Corner Short Story (@ _ ^)"Together Is Beautiful"
"Promise you kimiwo omotte bokuwaikiruyo tsunagatte iru kokorotokokorokaraPromise you tsutaetainowa tadaaishiteru chikauyo eienno kakerawo "a song that brought Super Junior KRY wake me from my rest tonight. I glanced at the clock on the my old phone screen, show at 04.00 pm. A demon that sucks again my eyes dangling feathers, making it heavy and difficult for me to open my eyes. Until a knock the door startled me "Nana .. nana ... wake up!". Well it sounds that my neighbor woke me want to go to the mosque. Finally with a vengeance rid of them they are still hanging on my lashes, they are watered with tap water is still very cold. SubhanAlloh ... it feels fresher than ever. I think they've drifted along just ablutions. Although I have never felt the air in Korea, but this time it feels like the early morning winter in Korea, "brrrr ...." bone-chilling cold, though it was still bandaged flesh, skin, clothes plus jackets."Oh dear ..." "... Allohuakbar Asyhaduanlailahaillalloh Allohuakbar Asyhaduanla Muhammadarrosululloh Haiya'alal Falah Haiya 'ala fala, Qodqomatisholah qodqomatisolah Allohuakbar Allohuakbar Laillahaillalloh"Apparently the mosque was echoed warnings that the prayer was about to begin, reflex me and my friends took to his heels, but the steps we stopped at the gate, fateful moment the gate was locked and we were all that was in there trying to open them, one by one key We can try, but no one has succeeded, one after the child was finally trying to open the gate in turn, turn the first child did not want to open the door, then I tried to open the door anyway and in my hand is still not willing to open up, I give the key to the Another friend, his hand did not show signs door signs to open, turn the fourth child is now to try, but are not like that door is still enjoying the break and never let us pass by.The girl who first opened it today to try it again, but still just did not want to open the door. We are still trying to open it. By the will of Allah as well, and perhaps because of our awareness of nearly eighty percent figure finally after children turn to -5 is willing to open the door. Concurrent five of us laughing together, happy laughter that broke the stillness of the gloomy dawn. Maybe the door was to be fair to the five girls who want to look Ridho Allah at dawn that morning, the door wants us all to feel how open he was not just one man. He taught us not to give in to the circumstances and remain compact in the face of something, like a broom stick would be useful when used with the other stick together, not just a stick.
We ran towards the mosque just so meters from the dorm of UUNES.Thanks to Alloh that still love me, still let me run in this lonely path, breathing air that is still beautiful, and the cold air biting, and still allow me to laugh along with it them all.Together is beautiful ^ - ^