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B. Arab Komunikasi [funniest moment] 😂 w/ ust Afif

assalamualaikum w.b.t !!!! 😂 hari ni, aku ada himpunan benda2 lawak 2 Hasanah waktu blajar b. Arab komunikasi dgn ustaz 'kebanggaan' kitaorg (lh sgttt  😂) , ust Afif Syauqii! 👤

Hari tu, kitaorg refresh Mubtadak Khobar,

sketsa 1 : lpstu ust tulis lah kat white board " .................. awwal jumlah ". Suhada pergi baca kuat2; " Awal Jamilah " . 😂😂😂😂 HAHAHAHA. lawak giler!

sketsa 2 : Ust tanya ; " sapa ada salin 'dhomir' dlm buku ? 📒 Suhada jwb " Saya!!!!!!!!!! " . " mane bukti? " tanya ust.
" DALAM MIMPI! 😂 "- Fadhilah dgn Suhada jwb SERENTAK. 😂🙌 HAHAHA

sketsa 3 : Ust tulis JENIS2 khobar, ust pun tulis " Anwa3 " (jenis2)..  Suhada tanya; " Anwak? ape bende tu? " 😅 Fadhilah dgn simple menyampuk ; " Anwar?  😐 " . HAHAHAH. lepastu Asmak jwb " Politik sgt lah korang ni 😁 "

sketsa 4 : Iffah tanya apa maksud " Comel " dlm Bahasa Arab.. 😸 Anisy Syahirah dgn lantang menjawab " Hoh senang jer! comel dlm bahasa Arab, GWIYOMI 😸 " Hahahahhahahahaha!!!!! 🌊🌊🌊🌊 laqak sampai kluar air mata. 😂

UST PUN SURUH BUAT LATIHAN. ✏📚

sketsa 5 : Nasiha buat ayat... " Abi (ayah saya) yarkabu (menunggang) 3ala kuda. 🐴 " Nasiha ngan Iffah konpius. nak taruk " Ala " ke tak... kalau taruk, means " Abi menunggang atas kuda. " -cam pelik je. HAHAHAHA 😂😂

sketsa 6 : Anis Zafirah tanya... " Ust2 kena buat ape? " . " Astaghfirullah!!! sakit tekak ust ckp kamu boleh tanya buat apa.. " 😹😹😹😹😹😹 HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Lawak2. gila2 lah korang ni. 😂 k bai.

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