The Mystery of Old Books
Distrusting
The sound of rippling lake ripples was heard clearly when the small sampan down the calm and beautiful lake in that place. The sunlight hit the water that reflected the sunlight like countless sparkling gems.
There, dozens of herons flew low along the horizon line, racing with each other to accompany the quietly sailing sampan, as if to guide their way. Screaming occasionally makes a beautiful nature symphony.
From afar, while enjoying the distinctive aroma of the lake, one would be stunned to see the bright sky filled with color as if a painting of a maestro.
Below it, the tower and dome seem to compete to support the sky. The sound of a melodious azan reverberates accompanied by birds that rotate gracefully in its tower and surf with the Istanbul wind.
Today is a day that really shakes the soul of Ila. He who yesterday laughed cheerfully and had fun is now the opposite. Hiding a painful feeling but unable to withstand the fall of tears.
Above a hill-like cluster, under a shady tree the leaves add coolness that collides with the heat of ultraviolet light.
The breeze that blew, making the grass waving as if to feel the sadness that Ila experienced but trying to make it calm.
White clouds as smooth as hearts that move like calm water, make someone who looks at him remember the Khaliq, the creator of a life.
The longer, Ila's chest was so tight that she spilled everything she harbored
in front of the lake.
"*Oh my God, if I could change myself. Suppose I was a strong man. Suppose I knew you a long time ago. Maybe I'm like a rock that can't be moved by just anyone.
...I'm sure I won't be this cool. I'm sure I won't be this asshole. Surely I won't be this big."...
..."But, what can I do? to me everything is like porridge rice."...
..."O God, let it all stay like this. Let this feeling remain in my heart. Let this taste continue to grow so that there is only MY LOVE WORD ONLY TO HIM SO THAT THERE IS NO LOVE LEFT FOR OTHERS*."...
..."O my merciful Lord, you are the righteous judge, if this is best for me, then set up O Allah. I am sure you will never waste any of your servants."...
Everything was poured out by the girl in the same place. Clear details sprinkled from her beautiful eyes.
Although the eyes cannot see Him, even though the ears cannot hear His words, at least the heart is not blind to receive all the truth that comes from His messengers.
..."*Oh Allah, please let my heart forgive all the wrongs that people have done to me, give me strength so that I can continue to be istaqamah in my life."...
..."O Ghafuur, forgive all my sins that are like scum in the great sea. Forgive all that my parents, the Muslim brothers and sisters have done, O Allah."...
..."I know that I do not deserve to be in Your heaven which cannot be described with words. Which has never been seen by the eye, inaudible to the ear, never crossed the mind of every person. However, Your servant must not be strong in hell whose torment I certainly cannot face, O Allah."...
..."O my Lord, make every step of me a journey to avoid the perversity that is running rampant. Verily you are a god who listens to the heart of your creature*."...
The breath that had once felt narrow, now became airy. The suffering that once tormented himself now simply vanished. Really complaining someone to his God is not playing.
Everything feels better when the heart is poured out on the creator in loneliness, even though He is Al-Aliim.
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