Two Towers in the Malay Land: when two friends are united again is a fictional historical story about two young men from different countries.
One of them is from Indonesia, Hanif Arif Alamsyah, who is commonly called Hanif. The other is from Malaysia, Aiman Hafidz Ibrahim, better known as Aiman.
They were best friends when they studied in Malaysia, specifically at the International Islamic School Kuala Lumpur, located in the Gombak area of Kuala Lumpur.
However, as they chased their dreams and faced differences in opinion, they eventually went their separate ways. Each of them chose to prioritize their own pride and personal ambition.
But their separation only made them realize that they truly needed each other, because both of them were now facing serious problems.
The companies they had built were on the edge of bankruptcy, and they had already lost the trust of the public.
So, how will they rebuild their “business kingdom” and regain society’s confidence?
Keep reading and follow their journey.
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Disclaimer
This story is a work of fiction. All characters, storylines, and events in this story are purely the result of the author’s imagination. The use of real country names or real locations is only intended as the setting of the story and is not meant to represent any real events, individuals, or groups. Any similarities in names or events are purely coincidental. This story contains elements of violence, which are presented solely for narrative and entertainment purposes.
December 10th, 2017
Gombak – Malaysia
International Islamic School Kuala Lumpur
“Hey… Aiman!!!”
Hanif called Aiman from a distance.
“Yeeah, wait a second…!”
Aiman walked toward Hanif.
“What is it, Nif?” Aiman asked curiously, because he had been called.
“Look, Ustadz Latief is calling you,” Hanif said.
“What does he want?” Aiman asked.
“Well… you’re told to help clean the mosque,” Hanif replied.
“Huh?! Why me?!” Aiman said in confusion.
“Come on, go there. We’re short on workers!” Hanif said.
“Fine then… I’ll go there right now!” Aiman said with an annoyed expression.
Aiman immediately went to the mosque to meet Ustadz Latief.
Mopping the Floor at Baiturrahman Mosque
“Assalamualaikum, Ustadz,” Aiman greeted Ustadz Latief.
“Waalaikumsalam, Aiman,” Ustadz Latief replied.
“Afwan, Ustadz… did you call for Aiman?” Aiman asked.
“Yes, I called you to help clean the mosque floor… are you willing to do it?” Ustadz Latief said.
Aiman instantly felt annoyed because he was told to help with the cleaning.
Seeing Aiman’s upset face, Ustadz Latief felt uncomfortable and finally made a decision for his student.
“Alright then… if Aiman does not want to help, that is also fine… because cleaning the mosque requires sincerity,” Ustadz Latief said with a smile.
“Hmmmm… alright, Ustadz… Aiman will mop the mosque floor,” Aiman replied.
“Are you serious?” Ustadz Latief asked.
“Yes, Ustadz. Aiman is not lying.”
“Okay… but you must do it sincerely… how can you clean the House of Allah without sincerity?” the teacher said.
“Yes, Ustadz… Aiman is sincere… InshaAllah…” Aiman replied.
“Alright, go and take the mop cloth in the corner… then start mopping from the top floor to the bottom,” Ustadz Latief instructed.
“Yes, Ustadz,” Aiman answered.
Aiman immediately took the cleaning tools, then he went up to the third floor first.
After arriving on the third floor, he directly cleaned the floor from the front area to the back.
“I must be sincere… this is the House of Allah…” Aiman said in his heart.
He kept mopping, floor by floor, starting from the front, then moving to the middle, and continuing to the back.
“Huh… this is tiring… mopping is really exhausting,” Aiman complained softly.
“Eh… Astaghfirullah… forgive me, O Allah… Aiman has complained,” Aiman said, and he immediately apologized to his Lord after realizing what he had said.
One Hour Later
“Wow, are you done already, Aiman?” Ustadz Latief asked.
“Yes, Ustadz,” Aiman replied.
“Excuse me, Pak Tarno, may I ask how Aiman’s work is?” Ustadz Latief asked Pak Tarno to make sure the work was done properly.
“It’s good, Ustadz… Aiman did a great job. The floor is very clean,” Pak Tarno said while praising Aiman.
“Waaah… great! That’s how it should be! Later, Ustadz will tell your parents about this, so they can be proud,” Ustadz Latief said.
“Please don’t, Ustadz… Aiman is embarrassed,” Aiman replied.
“Alright then, go now. Your friends are already waiting for you,” Ustadz Latief said.
“Yes, Ustadz… Assalamualaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam,” Ustadz Latief answered.
Aiman immediately left and excused himself.
One Month Later
“Hanif, how many Juz have you memorized already?” Aiman asked.
“Hmm… I have memorized Juz 1, Juz 2, Juz 3, Juz 29, and Juz 30,” Hanif replied while trying to remember.
“Waaah… that means you already memorized 5 Juz… MasyaAllah… that’s awesome!” Aiman said, amazed by his best friend.
