Thaha
Me, You and God as Witnesses

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I came out of the dressing room with a beautiful veil outstretched to the toe, a ribbon-framed Lily flower resting comfortably in my grasp, a beautiful thin scarf adorning the veil I was wearing, she said, thin makeup or the usual in say no makeup-makeup look adorn my face which is usually plain without makeup, sweet simplicity

mother and khola led me down the stairs.I sat in the middle, in the flank of two beautiful angels, to my right there was my mother of course, and to my left sat a sweet beautiful woman with a typical European woman face, she looked at me with a gentle gaze and a thin smile full of happiness. her tender hands led my hands to curl up in her fine arms.My heart whispered if this woman was the mother of the man who would soon be my priest

"Hi, Zu"

she greeted me with her soft, melodious voice, no wonder Louis had a distinctive voice, it turned out that the mother was too

I led her hand to kiss and I stuck it on my forehead, as a tribute to the woman who bet my life takes my soulmate to see the world

"Auntie"

I was confused about what to call him, so just in case, since our culture is different, let him correct me if my call is wrong

"call me Mommy, like Louis did" (call me mom, like Louis called me)

I felt a soft elusan on top of my head and it strengthened my heart to call her Mommy, wasn't she the mother of my husband, which meant she was a mother too....?

"Mommy"

I called out to him with a smile on my lips

our conversation was interrupted when I heard the melodious recitation of the Qur'an, he read the beginning of the letter I knew so well "Thaha" a sentence that only God knows its true meaning

although so many of us who try to guess the meaning contained in it, there is a meaning as the opening sentence of the letter.some say that Thaha has a special designation meaning for Rasullullah, which is not a word that is used, there are even mentions of the meaning of Thaha is "hi man", a call to men loved by Allah, those whom Allah guides through the Qur'an, Al-Huda.

I do not know why Louis chose the letter of Thaha among the 114 existing letters of the Qur'an, but certainly when he recited verse by verse eloquently, I felt like I could absorb the message of God's love contained in it.

how Allah shows his love for every servant of faith, how Allah is always with every one of his servants, and how does Allah give the warning and the promise of enjoyment which he will provide for his servants who always hold fast to the Qur'an, to every servant who lives this life by the perfect rule of Allah.

from every verse that bounces off as if I could understand the implied promise that Louis was trying to make, I seem to understand that Louis is currently promising if he will guide me with the Qur'an, it was as if he had promised that he would adorn the days of our marriage with obedience to God

This man always brings unexpected surprises from the very beginning we meet, somehow I have to thank God for this one blessing, God's love is so great, so great, he is Ar-Rohman and Ar-Rahim.

my tears were already unstoppable, the crystal now drenched my cheeks, even I had to bite my inner lips so that my voice would not be heard, my trembling back was held in the arms by two great women who were now also sobbing in silence with me, Mommy clasped my hands tightly, she said, as if he wanted to strengthen me so as not to break back in tears

somehow the fate of my makeup, I just hope that my eyes do not blacken and that my cheeks are not split by tears that will make me look terrible, even if my makeup is not how, I can not, but the name is also a person is crying where there is still look beautiful...? except in the movies, that too has certainly been on touch-ups many times

I tried to regulate the breath that was still stingy, while Mom and Mommy were busy wiping away my tears that were unceasingly flowing when Rama began to say ijab

"I married and I marry you ananda, Louis Aslan ferrero bin Corradeo ferrero with my biological daughter Atiya Az-Zuhruf bint Aiman Az-Zuhrie with a dowry of 100 grams of gold jewelry paid in cash."

there was a short pause before I heard Louis's voice again, even I heard clearly his heavy breathing, probably because the microphone was too close....? or my ears are more sensitive than usual....?

"Bismillahi arrohmani"

the word sounded softly in my ears, before then followed up with a loud voice when saying qobul

"I received the marriage and marriage of Atiya Az-Zuhruf bint Aiman Az-Zuhrie with a dowry of 100 grams of gold jewelry paid in cash."

