Ayesha was very serious about writing something this afternoon. His hands swerved nimbly on a piece of pink paper, his tiny mouth moving slowly without sound like chanting something. Every now and then his head looked up then back to the paper while smiling meaningfully. Nobody knows what he wrote.
An hour later the writing was finished. He heaved a sigh of relief, staring contentedly at the pink paper which was now full of words. Fold three parts evenly, neatly. Put it in a small envelope which is also pink. Poke glue in the mouth of the envelope and close it. How neat. Even on the front of the envelope until there is a small pink ribbon adorned the words Happy Valentine.
The grade 3 student who is fussy and agile immediately trots into her mother's room, thrusting the pink envelope in front of her mother.
"Ma, send it!" He said excitedly. His mother skimmed the purpose of the letter then smiled and nodded. Ayesha's face lit up.
"The postman said, it can arrive in one day right, Ma? Use special lightning? "
"Yes dear ...," Mama smiled again to hear the chatter of this youngest child. Look again at the front of the envelope: Dear Allah SWT. You know Mama what her child wrote this afternoon.
"When will you reply, Ma?"
Mama looked at Aisyah meaningfully, "Try closing your nose," Mama said later.
Aisha frowned in disbelief, then slowly closed her nostrils with her fingers, according.
One second…
Two seconds ...
Three seconds ...
"Bhuah !!! Hah ... hah ... hah ... hah ... hah ... "Ayesha only lasted eight seconds holding her breath. Mama chuckled, stroking Aisyah's hair fondly.
Aisha's shortness of breath, Ma! "Aisha grumbled angrily to her mother.
"Relieved after breathing in the air?"
Ayesha nodded.
"Now, that's the reply Aisha's love letter from Allah. Not even sent yet, Allah has returned Aisyah's love letter, right? "
"Oooo ..." Ayesha said softly. nodding understandably.
"God gives love and affection to His people every day, dear. Even before we say love to Him. No need for Valentine. "
Ayesha nodded again. "Does this mean that Aisha must send a love letter to Allah every day? Not just the 14th? Oh dear ... Aisha is tired of writing every day ... "
Mama laughed. "You don't have to use a letter, baby," Mama put Aisha on her lap, "You just need to pray and pray every day. Say to Allah, ‘Yes, Allah, I love Allah. Thank you very much for your favor ... "
Ayesha looked into her mother's eyes fondly, then smiled sweetly. Very sweet. A smile is proof of His love and love that never runs out. Timeless.
