AISYAH LOVE VERSE

Taj Mahal

At night in the Al-Fallah boarding house.

After praying Isya' in the mosque and giving a brief study to the santri, Hamzah returned home and went into his room. The room that he had just occupied three days ago, after a long time left.

Hamzah lay down on the bed, and looked up at the ceiling of his room. He closed his eyes as a child. Momentary. Then he got up and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He spread his eyes throughout his room. Teak cabinets with calligraphic engravings on them, study tables and chairs were right in front of the windows of his room, and a large bookcase stood firmly beside him. On the wall, two calligraphy paintings are displayed that have been framed with glass frames. It was Hamzah's own painting.

The things in the room had not changed, everything was still as it was, as it was when he left. Except, a foot mat in front of the bathroom door that looks new.

Maybe Ummi replaced it.

Hamzah got up from his seat, then walked towards the bookshelf.

The bookshelf was almost full with rows of thick-lipped books. Mostly, it is a book with an Arabic cover.

Hamzah picked up some books whose covers looked a little dusty, patted them by hand, then put them back in place.

In the past, the bookshelf was only filled with no more than a third, but then, whenever Hamzah came home from Egypt, he always brought books from there, so that, now the bookshelf is almost full on every line.

Suddenly Hamzah was stunned. His gaze was fixed on a brown-coated book in the corner of the lower shelf. The book looks smaller than any other book. The book was almost invisible because it was squeezed between the great books.

Hamzah grabbed the book, then looked at it for a while while flipping through his hands. The cover of the book looks old.

Hamzah took the book, sat down at the table, and began to open the page.

The first page contains calligraphic inscriptions with Bismillah lafadz. Hamzah recalled, it seemed like it was the first time he had learned to write calligraphy.

The next page, is a calligraphy inscription of his own name. It turned out that the book was hers when she was a child. From childhood, he loved to write calligraphy, and also draw.

He remembered that when he was a child, every time he went to play, he always carried a small backpack on his back, which contained a pencil, eraser, and brown-coated book.

Hamzah continued to open page by page. There are pictures of trees, pictures of houses, pictures of calligraphy again, pictures of mountain scenery and rice fields, pictures of cars, pictures of mosques, images of Kabah, and torn. One page was torn! Or accidentally torn?

There was a matting of dried jackfruit leaves, in the form of a small fan, tucked between the sheets of the page, as if the fan leaves it, replacing the position of one page that was torn.

Hamzah stared at the astonishment of the leaf fan. A smile suddenly rose on his lips.

"Dear,..." Mumbled wailing.

 

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Under a shady jackfruit tree, not far from the courtyard of the Al-Fallah pesantren mosque, a little boy of about seven years old, sat leaning back by bending his knees upward. Next to him lay a small backpack made of black patch. He seemed busy drawing something.

Not long after, a little girl was seen running over. The little girl was about four years old. Her eyes are round, beautiful. His hair as a shoulder, let loose without being tied up.

"Mas Hamzah, you,..!" Pekiknya with sparkling eyes.

The little boy who was drawing was shocked, not realizing the presence of the little girl.

"Eh, man,. Aisha,. Just ngagetin !"

"Ha ha, huh,... Hurray,... Mas Hamzah was shocked !"

"Why do you play by yourself? Where is your Mas?"

"So it was Mas Mirza together, but Mas Mirza went to see goats in his cage Mang Udin. Aishy's afraid of goats, so Aishy just go here."

"Aisha, you know? Rosululloh used to work as a child herding goats. Banyaaak goat. The goat was a tame farm animal, so Aishy had nothing to fear. The goat didn't bite."

"Wouldn't. Anyway Aishy is scared of goats !"

"But you'll be looking for it with Mas mu loh Aishy."

"Sir kog. Mas Mirza knows if I come here, if I want to go home, Mas Mirza will go through here."

"Yes that is it." Hamzah again busied himself with his pencils and books.

While Aisyah, she looks fun picking up the leaves that fall under the jackfruit tree. Then he began to weave the leaves one by one using a stick of lyre by pricking the leaves.

Be a little fan in Aisyah's hands. He used the fan by wagging it in front of his face.

"Mas Hamzah again what's the picture anyway ?"

Aisyah looked curious. He approached and sat down in front of Hamzah, who was drawing with his pencil and his book.

"Oh, man,... Pictures of the mosque ?"

Aisyah looked at the picture that was being painted by Hamzah, then she turned to the Al-Fallah Mosque. Then he frowned, astonished at something.

"But the picture of the mosque has a pond and fountain in front of it? There isn't any in the mosque?" Aisyah continued her question.

"Hhhhhhh,... Thank God it's over." Said Hamzah with satisfaction, then he put his pencil into his backpack.

"Aishy good ?" Said Hamzah while lifting the painting.

"Baguuus. But it's not this mosque, is it??" Said Aisyah as her hand pointed towards Masjid Al-Fallah.

"indeed not. This is the Taj Mahal."

"Taj Mahal? Where's it? Is it a very expensive mosque?? Why is it called expensive ?"

Aisyah flocked Hamzah with a question. Her beautiful eyes look round because of curiosity.

Hamzah smiled amusedly at the expression on Aisyah's face that looked so cute and adorable.

"Want to hear the story of the Taj Mahal ?"

"YES, I WANT TO !!" Aisyah replied quickly with enthusiasm.

