until I could talk back to her. “Lail, believe. I've been honest with you. Lail, listen. It's not as good as lail” I said, “Go from here miraj, I've forgotten you. Love them, you are not grateful for the favor of Allah”, “What wisdom lail? I don't enjoy it, you don't understand” I said, “I get it, I'm a Miraj woman. I feelit! feeling your wife” Lail slammed the door of her house “Go Miraj, before all this raises slander”.

Two months later..

“Miraj, you should know. Lail has passed away” My heart feels bitter. God, what will you throw at my eyes. I can't stand to see this! in order to maintain its content, Lail let herself drift! in order to keep her husband Lail willingly drowned…

(Lail, what sin did I commit to you. I've been wrong all this time, if only you had opened your heart to me. I accept all your shortcomings, I accept what God gives. Lail.. Calm down by her side).

Majiz told me everything. About lail, she knew Lail before she knew me. Lail is a good woman, majizpun did not think that the woman I had been looking for was lail, something missing from my body. Lail got married six years ago, after I decided to leave her for treasure, for the throne and I lost my happiness, the family I was supposed to build with her! I don't care that Lail's a hard woman to have a child with. I love her without forcing her will! lail willingly shared her love with another woman, dividing her husband. Make feelings! lail must challenge death, defend her fruit of love even though it will kill her.

The man did not accept fate, turned away from it. Go leave lail after knowing the flaws. Then what's the difference with me? with the real me. I don't accept my wife's shortcomings! lail I'm sorry I don't understand. I taught him that money is everything. Until she forgot, I was her husband. I should guide him! and I just saw the flaws.

The poor and the rich, there is nothing that distinguishes Lail, other than what he does with sincerity. Lailllllll. But what I got was revenge. My son doesn't know his father. Not the money I was looking for, but time. I am always busy with my world. Until I forget, lail. Everyone forgets me. They don't know me anymore. Am I enough to be her lover?. My wife has turned away. To deny the love he gave me.

(lail answer) There's no answer to that. All I know is that I'm alone now. Down the black hallway, accompanied by a torturous guilt. My life feels far away! I am now a traveler. Who seek, seek where the meaning of vengeance is!

TRAVELLERS…

I am the traveler who walks through the corridors of your heart…

Interpret the veil on each of your smiles..

Focus on small lanterns, though,

Hunting on a petite lelaron

I keep tracing…

Even if you don't realize…

Until I found the symphonies scattered…

Until I found the essence of dream essence scattered…

then I tried to glance at the lyrics into the back-room of your heart…

But Oh my shame when you close the curtains…

I'm the traveler you have to drive out…

Miraj…

now that I know what vengeance means, Allah is not angry with me. I woke up from that dream, from the fiction he told me about. I'm not that kind of person. I remain a miraj, whose figure is not spoken of, a miraj that is not of the outcast. Miraj's not from what's bad! Miraj the poet.