Louis said it in a long breath, even until now the sentence was still ringing in my ears even though the words of gratitude intertwined

I felt a subtle pat on my right hand, as if mother wanted to reassure me that everything would be fine, while Mommy still faithfully held my left hand warmly

when I met the man who was now my husband, my mother led me to the side a little away from the women gathered

I was still standing behind the satire with mom and Mommy.it was just the three of us while Khola remained in the ladies' seats, anxiously I waited, waiting, until the satire in front of me slowly opens and shows a male figure that from now until later will accompany me in joy and sorrow, the man whom God chose to lead me to an encounter with him, in his paradise later.in the Lord

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh, yes Albi"

this is his first greeting when our status has changed to halal, not like the previous greeting that mentioned my name, this time the call that invited a smile was used to call me

that word feels good in my ears, what else if spoken by the right person

"wa'alaikum salam warohmatullah wabarokatuh"

I don't have a special call for him at the moment, and if I call his name like before it feels like it's going to feel lost with his very romantic call to me

it is true that the Prophet exemplified to call the Wife with a special vocation as a form of affection, but not in front of the parents as well, Zu was ashamed!

mom asked me to kiss Louis' hand as a gesture of respect, and also as a sign that we were halal, and of course we were allowed to shake hands, just because it was new, it was, making it take me a few minutes to greet Louis' outstretched hand, I tried to stretch out my hand a few times but in the next second I pulled him back, my hand felt stiff, I could even feel the increase in sweat in each second

it turned out that not only was I still feeling nervous and embarrassed to shake hands, I saw Louis too so, he repeatedly pulled his hand and made a grasping motion and stretched out again in the next second, he said, it turns out we are the same!

"not what, it's okay"

I turned to my mother with a face begging for this to go through, but all I got was a firm slug from my mother

as for Louis' father or should I call Daddy to match my call to Mommy....? he said something a little funny in my auditory senses

"it's time to open up, buddy"

god, what kind of joke is this....?

I apologize that the father-in-law is no longer Ramadan, not Monday or Thursday as well, and it is still too early to break the fast, or break the fast in another sense.....?

I don't know, only they understand the meaning

"Zu, let's say hello to your husband"

mother asked again and at this time even mother's hand led my stiff hand to come into contact with Louis's hand

the electric shock that tickled my nerve endings seemed to be sending a new signal to my body and brain, a strange shock that I had just felt for the first time, the sting when my hand touched Louis's end

o Allah, with a racing heart I tried to grasp the hand myself, and slowly bowed my face "bismillah" I spoke softly just before my lips and nose touched the back of his hand

as I was about to move the back of Louis's hand to touch my forehead, as I used to do when I shook Rama's hand and mother's, I felt a warm sweep of Louis's hand touching my crown, and the next second the do'a chant that sounded melodious in my ears sank shahdu

"the bismillahi arrohmani arrohim, O God, I ask You for the goodness of himself and the good You have set upon him. And I take refuge in Thee from his ugliness and the ugliness which Thou hast set upon him"

I tried to hold back my tears so as not to drip back, but still the crystal-clear granules wet my eyelids again. how could I not be moved when he treated me with such tenderness....?

I said "aamiin" after he finished saying the do'a, and continued my delayed movements, touching the back of his hand on my forehead

then I slowly took my hand and straightened my back

her trembling hands stretched out to wipe away my tears, even when I had not had time to rewind my head

it is also impossible for me to suddenly rewind my head when the man who is already my husband wants to wipe away my tears, what people say later, what people say, no one else saw it except our parents

if after shaking hands there will be a procession of kissing the wife's forehead, in contrast to Louis, instead of kissing my crown he even menjwil tip of my nose

weird isn't.....?

I don't know what that means

I don't get it

is it possible because in the hadith his advice is to hold the crown and not to kiss it so he did it, or how.....?

“When one of you marries a woman or buys a slave then hold the crown and read ‘basmalah’ and pray with a prayer of blessing while saying: “Yes Allah, please read , I asked for his kindness and the kindness of the character he brought. And I took refuge from his ugliness and the ugliness of the habits that he brought“. (CHR. Bukhari).

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