Aisyah then shifted from her seat, then leaned against the jackfruit tree, next to Hamzah's seat. His feet are spread. His eyes were fixed on the picture of the Taj Mahal which had just been painted by Hamzah.

"In ancient times, the,... " Mirza begins the story.

"In India, there was a region called Mughal, which was led by an Emperor named Shah Jahan. Emperor Shah Jahan had a wife named Mumtajz Mahal. The emperor loved his wife. He feels very happy. Until one day, the emperor's wife, Mumtajz Mahal, died in childbirth."

Aisyah looks mangosteen as if understanding, and continues to listen to Hamzah's story with a serious face mimic.

" The departure of Mumtajz Mahal, made the emperor Shah Jahan very sad, and felt very lost. Then he built a building resembling a large and very magnificent palace. The inside of the palace was also very beautiful. In Lapisi 28 types of sparkling crystal rocks, and also gold-plated Arabic calligraphy carvings. In that palace, his wife, Mumtajz Mahal, was buried. The building is called the Taj Mahal. As the name of the late emperor's wife."

"That's the story." Hamza ended his story.

"Mas Hamzah has been there? to the Taj Mahal ?" Aisyah asked with great innocence.

"It's not Aishy yet. Taj Mahal is in India. Jauuuuh place from here."

"But kog mas Hamzah can picture the Taj Mahal and can tell the story of the Taj Mahal ?"

"Hm, um,... It's in Aishy's book. Books are windows to the world. By reading books, we can know the world out there."

"Later if Aishy has gone to school,... Aishy must be diligent in reading books too yes,..."

Aisyah nodded, agreeing with Hamzah's advice.

"Mas, if I grow up, I'll go to the Taj Mahal "

"Oh, yeah...??"

"Yes. Mas Hamzah has to take me there. Look at the Taj Mahal !"

"Hmmm...." Hamzah was worried. Trying to choose the right answer.

"But Mas Hamzah must deliver Aisyah !" Aisyah half-screamed. His eyes look teary. Her tears were floating in the corner of her eye.

Hamzah felt pity, and could not bear to see the four-year-old little girl was sad and disappointed.

"Yes, yeah.... When I grow up, Mas Hamzah will take Aishy there."

"Promise ??"

"Yes promise"

"That's it now write here !"

Aisyah placed her index finger on top of Hamzah's Taj Mahal.

"Write what ??" Hamzah felt incomprehensible to Aisha's intentions.

"Write my name and the name of Mas Hamzah.

AISHA & HAMZA !" Aisyah.

"Oh, okay. Okay. Mas Hamzah wrote here.... "

Hamzah complied with Aisyah's request. Then he wrote the name HAMZAH & AISYAH in the bottom corner of his Taj Mahal image.

"Well, it's already." Hamzah showed his writing to Aisha.

"That's right, isn't it? Name Mas Hamzah and Aisyah ?" Aisyah asked probing.

"Yes, this is both of us. This is the letter H-A-M-Z-A-H, read HAMZAH. And this one's the letter A-I-S-Y-A-H, it reads AISYAH." Hamzah explained to Aisyah.

Aisyah smiled happily.

"If so, now the picture is torn, here's !" Say Aisyah while practicing with her hands.

"Loh, kog's got to be torn ??"

"Yes, yeah,... This picture of the Taj Mahal now has Aisyah. I'll keep it until it gets big. If Mas Hamzah breaks his promise, Aisyah will get angry and show me this picture !" Saying Aisyah fiery.

"Ha ha ha" Hamzah laughed amusedly at Aisyah's speech.

But he did what Aisha wanted. Carefully, he tore off the sheets of his book, then handed them to Aisyah.

"Now this picture of the Taj Mahal has Ayesha."

"Horeee !" Aisyah is very excited. He then ran around a little while holding the picture paper of the Taj Mahal with his two tiny hands.

Hamzah smiled at Aisyah's cute behavior. It seemed, so happy, Aisyah to the point of forgetting her leaf fan that she made earlier.

Hamzah picked up the fan, then slipped it in the book. He intended to return it to Aisha.

"BROUUUK !!!"

Suddenly there was a sound of falling.

"MYBEEEKK !!!"

Follows the sound of goats bleating.

Apparently, Aisyah fell because she hit a small goat that suddenly appeared nearby.

From a distance, Mirza can be seen running around manghampiri, then on Mang Udin.

As soon as it was close, Mang Udin immediately caught the little goat.

Hamzah stood up, and walked over, to see what was happening.

Aisha was crying and looked very frightened. Mirza tried to calm her sister by hugging her.

"Weee, uh,... Jan tenan this boy ! It has been told to see goats from outside the cage. Even enter and the door of the cage is left open. Good thing only one goat came out, if the goat came out all how ?" Mang Udin scolded Mirza.

"Sorry Mang, though,... I was gonna feed the goats, so I went in." Mirza looked down and regretted her actions.

"Yo wes there go home to take a shower, it's late afternoon. That your body smells the same as a goat." Mang Udin turned back and walked while herding his goat.

 

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"TOK TOK !"

The sound of knocking on the door blew away Hamzah's daydream.

"Astaghfirullah...." Hamzah muttered slowly.

"Guses. There's Mirza looking for you." Umm Salamah from outside.

Ummi Salamah calls his Son Gus, which means good, good, or gallant.

Hamza rushed to open the door.

"That, there's Mirza looking for you outside. Ummi asked to come in, but did not want to. He said wait for you on the porch."

"Oh, yes ummi." Hamzah closed the door and walked out.

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