Tell the shining star
Clear night sky... Crescent in the western horizon. I, much like the night with the moon that blind. Moreover, if power outages. It had been so often experienced Banjar city electricity went out. My heart will shout for joy when the lights died. No matter the next morning there was nothing I leave office clothes. No matter if tomorrow morning to draw wells if you want to shower. Let it be, which is important I can enjoy the beautiful night sky. Sleep terrace home. Looking at the sky. Beautiful. So beautiful. Sometimes I fall asleep. Hope one day I can buy a star telescope. Looking at the stars.
I gave a recorded fantasy. Navigate the various walls of the city. Stepping on the mosques. So grand. This town mosque, grand and has charisma respectively. Mushalla wide. Big yard. A thick mat. A lot of fans. In fact, sometimes up to refrigerated air. People who fall asleep. The people who reading qur'an. Establish the prayer. Assessing the yellow book and other books. remembering around. There are also empty. Silent like waiting burned again. Where is everyone? I do not know, maybe more fun go to shop coffee. Or in field. Or sea. Or was busy signing important files. Ah, if only all could understand how beautiful the stars.
Star, a masterpiece of unparalleled, unmatched. Beautiful glow. Parent did not blush. But when I saw the earth, the noise lasted exclaimed. stubborn with others. Mutual embezzling state. Star, always a guide for fishermen amid the darkness of the ocean. Stars, amid a month decorating gone. Star, became the solace of the night for those who grieve. A troubled heart. A restless heart. Star, always giving light. In the dark night. In dense clouds. Still shining.
I believe, that everything he created is the lesson materials. To understand the greatness. At least that was the thought. Or, it could be for as evidence. Behind everything that there is a sign for the politic. Acknowledge its existence. Or, do not know. So many meanings and lessons that will unravel. I wonder how else describe the beauty.
Stars give light. Islam is the light. His people are carriers of light. Provide information in the dark. Delivering the instructions to those who are lost. His people, which amounted to so many. Making such a beautiful night. With flickering light. Various forms. But decorating the night together. Beautiful is not it? I sometimes would sit pensively. Corner of the mosque while enjoying the scenery around. What is it..? Why is one with the one arguing. Dropped and blasphemous. Heathen! Hypocrites! People of bid `ah! Keep going like that. Since the defamation porter died. People of this light carriers lost by the star.
Beating the drums of war with each other. Pulled the trigger in the direction towards the brothers. War. Like star wars. Until finally no longer pushed beautiful light. But a black hole which sucked people. Spinning. Can never again know what is right. Which is wrong. Who else is a friend. Who should be on defense. Everything is blasphemed. Not left not right. Front and back. the urge everything. As heaven is so small.
Occasionally, try to enjoy a starry night with no moon. Look at how many stars there are suspended. Look at how many constellations and shape. Is not all of it does not collide. Is not there no one to say that light is the brightest. Most beautiful. Nothing. It's all the same trying to decorate the night. Giving light. Fishing guide. No busy blasphemous. No one was excited by the debate. One united to establish a harmony.
Muslims diversified groups, such as star-constellations. Human understanding, while not a star. Who should be more noble? I can only bury wondering. star constellations can provide illumination in the dark night. Muslims with diversified groups often creates even amid light intensity. No one can learn from the stars...?
Really, anyone among you who live after me, would find a lot of disputes, the obligatory upon you to hold fast to the Sunnah and Al-Khilafat-e-Rashidah who had been given instructions after me [Reported by Tirmidhi and Abu Dawud, saheeh].
That night, I lay down and closed her eyes. Hoped it would not change immediately because the heart still longed for peace.
