The Light of Love for Seroja
CCUS 81: The Prayer of the Four Men

Sajadah has been held in a room that looks dim. There is only a sleeping lamp that is the source of light in every corner of the room, but in no way reduces all the peculiarities created.

Seroja rested on the prayer mat with a look of reverence. Her fingers gently caressed each tasbih granule with strings of sentences tasbih, tahmid, takbir and tahlil alternately. Worship and praise the majesty of Allah the Great, while being privileged to ask forgiveness for all sins and alpas ever created. Both of his hands looked up, trying to knock on the sky door to extend all the pinta.

Allah, Lord, I go to You, asking for guidance on the path I must take. Allahu Rabbi, You know better what is stored in the heart. Allah, this heart has long been attached to the figure of the man who comes near. I was well aware of all the khilaf and alpa that ever happened until I finally chose to let go. But Rabbi, today the man is coming back with a form of love far more perfect than ever before. A form of love that he carries with him clinging to the pleasure of Mu. Allahu Rabbi, You are the only One who knows what is best for me. If Randy is the best man for my life, for my religion and for my faith in You, then ease our way back hand-in-hand to go through each fate sheet in our lives. However, if not, may goodness always accompany our footsteps.

🍁🍁🍁🍁

In a room that looked dim, also seen a man who was looking down reverently, dissolved in his dhikr. A third of the night that felt so lonely, silent and silent seemed to increase the peculiarity of the man. His tears also fell one by one as a sign that he was dissolving in prayer and dhikr.

Rabbi, I am a sinner coming back to knock at the door of Your mercy. Yes Divine, this heart has long been attached to the figure of a woman who is so special in my eyes. The figure of a woman named Seroja who until now is still so I love. Rabbi, allow me to snatch her back into my arms. Loving it with love and affection that is endless to the end of our age later. I've done that mistake. And now that I have realized all these mistakes, allow me to correct them, Lord, of course, by taking his hand, to live our destiny together in a sacred bond. Again, allow me to hold and hold tightly his body in the arms that breathe the breath of Your love, Lord. Which I will never let go of, until You call me back into my lap.

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

In a room there was also a girl standing facing the Qibla. Raised his hand, tossed the pinta. Since his first meeting with a handsome young man who shaleh, make the girl more often to linger sitting together on the prayer mat. He poured out everything he felt on the Supreme Grasper of life.

🍁🍁🍁🍁

Allahu Rabbi, for the umpteenth time I have failed in a relationship. A woman that I would tie in a sacred bond of marriage, it all failed in the last seconds I could justify it. Forgive me if I have never been disappointed in You, Lord. Which may have plunged me into the abyss of disillusionment with all the ordinances of Your destiny. But I know that You know better than me what is best for me. When I wanted to fall back in love with a woman named Seroja, I again accepted the rejection. She refused because she still loves her ex-husband. Until at the end, the eyes of my heart opened to see the kindness and sincerity given by Adiba.

Allahu Rabbi, if indeed Adiba is a woman whom You have prepared to bandage all the wounds and disappointments that I have ever felt, meet us in Your Ridho Rabb. May You confirm my heart to welcome the presence of Adiba. I give everything to You, only to You the Lord of nature.

The handsome young man nan Sholeh ended his activities at three o'clock in the morning like this. To have fun with God, and to pour out all that he feels. Always surrender and surrender to all the rules of destiny that have been written.

.

.

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