Accompany Me with Hijrah

UMI FATMA

Zarra woke up at seven in the morning. The first thing he wanted was his phone. Shit, he murmured in his heart. He forgot to charge his phone last night. As a result, now the phone has run out of power. He woke up and immediately charged his phone and rushed to take a shower.

After the shower, he tried to turn on his favorite phone. It's 60% charged. He transferred the cable to the powerbank so he could take it down for breakfast.

Under Bi Asih has prepared a set of toast, a cup of milk coffee and a small bowl of cut fruit. Zarra sat at the dining table. His eyes were fixed on Bi Asih. The middle-aged woman appeared to be weeding vegetables for Zarra's lunch.

"Who is Asih?" asked Zarra as she sipped her coffee. Bi Asih looked smiling.

"Again kutihin spinach for Neng Zarra. Eneng kan seneng same vegetable spinach. So yes want aunty makein so Eneng doyan eat again," said Bi Asih. She understood Zarra's taste. Zarra let out a long breath. Bi Asih is indeed a concern, these few days he rarely fills his stomach properly, especially since the incident with Malik. He looked back at Bi Asih. Bi Asih always uses a veil. He also knew his favorite maid never left the prayer 5 time. Even every Friday afternoon he will entertain Bi Asih to attend regular studies at the complex mosque.

"Why Neng? How do you think about Bibi?" asked Bi Asih. Zarra smiled and shook her head quickly.

"Bi, the spinach is cooked later in the afternoon. I think lunch is the same, ", said Zarra.

"Sama Mas Malik ya Neng?," seduced Bi Asih while chuckling. Zarra smiled wryly.

"No, Bi. I broke up with Malik" Zarra replied quickly. Bi Asih then smiled gently to pay attention to her beloved lady. Since Junior High, Bi Asih has joined the Zarra family. So he knew the princess well.

"Patience, Neng. Perhaps a momentary emotion Mas Malikang," said Bi Asih trying to calm Zarra. Zarra.

"No, Bi. Breakup next. He did not want to date, wanted to marry immediately!," replied Zarra. Bi Asih just smiled hearing the romance of young people today. Disconnect like a clothesline.

Zarra let out a long breath. He returned to his cell phone, looking through his Instagram posts. He saw a Kinar post that appeared to be following a study at a mosque. Until now Kinar has not contacted him. Maybe he should contact Kinar first. Yes, later after returning from Asyifa's house, he will try to contact her.

 

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the House of Asyifa -

Zarra sat on the terrace of the house of Ashifa. He looked around. Asyifa house looks beautiful despite its simple shape. Not high-rise but broad. The home page of Ashifa is wide. In front of his house there is a small mushola that looks very cool. Actually Ashifa had invited him into the living room, but Zarra was more interested in sitting on a teak chair on the terrace of the Asyifa house. Suppose this was his own house, he would have been lying down and enjoying that comfortable nap.

"Zarra, drink yuk!," cried Asyifa out of her house while carrying a tray of iced tea and snacks. Zarra looked astonished to see the tray of Ashifa. There were 3 glasses of iced tea there, while they were just the two of them. Perhaps for the ustadza Asyifa told him yesterday, he murmured inwardly.

"Fa, you sure you're okay? I don't wear a headscarf" Zarra said. Asyifa smiled and shook her head.

"You should have prepared. 'And we have made a covenant from yesterday" answered Asyifa. Zarra blushed in shame. Yesterday he had a lot of free time, but was busy with other things. Actually he hesitated because he did not have a collection of veils. He also does not look wrong costume as in yesterday's recitation.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong," I'm Zarra half-cocky. Asyifa laughed a little. It was funny to see Zarra as a child, so fast.

"Sorry, sorry, kidding, Ra! It's nothing" said Asyifa still with a crisp laugh. Zarra glanced at Asyifa, a second later she laughed along. They looked familiar like they had known each other for a long time. Only one day they got acquainted. Maybe because Zarra's lonely heart, wants the presence of a friend.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mi. This is Zarra, Syifa's friend at the college that Syifa told Umi yesterday" Asyifa replied. This woman called Umi by Asyifa was staring fixedly at Zarra. "Ra, this is Umi Fatma, the ustadzah I want to know you. At once, umi me," continued Asyifa introduced Umi Fatma. It turned out that his mother was Asyifa, his inner being. Zarra smiled and kissed Umi Fatma's hand.

