YOUR LOVE Brought Me To Jannah
MUKENA MAHAR OF AFNAN.

─⊱◈◈◈⊰🦋 Calamity Hikmah 🦋⊱◈◈◈

“Two do’a that will not be rejected: do’a when adzan and do’a when when it rains.” (CHR. Al Hakim and Al Baihaqi.)

The raindrops drenched the mortal earth..

Presents a soft aroma of soil that sweeps away the taste. Chanted word for word engrave prayer. This is one of the best times to ask. As the day progresses in hasty steps. This is the touch of His love to all the creatures of the universe.

Rained out...

The Rinaya descends with an infinite abundance of grace. Every circle of blessing flashed before the eyes, accompanying the mustajab prayers that flew over

Pray to the Lord of the universe with a longing lament. Pray as if you were a dirty and helpless dust. Ask full of mercy and expect forgiveness of sins

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Three days later.

After the incident, Afnan was immediately rushed to the hospital. But because it took too long to handle it made him fall into a coma, and it made Syafiqah sad. Especially when he was at the house Afnan, because he was told to rest, making him even unable to sleep. Because her heart was always imagined with her husband, who usually teased her often. The room was now empty without her husband.

"What happened to me? Why do I feel like this anyway? I couldn't sleep" murmured the Shafiqah, who looked like he had risen from his bed. And I don't know why he wanted to see the contents of Afnan's room. Because all this time he was so indifferent to the surrounding.

"What'sthis? Is this a photo album?" shafiqah muttered, as he opened the drawer on the table right beside his bed. Then he took the photo album. And then he sat back by his bedside. Then he opened the album one by one. There is a photo that is the center of his attention. Unknowingly, he smiled at the photo.

"This is My Husband? Humm... It turns out he is very handsome if it is like this," muttered Syafiqah. But after saying that, suddenly his heart was racing again.

"Huh..? Why is my heart like this again?" he murmured again as he clenched his hands, and then he smacked his chest, slowly, "Humm.. Why do I want to see him so badly? And this feeling is completely different from how I felt about Fariz. Is this a sign that I'm starting to love her?" muttered Syafiqah again, with the view still. leads to his photo of Afnan. Then he took the photo out of his album and put the album back in its place.

After that, Shafiqah again took the photos he took on the album. And he looked back at the photo, as he laid his body on his bed, "Hurry to heal Afnan, I miss you so much?" he said softly, with eyes that look starting to sayu. And before long, without feeling his eyes began to shut, with a hand that looks to be holding a photo of Afnan on his chest.

Two hours later, Shafiqah was jolted from his sleep. Because he heard the voice of the Adhan. Yes, because he now lives in a boarding house owned by his parents Afnan. Automatic every time he began to get used to hearing the sound of the Adhan in the mosque that was in the cottage. He usually ignored the Adhan's voice. This time, he seemed to wake up.

"Afnan once said that Allah is Good. Whatever His servant requests will be granted. Then I also want to pray ah! They taught me to abudhu. Now I should do ablution first," murmured Shafiqah, then he immediately rose from his bed. And rushed straight to the bathroom. And not long after he came out again with a face that looks wet with water wudhunya.

After that, Syafiqah also approached his closet and opened it visible on the top of the closet shelf there is a fold of white cloth on top of which there is a cool. Then he immediately took it, then for a moment he hugged the fold of white and cool cloth and then he kissed it.

"This is a dowry from Afnan. And today I will wear it Afnan" he murmured again, as he kissed the face again. After that, he immediately wore it. When he finished he put on the face. The face of the Shafiqah immediately changed, it looked as if he looked bloated.

"But how? I never prayed" he murmured again,

"Did I ask for Umi's teaching? But what does he say later, if it turns out that his ex-child does not know Salat? Akh bodo! What matters is that I can pray! Let's ask God to heal Afnan!" shafiqah murmured again. Then he began to step out of his room, looking for his mother-in-law. And just as he was about to descend the stairs, suddenly, he was startled by the voice of a woman from below.

"God's Masya... The beauty of Umi's daughter-in-law," said the woman who was none other than Umi Salamah, Afnan's mother.

"Eh, Um! Thank you Umi," replied the Shafiqah while sharing his shy smile, "This mukena dowry from his son Umi, please Umi" continued Syafiqah, as he showed the beautiful embroidered mukena.

"Yes, my dear, very beautiful! Moreover, you wear it, more beautiful," praised Umi Salamah, as she touched her chin Shafiqah.

"Eh, thank you for the compliment Umi. Oh yes Umi, hum.. Fiqah cannot pray Umi. Um..can Umi teach the Fiqah of Prayer? You see Fiqah wants to pray for Anak Umi, so that he quickly realized Umi," said Syafiqah lirih. He seemed so embarrassed and there was also sadness when he said his last sentence. So he just looked down at his face, to cover it up.

Hearing this, Salamah smiled gently, as she lifted the embarrassed face of her son-in-law, "Alhamdulilah, while he embraced the body of Shafiqah and then he also rubbed the head of Shafiqah with affection.

"Thank you Umi" said Syafiqah in his arms.

"Sama-sama Darling, yes it is now let's go, to the mosque ya Nak," asked Salamah, who happened to be he was going to the mosque.

"Okay Umi" replied Syafiqah. And finally they went to the mosque to perform the dawn prayer which happened to be the mosque is very close to the main cottage owned by his parents Afnan.

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