The Love of Habib
Chapters 21.11
Everything feels like a dream. From the moment that habib Khalid took her away until she woke up on the same bed, everything felt so overwhelming. Because this relationship happened so suddenly, for a moment he felt that this could not be done, this was a great sin because they were not mahrams. But there was a voice in his heart that said that this was not something wrong, that what they did was not a sin, and naturally this should be normal. Crazy, right?
He didn't know why he felt this way. A natural feeling that has never been felt in this life. Aside from Habib Khalid, no man can make it like this.
"Allahuakbar...." The sound of the first takbir resounded in the room, infiltrating Aish's hearing and possessing the deepest part of his heart.
There's a light vibration there. Not sweet, ah, there is indeed a sweet taste but more than anything that dominates his heart now is longing. The last time he felt this feeling was when habib Khalid led prayers at the mosque. The moment was always memorable in the heart, as if Habib Khalid had been a priest only for him.
Drifting away by this feeling, Aish lowered her head, staring at the surface of the prayer mat below. Then, in a dream-induced hope, he raised his hands and said Allah's great name, Allahuakbar.
Then he fell in his sweet charms to rest before the Creator, at a time when God came down to earth with the armies to speak directly with longing servants, listen to the complaining servants, grant the prayers of the needy servants, and embrace the servants who are trapped in grief, despair, adversity, and pain. At that moment, God whispered to them to convey a glad tidings that it was fortunate that those who prostrated themselves in the third night, left a deep sleep to talk for a moment with the Creator, who was the Creator, know that those who are fortunate are the characteristics of the inhabitants of heaven that Allah has described in the Qur'an.
"Assynoltom..." The habib ends with a greeting to the right and is followed by Aish at the back.
Then habib Khalid continued with dhikr and prayer. It took them half an hour to complete everything until they finally reached the stage to worship Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala.
The only thing Aish regretted was that she could not understand Arabic at all!
The language he understood was very shallow compared to every word spoken by the habib. Habib Khalid prayed aloud, but Aish could not understand what he was saying.
"Sister Khalid, why are we praying tahajud here?" After finishing Aish let out a voice to ask.
"Don't like it?" Instead of answering the habib even asked back.
Aish hurriedly shook her head in denial.
"No, I love it, brother. But if in the mosque we pray together, then why does not Khalid pray in the mosque?"
Habib Khalid smiled knot.
"Isn't it clear? That's because you're here. If you were in the mosque, I would have prayed there. But tonight you're here, so why am I going to the mosque? Prayer congregation in the mosque does have its own value, but prayer congregation with you also has a special value of worship. After all, we are also here praying together."
Aish understood what the habib had said, but at the same time he found it difficult to understand.
"Don't think too much. Now take the Qur'an and begin your memorization. I want to hear how far you go as long as I'm not around."
Aish's curiosity was instantly sidetracked when he heard the rote mentioned. The memorization to the habib was much more thrilling to Umi, this made her very nervous.
"Ba-good, brother!"