"I'm Zarra, Auntie" said Zarra. Umi Fatma nodded with a smile. "Call me Umi" replied Umi Fatma. Zarra nodded.

"Then, what do you want to ask Umi?" asked Umi Fatma. Zarra looked confused. He doesn't know where to start. "News aja. Don't hesitate" said Umi Fatma again. Zarra looked at Umi Fatma. Then he took a deep breath and began to tell me about Malik and the incident came to the lecture yesterday. Umi Fatma seemed to patiently listen to Zarra's story.

"Until now I was confused where to start. Honestly, I'm not too sure about the hijrah" Zarra concluded. He lowered. Umi Fatma sighed.

"Son, Malik, your ex-boyfriend is right. In Islam there is never a word of courtship. Be grateful, Malik and Kinar invite you to hijrah. The prayer should not be waited for, but it should be picked up. Positive thinking. Perhaps Allah is now inviting you to study Islam again, more closely. Who knows, after knowing Him, you will fall in love with Him" said Umi Fatma. He knew that Zarra was now being controlled by his ego. He's curious. If he goes wrong, misunderstands, it could be bad for Zarra. He began to think about how to guide Zarra slowly so that the knowledge conveyed could Zarra receive well.

Zarra was still pensive to hear the words of Umi Fatma. "Son Zarra prayed?," asked Umi Fatma softly. Zarra shook weakly. He seemed embarrassed to answer. Umi Fatma sighed again.

"You're a Muslim, right?" asked Umi Fatma again. Zarra nodded. "Son, prayer is obligatory for Muslims. It was a very simple worship. Just take 5-10 minutes, 5 times a day. Prayer brings you closer to God. You can confide in God whatever your problem is. Allah is All-Hearing" Umi Fatma said. Zarra pensive. He even forgot the last time he prayed.

"Umi, sorry before. Is there a guarantee that I can go to heaven? Or can my life be as comfortable as it is now? Honestly, I feel enough about my life now. Why do I have to go?" Zarra finally tried to get out the question that had plagued her head this past week. No, the inner Umi Fatma. Umi Fatma smiled at Zarra's question.

"Son, in the Qur'an it is already explained that every Muslim will get his paradise. However, to indicate that you are a Muslim, you must perform the minimum required worship. The required worship is prayer, fasting, zakat and hijab for a Muslimah. Heaven's guarantee? Insha Allah, because Allah gave us the privilege as women to choose any door of heaven to enter it" said Umi Fatma. Zarra nodded.

"The life of this world is only temporary, son. That which is eternal is in the Hereafter. When you do what Allah has commanded, God willing, you will be made easy in all matters. If you feel comfortable with what you have, be grateful. In what way? Prayerfully. Be careful of worldly life! For it may be that your comfort at this time is a test from Him. Whatever you have belongs to Allah, can be taken at any time," explained Umi Fatma again. Zarra then fell silent. Umi Fatma's explanation answered Zarra's doubts and questions all along.

"Umi, sorry once again. Is hijab mandatory? Because honestly, Zarra is not ready to close the law considering the behavior of Zarra, Umi," said Zarra again. Umi Fatma again smiled softly typical of motherhood.

"Yes! For Muslim women, hijab is mandatory! It is clear in the Qur'an. Do not wait for good behavior because we humans are the wrong place. The truth is that hijab first, your behavior will definitely follow. Shame on the hijab later. And the rules of wearing a hijab must close the chest, do not just follow the trend alone. It must be intended for Allah" replied Umi Fatma. Zarra nodded back. Today he really gained new knowledge.

"What if I'm not ready, Mi?" asked Zarra.

"The name is mandatory not to wait ready or not. Whether ready or not, it must be done. Remember, Son! That special name will be guarded. If it has been spread, will it remain special while it has been enjoyed by many eyes? And you know, son, your sin is not borne by you alone, but by your father, too" said Umi Fatma. Zarra. He doesn't know about it. He even just found out about the obligation of hijab and closed the law.

Kinar's right. It turns out that it is very minimal in religious science. Not just minimal, zero even. Why is he so negligent like this? Though his father used to often invite him to pray at home, read the Qur'an and even asked him to close his aurat. But Zarra used to say later and later. Now he's really sorry.

"Then, where should I start, Mi?," asked Zarra again. In his heart he really wanted to change. Umi Fatma smiled, then looked at each other with Asyifa. Asyifa nodded. Alhamdulillah, whispered Umi Fatma in heart. I hope this is a new and good start for Zarra.

 

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