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An Invitation

An Invitation

He used Edi's influence, as a fairly well-to-do citizen. In addition, he also used his expertise in negotiating with many people to get permission to establish a Quranic garden.

The result of continuing to live with religious leaders and some Muslims who are quite decent, very good impact, so they want to become small donors, for their activities. Now it has created an interesting learning place even though it is sober.

Initially he invited the little children around the house Edi play and study together, over time he invited them to teach. Then, the desire to make a garden Qur’anpun implemented after a few months.

In addition, he continues to grow vegetables. So, in recent months, the name Usfi began to be known by many people as the teacher of vegetable growers.

Peat soils that are there actually have the same fertility rate as the soil in general. However, the community is more dominant in planting palm oil, and palawija, because it is an easy planting technique and does not require intensive care. The area is indeed one of the best palm oil producers, so do not be surprised if many similar plants everywhere.

“Kak Usfi!” said Aisi, a sweet girl native to the region who has white and sweet skin, she and Ahmad are comrades in arms in establishing and educating children in their small madrasas.

Although small, but, the garden Qur’an it already has its own legalization. All because of the experience of Usfi with Sholeh fostering children in his village first. They have one big foundation, making the girl make her children's studies legally with a complete notary deed and can be accounted for. He had a dream of becoming like his brother who, although not a scholar, could benefit his religion and environment.

Moreover, he knows that being a teacher, is one way that can be used as charity if he is gone, because the teachings he conveyed are useful for many people.

“What's up, Ai!” sahut Usfi while sweeping the inside of the patrol Post which is now much larger.

It was early in the morning, and no children were going to teach, for they would come in the afternoon, evening or evening after the magrib, it was for the older children.

“There's an invitation, Brother!” aisi said again while panting, it seems like she was half-running.

“What invitation?” ask Usfi.

“From Bu Lurah!”

“Oh, try to see!”

Usfi opened an official invitation letter with PKK head there, which invited him to attend a meeting of the PAUD Mothers.

It has been more than a year running, until it is natural that the existence of the Qur’an park built by Usfi is known to many people in the local village. Actually he does not know what will be categorized as, his children's educational foundation, because he stands independently. However, it still includes early childhood education.

Moreover, he was self-conscious if his madrasah, being in their area, of course he had to attend the meeting as his contribution to the village community.

It turns out that Usfi was really taken aback when he came to the meeting, which was attended by PAUD principals and most of them were PKK village administrators or extraordinary cadres. They are women who are active in every village activity, including being teachers of early childhood education. Usually, their schools are mostly established by local village administrators.

Usfi did make the motto and name of his Foundation and his school, according to his own imagination that is “Qur’an Bergizi”

“So, what does Bu Usfi mean by naming it that way?” said Ms. Camat.

“The point is actually not just learn naji Qur’an, but teach gardening every day, and planting vegetables, then, if the spray has been harvested, will be cooked by the children themselves and eaten alone.” Usfi replied according to what he had taught all along.

Already many children have managed to plant in used canned pots that they named each, respectively, each child will grow more than one type of vegetable and they must be responsible for the vegetables they grow.

“Oh, so you are, Mom? Can be exemplified by another Mother PAUD, nih!” said Ms. Camat again.

“Please, Mom. I only take the initiative myself, although the Qur’an has been very nutritious in terms of sense and Ruhani, it would be nice if the food was nutritious.” Usfi again.

Since then, almost every week there are guests who visit his Qur'an garden school, from various circles. Including traders who ask for vegetable stocks from Usfi plants.

Although, it is not related to the school, but, the income obtained from the sale of vegetables grown by Usfi, is used for school operational costs.

Over time, the children do not have to find water if they want to water the plants, because Usfi makes its own wells for school purposes. That is only one of them, until from month to month, year, the activity of teaching and selling vegetables became the main activity that is popular and profitable.

Also berahala of course, because since Usfi sells vegetables, the neighbors around whose house is adjacent to Edi, do not have to be expensive to buy vegetables at a traveling merchant, he said, because they can pick for free and just give the infak money to the school seikhlasnya.

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Usfi was sitting in one of the restaurant chairs in the center of North Paster city, he was enjoying the juice after a few minutes ago, finished enjoying his meal.

He along with Ahmad, is now resting on the sidelines of regional seminars and is a speaker at the end of the event, as a source of inspiration for participants who are mostly early childhood educators.

“Bola!” Said a boy about the age of four, walking to fetch his ball rolling near Usfi's feet.

Usfi immediately turned his head and took the ball with a smile, then handed it to the little boy who was the owner. The motherly soul made her wave and rub the straight-haired head, gently.

The boy walked back to where he was before, and only stared at Usfi at a glance, with his innocent face. Suddenly the girl saw something on the child's face that reminded her of someone. His mind was still trying to remember ... who the boy looked like.

“Dad!” the boy shouted while throwing the ball.

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