I love You

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

(In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful )

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While waiting for others, my eyes wandered around the cafe. Stopped at the black box that keeps on showing advertisements. Then again wandered to watch people's behaviours. Until my eyes caught a man.

He was around twenty, a standard age to be here in university. White face, thin beard, a bit long face. He looked so nice. My eyes stopped there for a while. Ignored others. Then, he stood up, walking towards the western shop and took a plate of food.

It was a chicken chop.

He sat down slowly, placed his plate on the table, adjusting his leg and recited a du'a.

Then he began to touch the chicken chop by using his bare hands. No fork nor knife. By using three fingers, slowly he tore the chicken chop to pieces. Picked it up and into his mouth.

He chewed slowly and looked very appropriate. His eyes stuck at the meal. And sometimes to the black box at the right side. My eyes resisted to go away. Kept on him, eating.

Until my friends stopped me.

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What attracted me the most was, his acts. Following the sunnah of Prophet Muhammad, the final messenger. His loves towards the Prophet can be seen clearly.

I admit, I'm away from that, I say I love the Prophet yet I leave the words hanging. So, here I say it again with a realization that I'll definitely follow his sunnnah as much as I can;

Ya Rasullullah..! 

I love you.