Short Stories of Islamic Love
Falling in Love in a Sacred Prison

Azan magrib began to reverberate, feeling beautiful in my ears as if a call from heaven. To force me to rise to visit him, I walked to the mosque which was too far away. On the way I saw a woman wearing all white but not scary like a kuntilanak ghost, with a white veil seemed tucked sweet smile in her mouth, I looked at her.

“Maybe this angel who accidentally descended from the sky” murmured in my heart

“Who is he? just I know today”

I walked but did not take my eyes off her for a second, until one day …

“brug,...” ouch!!! Astagfirullahhalazim, this stone” I said in pain

“Hahaha” sounds boisterous the laughter of those who see me.

“ah, whatever!! you freaks don't help but laugh.” I grumbled

In my pain I began to realize “where the beautiful angel who had” muttered me.

I looked around me as if I had vanished. I tried to get up, but it felt like it hurt until my best friend came.

“Why are you, haha” asked amir while laughing at me.

“Custom search stone.” replied me

“Hah, make what? Haha” Tanyanya

“Ah already, already know I fell still you ask, help me stand.” my call to him

“Haha sorry guys, anyways why can you fall like this?” ask me while extending his hand.

“Should I see angel, mir” I replied.

“Ah, fantasize you, let's immediately abudhu, iqamat already reverberate.” invite me.

“Iya Mir” replied me

Previously introduce my name Sidiq Kayana, a beautiful name that comes from two different languages but both have perfect meaning. Sidiq is derived from the Arabic meaning true, while Kayana comes from the Javanese language meaning benefactor, probably one of the reasons my parents gave the name was to expect that I had a second nature, understand that nature now as if an item that is very rare to find. Because of laziness, my mother forced me to go into prison, but not a despicable prison where a person is confined for his criminal acts, but a prison in which is full of holiness, therefore I call it the holy prison —pondok pesantren. It has been almost a year I was imprisoned, the feeling of pleasure mixed with sorrow I felt, the understanding of life at home seemed to be without rules here everything has rules, but clearly all of it teaches good. Now it's like I'm used to it.

In my daydream because of my acceptance of the woman earlier, as if sending me in a pseudo-fantasy “and I someday have a wife like her, he said, I'm sure she's not only physically beautiful but her heart is also beautiful” you muttered in the heart.

“Derrrr!!!” amir's voice surprised me.

“Astagfirullahalazim” says spontaneous.

“But just kawan” he said.

“You are bad, almost my heart was off”, I said.

“Surely about the angel you told me about earlier right?” askinya.

“Hehe, yes mir” I replied with embarrassment.

“I'm curious what kind of woman makes this kawankau fall in love” he said.

“Yee, yes you are tomorrow before magrib leave with me, good luck we can meet bidadar” take me.

“Haha okay, okay” answers.

It feels like tonight I also have a hard time forgetting the shadows, the beauty, the annoyance, never escaped my mind just a word “andai” enveloped my brain “is it true I love him” in my heart wondering. Although only a few seconds I never know why my race like this maybe this is what is said “love does not need a reason” until love is present uninvited and goes without being delivered.

“Yes God, I saw him again” mummu you in heart.

This time he used white Muslim clothing again. Looks natural beauty he looks at me with a sweet smile, I was like that.

“Maybe she likes me, or is it just her kindness that makes her smile at me” murmured in my heart.

At first glance I saw him go to the mosque, a friendly angel, I did not get tired of seeing him, of course from a distance. A friendly man who greets everyone he meets, until I don't see him again. Me too, what am I. I can only look up at the sky and at a glance I say “Yes Allah, the giver of love, I love him, god. May I love her, may I have her, may I turn her back.” help me, and do not do me with her.”.

As soon as the voice of the sky returns my words, “if you want to have it as your life companion then back off and never make your love for him cause your negligence. but make it your love for him that makes your increasing clairvoyance towards your Lord”. I frantically ran because only this time I heard a stinging sound, I ran hard while shivering with fear instantly.

The sound of the dawn adhan was reverberating the sign of the dawn prayer will be implemented soon. The melodious chant made me immediately move to the mosque, now I wake my best friend, knowing I was in the room with him.

“Mir Mir wake up!!” my yelling.

“Emmmz yes, it's dawn huh?” tanyakanya.

“Iya hunted” tell me.

“Iya yes” answer.

Amir and I walked towards the mosque, in front of the house of Pak kia there was a woman closing the door when turning around.

“Mir, mir that's her angel that I told you” said I told.

“Mana?” askinya.

“Itu”, as I point towards the woman.

“Have you liked his son Pak kiai?” askinya.

“Hah his son pak kiai, a year I went here I never knew him, and never did I know sir kiai had a daughter” I replied.

“Haha it's only natural that you don't know, you will have only one year here asked the same dong who has been here four years hehe” explained to me.

“Hah, sure you” my question as if in disbelief.

“Yes already, I have told you, he is the youngest son of Pak kiai, he was educated in Cairo, Egypt since High School and every two years He came home, but it's okay, friends if you like, just count on yourself to be with him and pray a lot” he said.

“But is it possible?” I was full of doubt.

“Maybe kawan” obviously encouraged me.

With silence as if in disbelief could this be a message from lagit, so that I can bounce myself to be with him. I'm sure not only is she beautiful, she must have been very high and indeed all this time I feel like I haven't really been a good person, what else is very good. But I began to realize and I also wanted to try to solidify myself to be able to be with him. I began to step back with my best friend to the mosque room.

Coming home from the mosque, I told him about the answer to the sky to Amir.

“Mir, you know not?”.

“Tahu”.

“Know what Mir?”.

“La you ask what diq?”.

“You know the sky's answer to my prayer?”.

“Gak, how are you?”.

“Yesterday I prayed and the sky answered my prayer?”.

“Hahhh!!, which is really you”.

“Yes, so the sky told me to improve my faith and piety when I prayed to be able to have the niece of Pak kiai's son”.

“Hahahahahah”, amir laughed out loud hearing it.

“Why are you mir?”.

“Hahaha, not diq, sorry this before, it's aa.a.aa.aaaakuuuu. Amir while running away from me.”

“Amiiirrrrrrr...” with angry tone I chased after him.

The moral message: to want the best soul mate from God, is not how we try to get it, but how to strengthen ourselves to be with him.