Angel Surgaku (Female Halalku)
27
Happy Reading's..
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Harry looked at the beautiful woman with a leather jacket covering her sexy clothes, in front of her.
"Let's go in" The woman clicked in annoyance.
"It's 11 o'clock. 1 Hour late bego"
"My dad is Nik. My time was told to take pictures of the house that wanted to be sold" Harry snorted. The woman finally got into the car and sat down next to Harry after hearing Harry's explanation.
They also started their journey to Bandung. Harry began to explain some of the plans they were going to execute. Harry had also prepared a house in Bandung, the house that Harry borrowed from his friend who works DJ in Bandung yesterday.
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Al - Iqra Mosque
Of Ashar.
"A Adam. A akbar said tomorrow we have njai holiday?" tanya The 5th grade girl represents her friends.
"Yes, tomorrow will be your last lunch" Risti joked. Adam smiled. Today it is Adam and Risti's part that teaches, as the rest of the members are preparing carts and pasting announcement papers.
"The day began to fast. Who is strong?" ask Adam. All brandished his forefinger in spirit yet only one boy did not brandish his index finger. Adam is confused.
"Latif ain't gonna fast?" adam asked to make all the kids look at Latif. Latif shook his head.
"Year of yesterday also Latif fasting, but even sick. So it's only half a day" Latif said honestly.
"Good, even half a day means Latif has tried to fast"
"Oh yes, 2 more days you guys get the usual rich salary. But his name is lightning rich pesantren of the year" Ratih gave information.
"Asikkp. Another race, huh?" Ask Aisyah.
"Yeah. Only, if the current year pasantren lightning longer. 2 weeks" everyone nodded in understanding.
"Udah at 4. What do you want to tell the story first?" ask Adam. They answered "the story"
"You want to tell a story about, the Story of Prophet Muhammad SAW Ahead of Ajal.
How noble and beautiful his morals O Messenger of Allah SAW Reminds us when the sacratul of death.
'On that day, the Prophet gave his advice in a stern voice,
"O my people, we are all in the power of God and His love. So obey and fear Him. I leave two things to you, the Sunnah and the Qur'an. Whoever loves my sunnah, loves me and the people who love me will go to heaven with me".
The brief sermon ended with the Prophet's shady eyes staring at his friend one by one.
Abu Bakr looked into those eyes glazed over, Umar his chest rose and held his breath and cried. Ustman let out a long sigh and Ali lowered his head deeply. The signal has come, the time has come.
"The Prophet will leave us all," sighed at the heart of all the friends at that time.
Beloved man, almost after fulfilling his duty in the world. The signs grew stronger, as Ali and Fadhal swiftly caught the dazed Prophet as he descended from the pulpit.
At that time, all the friends present there would definitely hold back the passing seconds, if possible.
The sun was high, but the door of the Prophet was still closed. While in it, the Prophet was lying weakly with his sweaty forehead and wet the date palm that became his bed.
Suddenly from outside the door came a man who cried out his greetings.
"Can I come in?" tanyakanya. But Fatimah did not allow him to enter,
Then he returned to accompany his father who had opened his eyes and asked Fatimah, "Who is that, my son?" .
"I don't know my father, people seem to have just seen it once," said Fatimah softly.
Then, the Prophet looked at his daughter with a trembling look. It was as if part by part the face of his son was to be remembered.
"Behold, he is the one who abolishes temporary pleasure, he is the one who separates the meeting in the world. He is the angel of death" said the Prophet, Fatimah held back her outburst.
The angel of death came to him, but the Prophet asked him why Jibril was not with him. Then Jibril was called, who had prepared before the heavens, to welcome the spirit of the beloved of God and the ruler of the world. " Jibril, tell me what my rights will be before God?" Ask the apostle in a very weak voice.
"The gates of heaven are opened, angels are waiting for your spirit. All heaven is wide open awaiting your arrival" said Jibril.
But it did not make the Prophet relieved, his eyes were still full of anxiety.
"You're not happy to hear this news?" Ask Jibril again.
"Tell me what will be the fate of my people?"
"Don't worry, Allah's Apostle, I have heard Allah say to me: I forbid heaven for anyone, unless the people of Muhammad have been in it" said Gabriel.
The seconds were approaching, it was time for Izrail to do the task. Slowly the spirit of the Prophet was withdrawn. It appeared that the entire body of the Prophet was covered in sweat, his neck veins stiffened.
"Jibril, how painful is this death." Slowly the Prophet complained.
Fatimah was closed, Ali who was beside her lowered her head deeper and Jibril looked away.
"Could you look at me, until you turn your face on Jibril? " Ask the Prophet to the angel of revelation.
"Who will be able to see God's beloved dead" said Gabriel.
A moment later the Prophet complained, because of unbearable pain again.
"O Allah, this terrible death, inflict all this punishment on me, not on my people."
The Prophet's body began to cool, his legs and chest were no longer moving.
His lips twitched as if he was about to whisper something, Ali brought his ears closer.
"Uushiikum bis-shalaati, wamaa malakat aipatukum - keep the prayer and keep the weak among you."
Outside, the crying door began to sound unpretentious, friends hugging each other.
Fatimah closed her hands on her face, and Ali brought her ears closer to the lips of the Prophet.
"Ummatii, ummatii, ummatiii!" -
"My people, my people, my people"
And the life of the noble man who gives that light ends.
Now, can we love like him?
Allaahumma sholli 'alaa Muhammad wa'alaihi wasahabihi wasallim .
How much God loves us.
Do not be restless when hated by humans because there are still many who love you in the world,
but be restless when God hates because no one loves you in the Hereafter.
(Note by Garry Joe Alexa on Wednesday, August 25, 2010 at 2:31am)"