“Hmm… what about you, Aiman?” Hanif asked.
“Hmm… I’m still at 2 Juz, Hanif…” Aiman replied while lowering his head because he felt embarrassed that his memorization was still small.
“It’s okay. You can definitely reach 30 Juz… come on, stay motivated! You can do it!” Hanif said while encouraging his close friend Aiman.
“Okay… yes, my King!!! Hehehehehe,” Aiman replied jokingly.
One Year Later
Festival Islamic Center Kuala Lumpur – Kuala Lumpur City Centre (KLCC)
“Subhanallah… wow, this event is so lively!” Hanif said in amazement.
“Yes! MasyaAllah… I’m really amazed too,” Ismail said, a friend of Hanif and Aiman, who was also going to perform at the Festival Islamic Center.
“Yes, Mail… we never expected to perform at such a huge festival, watched by thousands of people,” Hanif said with a happy smile.
“Yes, Hanif… I also never expected to become the school’s representative for such a grand and interesting festival,” Ismail replied.
“What about you, Aiman?” Ismail asked.
“I’m really happy! I can represent the school and be part of the biggest festival in Kuala Lumpur,” Aiman said with a cheerful smile.
“Saaame!” Ismail and Hanif said together.
30 Minutes Later – The Event Begins
“Bismillahirrahmanirrahim… Assalamualaikum warrahmatullahi wabarakatuh.
Honorable Chairman of the Festival Islamic Center Kuala Lumpur,
Distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the Festival Islamic Center Kuala Lumpur,” said Azman, a well-known master of ceremonies from Malaysia.
“Alright, this is the order of today’s program:
First, an opening speech from the Mayor of Kuala Lumpur, Tuan Abdullah Majdi.
Second, a speech from the Head of Festival Management, Tuan H. Iskandar Darussalam.
Then, we will have a Zapin dance performance, a traditional Malay dance presented by Muhammad Azriel and friends from Tuanku Abdullah Malik Islamic High School Bangsar.
Next, there will be a religious band performance from International Islamic School Kuala Lumpur – Gombak, performed by Hanif, Ismail, and Aiman!!!
The third performance will be a Nasyid performance by Hida Muzdalifah and friends from Islamic School Darussalam High School Johor!!!
The fourth performance will be a Hadroh performance by the Al-Barokah group from Islamic Center High School Kelantan!!!
The fifth performance will be a religious band from Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan California – Kuala Lumpur!!!
The sixth performance will be the Inang traditional dance, performed by Widya and friends from Sekolah Menengah Kebangsaan Putra Terbaik Bangsa!!!
And the final performance will be presented by one of the most famous bands in Malaysia… none other than Naga Band!!!” the MC announced.
Opening Speech by Tuan Abdullah Majdi, the Mayor of Kuala Lumpur
Suddenly, loud cheers filled the audience, who were excited to watch this biennial festival—especially because a national-level band would appear.
“Alright, let us begin our event with the opening speech from the Mayor of Kuala Lumpur, none other than Tuan Abdullah Majdi,” said Aisyah Hidina, the second MC.
“Bismillahirrahmanirrahim… Assalamualaikum warrahmatullahi wabarakatuh, and greetings of peace to all of us.
Honorable distinguished guests,
Respected organizing committee of the Festival Islamic Fest,
special invited guests,
and all respected attendees.
Alhamdulillah, we express our highest gratitude to Allah SWT, because with His blessings and permission, we are able to gather together today at the Festival Islamic Center Kuala Lumpur.
This event not only celebrates the beauty of Islamic arts and culture, but also strengthens the values of unity, understanding, and harmony among the multi-racial society in Kuala Lumpur.
The organization of this festival truly aligns with the aspiration of Kuala Lumpur as a cosmopolitan city that emphasizes noble values, tolerance, and balance between physical development and spiritual growth.
Festivals like this serve as a meaningful platform to introduce the complete teachings of Islam—moderate, peaceful, and full of compassion—to all levels of society.
I would like to express my deepest appreciation and gratitude to the organizers, the volunteers, and all parties who have worked tirelessly to make this Festival Islamic Fest a success.
Indeed, this noble effort reflects the spirit of cooperation and care in building a society that is knowledgeable, well-mannered, and competitive.
It is my sincere hope that this festival will bring benefits, increase knowledge, and become a source of inspiration for visitors, especially the younger generation, to continue appreciating Islamic values in daily life.
With the words Bismillahirrahmanirrahim, I am pleased to officially open the Festival Islamic Center Kuala Lumpur.
That is all. Wabillahi taufik walhidayah. Wassalamualaikum warrahmatullahi wabarakatuh,” said Tuan Abdullah Majdi, the Mayor of Kuala Lumpur.
To Be Continued…
Writer: Reynaldo Edwin Pratama
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