The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
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This dawn ustadz Farhat was appointed to imitate one of the Musholas, located not far from his brother's house.

The tambun area. Because last night he spent the night there, the house of Pak lek from Ustadz Farhat itself.

With the chant of a verse that is not so long his letter, he led the way of two rakaat prayer and kunutnya well, until some praise poured out for him.

Ustadz Farhat Fathurohman, Indeed not the son of a kyai, but his family upholds Islamic sharia in their environment, making him obedient from a young age.

Until the age of twelve, Farhat began to live in pesantren until he was in high school. He was also a Hafihz from the age of ten, and became Hafizh thirty juz when he was seventeen.

Why are Farhat and Faqih friends? until finally Farhat also taught at the house of Tafiz, even though he himself was also a teacher of Religion in one of the Aliyah Madrasah with his PNS title should he have been established. But because of his love for children who want to memorize the Qur'an he decided to be willing to share his knowledge also in the house Tafiz belongs to the family Ustadz Rahmat.

The beginning of the Farhat meeting was because they often met in the Hafihz children's competition, until Farhat got a scholarship to study at the University of Indonesia.There they met again, too, he said, and enter the same faculty. Faqih and Ustadz Farhat are getting closer as they are active in the field of tilawah on the campus, and often hold Islamic shia events on their campus. (Before Faqih took S2 in Cairo)

On this dark morning, Ustadz Farhat stood on the pulpit. He gave a brief study in his morning lecture, about Tawakal.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim... Wawajadaka dallan. And He found you confused, and then He gave you a hint." Ustadz Farhat said, reciting one of the verses in Surah Ad-Dhuha verse 7.

"Why did I begin by reciting the Surah Ad-Dhuha? When we are sad, when we have a problem, when we are falling into the deepest hole, then read the Surah. Find out the content, there we will get the answer, because in fact life is never separated from what is called the test of life. So as best we are as servants of God who believe, we must have the nature of trust." Connect ustadz Farhat.

In the midst of her mission, there was a pregnant woman in the middle of the women congregation.

Qori Salbiah, a 20-year-old girl, was pervading every lecture that the ustadz brought her, until a tear fell on her cheek, with a hand that gently rubbed his stomach that had grown bigger, because it had entered the age of nine months. (You remember Qori, right? is Noah's best friend pregnant without a husband? In one of the Missing Chapters, the love Pledge novel Ustadz Irsyad exists huh? This is his fate now. 😊)

"Tawakal is a force for the believer, even he becomes a feature of faith. The higher a person's faith, the greater his or her reliance on God. Among the characteristics of a person who is grounded is the emergence of peace of mind in his life."

"So when all this time we often feel worried, often confused, often confused? So one of the keys to getting rid of all those uncomfortable feelings is learning to rely. Learning to depend on and surrender everything, problems and burdens of our lives to Allah SWT. If it is like that we must believe that God is the best who will take care of our problems, and believe that God is the best who can provide a way out in the midst of the impasse of our problems. We also believe God will lead us on the best path. Like the letter above I read at the beginning. That the man of trust is he who is able to believe that every thing that makes us cry, hurt, hurt, and to be disappointed is one of God's destinies that will build us into increasingly powerful characters and just believe that it is not eternal, he said, there will definitely be a point where we will meet with beautiful things that will make us happy afterwards."

"As an example we play level games? The higher the level, then we will meet a heavy opponent. And usually, we will fail first, we continue to repeat that level again until finally succeed and rise to the next level like that, right? Just play the game we can seistiqomah it, but why fight in terms of the test of life we give up, and blame others, even worse to blame God?"

Ustadz Farhat still continued his talk, until unknowingly Qori's tears grew louder, he touched his hands, dipped a little of his sleeve staring at the bruises from the father's hit last night, then closed it again.

The whispers in the back continued to hit. Indeed, they considered Qori to be a shameless woman, with her big belly she still wanted to bring up her nose in front of all the neighbors even though the sneers continued to be drawn towards her.

Qori wiped her tears, with a straight forward look.

Until the lecture of Ustadz Farhat is finished. Qori was still stuck there, when all the female worshipers had scattered out, actually not without reason he was sitting quietly on his alphabet, but pain in the abdomen.

'yes Allah... Could it be that I will give birth now?' inner Qori started moaning.

His ears began to hear a girl's moaning. At first he was not sure, and tried to listen again carefully.

"Swssshhh... Oh, my God." Rintih Qori again.

"It's not wrong, it's the sound of people in pain." Farhat moved quickly, he said bismillah and then opened the green curtain of the barrier between women and men.

"It's natural..." Farhat Gumam. "Mr? I'm sorry, are you okay?"

"Pe.. stomach, pain." Qori replied, looking panicked but still trying to calm down in Farhat.

"Sorry, is she pregnant?" Keep your distance from that woman.

"Is.iya ustadz. Aaaaaa..."

"Allahuacbar... How'this?" Farhat dyed, trying to find someone. Then back to Qori. "Su..Where's your husband? You came here with your husband, right?"

"Yetoo...." Qori was whimpering.

"Duh, how's this? Ma'am please calm down for a moment, tell me. Where's my husband?"

"Sa... I wasn't... Me... have su..suami us... ustadz."

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi roji'un." Farhat Gumam. "Then? How come?"

"To.please help me ustadz, my stomach hurts. Sa. I can't stand it." Hearing that the more panicked Farhat, he paced in and out of the mosque trying to find help. Until one of his brothers came. Farhat began to be relieved.

"Haydir...!!" Ustadz Farhat exclaimed at the 22-year-old man, who was approaching immediately.

"Mas Farhat is still here? Kirain is home." Ask Haidir.

"Please, get help. Anyone if you can be a woman and a man... Someone wants to give birth."

"Who?"

"Entah mas also does not know his name. Yes please... Hurry along!" Again running in, while Haidir ran looking for help out.