Pen at night I write this for you, January 13, 2009.
My friend, you see beautiful glowing orb in the blue sky tonight? Elegant soft glow around like a crown, or like the ladies serumpunan serve. Look closely, a perfect dazzling charm, charm memagnet not view it may be able to turn away. In the enchantment that our eyes met, reflecting the overwhelming desire to make a fence distances stretch of conference meetings. Targeting for a period of sharp nostalgia, that framed piece of memory on the episode about us.
My friend, you hear a symphony playing solemn night? Picked up a beautiful tune on the wind blowing softly, twisting on the branches and twigs, into the vortex of time, through the infinite dimensions, integrating our hearts have ever met in obedience to him, which had accumulated in the love of Him, who have united in a mission him. Who had visited each other's soul menopong when tired and frail.
My friend, when the night was quiet affectionate embrace, longing still selarik across here in the silence that spell out the meaning of the word ukhuwah. Clearly the eyelid when we shipped with your right hand up as loud shout Takbir, youthful spirit membuncahkan nan powerful, established a foothold as the Jundullah (Army of Allah) who has mewakafkan himself to preaching. And intentions in each memuarakan sold straight only to ridhaNya.
O .. My friend, wanted to kurengkuh all words, arranged a prayer verse, meaning every description of the reflection of this desire, menghujanimu with translucent granules mahabbah (love). Want kumekarkan flower buds in the courtyard of the soul, give you their perfume, menghisai a smile to the face tulusmu, and I see you happily satisfied.
My friend, there is a sense engraved in the heart of this. Sense that leads to love it. Which combines a sense of our souls in eternity ukhuwah. Sense that made the angels envious of us, because it brings a sense of longing and despair on the throne prayers.
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My friend, an entrenched belief in, if not in this world, may the eternal meeting in paradise, God willing. Aamiin.
For you in far, far away, which always kurengkuh in prostration, prostration long, knitted prayer I spoke in the evening, I Remember the pendaman taste. You have ever attended in the past.
