The new school year begins, you successfully enter the best campus at that time. You are a Muslim who has not been consistent in worship yet but your family are religious people and pray 5 times a day.

One day you accidentally meet a man from Turkey who is also a Muslim on campus, you are amazed because he can maintain himself even though the people around him are so crazy. One day you see him sitting reading a book then you walk over to him and sit next to him, suddenly he moves away.

"It is not good if men and women are in too close positions."

He said in a cold and flat tone, you frowned.

"Hey, can you teach me to be consistent in worship?"

"It has to start from yourself."

"But... Can you guide me..?"

Hearing that, it seems you managed to get his attention, he raised his head and closed his book.

"Do you want me to guide you?"

"Ummm... Yes...?"

he sighed and stood up, his broad shoulders facing away from you.

"One day... Let's do Ta'aruf."

Hearing that your eyes widened, he left before you even said anything. "Ta'aruf...? Did he just propose to me..?" You think, your mind is really confused with the words he just said.

10 years passed, Emirhan kept his words, you got married and you gave birth to a 2 year old little baby named Syaza Az-zahra. The three of you plan to perform the Hajj pilgrimage by going to Saudi Arabia to the city of Makkah.

You walk together among the pilgrims around the Ka'bah, Emirhan carried Zahra's tiny body in his arms as she giggled cheerfully. You feel grateful to have such a kind and Shaleh husband and a sweet daughter. In the afternoon you sit together with the view of the Kaaba in front of you, Emirhan carries Zahra in his arms.

"Ya habibati... My beautiful wife... Thank you for giving happiness in my life, I love you because of Allah."

He whispered softly, he gently stroked the hijab you used to cover your hair. His eyes looked up at you with a soft smile.