Hijrah in the Way of God
Divergence

In that spacious room, a clear-eyed girl wearing white mukena raised both hands. In the third of this night he pleaded with Allah to make his affairs easy. I hope he can be more patient in life.

After rubbing her hands to her face, the girl opened a book she picked up on the study table. Read it with shahdu. The Qur'an is indeed very powerful to eliminate the anxiety in the chest. No matter how busy we are, try to get used to reading the Qur'an every day even if only one verse. It's better than nothing.

Just as the girl named Rahma was closing the Qur'an, the voice of the azaan was heard. The girl fervently listened until it was over and prayed. He took the sunnah prayer 2 raka'at first before performing the dawn prayer. Sunnah Qabliyah dawn.

***

"Let's go, son!" Fatimah who had just entered the kitchen rebuked her son. "You're getting ready for late!"

The knife the princess held to cut the vegetables, she took over.

"But Ma-But

"Your school is more important than this." He cut off his daughter's speech. "It's mom's job not yours."

Sighs, Rahma resigned. "Alright, Mom. I'm getting ready now" she replied and left.

***

This morning the sun was shining. After descending from the angkot his father Rahma stepped towards the gate. Her white veil was buffeted by the wind as she walked. The student-student's reserve seemed degrading making him uncomfortable. The girl accelerated until she accidentally bumped into someone. Someone he doesn't meet today, tomorrow, or later.

"Sorry" he said slowly.

"Not eyes?" ignoring Rahma's apology, the man yelled instead. He looked at Rahma hate. "You've got your eyes on the cake, don't just crash." The handsome-looking young man snorted loudly, annoyed of course. "It's strange, '" he said again.

"It wasn't intentional." Rahma sighed, dealing with that person must be a long-term problem. Rahma remembered how the man had bullied her, laughing when he managed to prank her.

Mentally strengthening, he continued on his way to class.

***

"Why you?"

The long-haired beautiful girl asked as Ridho entered the classroom with a sour face.

Seeing Ridho just silent he spoke again. "That weird girl again?" guess it.

The young man glanced at him. "Hm."

"Why do people always make trouble continue with you," said the girl.

Ridho ignored him. The young man went to the bench and slept there. A backpack containing only one book he turned to the head. He came home last night at three in the morning after hanging out with his friends. It feels like he's very sleepy. Ridho yawned widely and closed his eyes.

At the same time Rahma appeared in front of the class. Entering the class after saying a greeting that was answered ogah-ogahan for some people there. Sitting on a bench that is inhabited only by himself. Not both like the others. No one wants to sit next to him. No one wants to get close to him. No one wants to be friends with him.

The difference in caste is very obvious here. People put it away because they don't have it. The son of a hairdresser and a hodgepodge seller, which would make them ashamed if they were friends with him.