Accompany Me with Hijrah
HIJRAH ?
It was still morning, but the black clouds were already rolling in the sky of Surabaya city. Thunderbolts sounded occasionally following the cold wind. The raindrops are now turning into large and increasingly heavy circles. The rain water soaked the streets of Surabaya.
The cold atmosphere made the stomach of Zarra who was following the course was rumbling. He did not eat breakfast this morning because he was in a hurry to go to college. Today he woke up late when his college started at 8. He woke up at 7 with a slightly dizzy head and hot eyes. He realized that he had been asleep for almost 15 hours. Such is his habit which can either be called a bad or good habit. When he feels sad, upset or after letting out his emotions, he will sleep a long time. That way, he feels better.
"At college today, don't forget next month you guys exam semester huh?," said Pak Adi, lecturer of psychology Zarra closed the lecture today. Zarra tidied up her books. He wants to go to the cafeteria and eat noodles made by a delicious canteen mother. He walked through the campus hallway. The rain was still pouring down, causing a chill.
Zarra was so relieved to see the canteen was a bit quiet. That way, the order will come faster. He took a seat a little bit to the middle so as not to be exposed to rain water. After ordering hot noodles and oranges, his eyes went around. He did not find Kinar. Not in class either. He breathed slowly. Disillusioned. Because there was nothing he could tell at the moment. While waiting for his order, he looked at his instagram gallery. Glued to one post on @key_nar account. That's Kinar's account. He uploaded a photo of his hand in hand. Not the photo, Zarra focused on the caption of the photo.
"Sir, here's the order" said the canteen maid, offering a bowl of noodle soup and a glass of warm orange. Zarra said thank you. Then he read the Kinar post again.
"Friends to jannah & Sovereigns seek companions who draw you closer to God and the positive, not those who remind you of worldly affairs".
Zarra coughed as she choked on the spicy noodle sauce. Moreover, read the caption Kinar who seemed to be offending him. He looked around, trying to see if anyone was watching as he choked. Some students in the corner of the canteen just turned their heads for a while and refocused on their activities. Zarra momentarily watched the group of students. There were 5 of them and all of them were hijab. One of them wears a veil. As if they had their own world, they seemed to be engrossed in talking about something.
Zarra sighed. He saw Kinar's post. Then press the 'like' sign'. He feels so lonely. Kinar didn't contact her at all. Is that as busy as he is or is he still angry because of my words yesterday?, inner Zarra. Whatsapp is completely quiet. He is not the kind of person who gets along easily with others. He is not used to starting friendships, because he is afraid he is not accepted. Because when he feels unsuitable or unable to enter the company of his friends, he will be a very quiet person. On campus, the only person who was friendly with him was Kinar and now somehow Kinar was slowly moving away. Zarra sighed and just fixated on the rain that was beginning to subside.
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Zarra entered his house lazily. He walked into the dining room. He saw Bi Asih cleaning the kitchen. He saw the dining table full of his favorite food. Tumben, interior. Usually Bi Asih will cook a little for him.
"Bi, how much cooking?" asked Zarra.
"Yes, Neng! Auntie's coming home tonight. There's studying. Immediately pray Isya there," replied Bi Asih still with his activities. Zarra let out a long breath. He pulled a chair and sat there. Take the chicken and bite it. Delicious, muttered.
"Review huh?," said Zarra half-murmuring, as if to himself. Bi Asih approached.
"Yes, Neng! No more ramadhan," said Bi Asih. Zarra just nodded without understanding what the maid meant.
"Who is the end?" asked Zarra again.
"That's the ustadz that's often on the tivi. Ustadz Adi" replied Bi Asih. Zarra just responded. But Bi Asih's attitude made her curious. The middle-aged woman looked enthusiastic. "There's an artist too, Neng! Later want to be discussed about hijrah, deh," continued Bi Asih. Zarra pensive.
"Ashik no endadznya, Bi?," asked Zarra again.
"Related? Well, Neng whose name ustadz is very clear about religion, how can be fun?! Ustadz Adi mah clearly it was delicious and very clear," Bi Asih replied innocently. Zarra laughed a little. He got up from his chair.
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- Mosque -
Zarra allowed his veil for the umpteenth time. He sat in the back row. His eyes went around looking at the study situation. Ustadz Adi in front is explaining what hijrah is. Honestly, this time he felt embarrassed, like the wrong costume. Jama'ah who came using a closed veil, while he only used a long veil just to cover his head. The front bangs are still visible, the tip of the veil is just clad in his neck. He also came in jeans and a pink shirt. He tries not to care and focuses on the ongoing lecture.
"Hijrah is in fact moving. Move like what? Moving to a better place, or we can mean moving from the bad to the better. Moving from a bad lifestyle to one that God diridhoi. How-how? We start with ourselves first. Should I wait for guidance? Nah! That hideyah was picked up, huh? Not expected! Jama'ah all willing to attend this study alone includes guidance," explained Ustadz Adi.
Zarra continued to follow the lecture with focus. It feels like this is an exciting study. Ustadz Adi explained well about hijrah, the privilege of hidayah and not infrequently interspersed with humor. In this study, they also invited one of the artists who had hijrah, Teuku Vishnu. The experience of hijrah from Teuku Vishnu is also very motivating. Usually when following the study, it will be sleepy, but here it is fun. Zarra focused until the end of her studies. He even felt a little unwilling that this study would end.
After the study and prayers, Zarra and Bi Asih returned home. On the way home Zarra pondered a lot. Especially about hijrah. It is echoed by the speech of Ustadz Adi. Switch to a lifestyle that is in accordance with the Islamic Shari'a. That good? That interesting? Until they decide to emigrate, inner Zarra. His heart kept asking and weighing.
"Neng, how was the study?," asked Bi Asih disperse the Zarra daydream. Zarra just smiled and nodded. It did not feel like they had arrived in front of the house. They went inside the house. Zarra folded her veil while walking. As soon as he reached the dining room, he pulled up a chair and sat there. Bi Asih offered a glass of water to Zarra. He took it slowly.
Bi Asih looked at his master. Looks like a tired man. He did nothing all day except college. Bi Asih smiled because it was a sign of Zarra's mood that was not good.
"You want to make warm chocolate, Neng?," Bi Asih tried to offer Zarra's favorite drink. Zarra. He looked at Bi Asih deeply.
"Bi, try sitting here," Zarra called out to the chair in front of her. Bi Asih approached and sat down in front of Zarra.
"Bi, emmmm.soal the study. If there is another study, Zarra can come?," asked Zarra hesitantly. Bi Asih smiled.
"By atuh, Neng," Bi Asih replied with his Sundanese accent. Zarra smile. His mind went back to the talk. Should he also go hijrah? What is the guarantee if he emigrates will get a better life? or maybe heaven? Where should he start? All of those thoughts suddenly shrank his head. Suddenly he remembered the group of students he had seen in the cafeteria. Zarra knows one of them. The veiled one, his name is Ashifa. She is famous as the only veiled student on her campus. Should he ask Ashifa? How start? he murmured in the heart.
"Bi, so be it! Make a warm chocolate, bring it to the room?," Zarra pinta as she breezed towards her room. Bi Asih smiled as she shook her head looking at the behavior of her master.
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