Among Thousand Journeys

Ransomed

Until the third day, very early in the morning I quickly cut my goats, and I skin them. And astonishingly, the goat's stomach was leaking, there were finger-sized holes everywhere, so that the contents of the stomach came out of the shelter, and in the goat's stomach contained the chopped up banana spouts,

Strange as if goats don't eat

banana blades, there was also human hair, there were fangs as big as an adult's thumb, there were slices of car tires and there were many pebbles as big as quail eggs,

I think the stuff can not be in the stomach of the goat, pantesan if the goat in pain.

I put the plastic in, I put the stuff in,

I'm planning to take him to Mahrus's house. If the internal organs, lungs and liver of goats have been

rotting, it even smells bad.

I was just shaking my head, feeling great

freaky. And the things that are in the body

I took the goat to Mr. Mahrus' house, and I was given water to give it back

Asrifa.

I thank Asrifah for not complaining

ouch again, but my love and my supposition

the healing of Asrifah is only hope, just a week Asrifah calmed down, and after that screams in pain again.

Ah I have run out of sense, how else, I have to finally let go.

A month–a year already, pas even Mbak

Asrifah was sick, he died.

Initially when it will die very difficult, then I took Al-Qur’an and I read the surah Yasin, not until the surah Yasin finished Mbak Asrifah has returned to Rahatulloh.

It was like taking off the weight on the shoulder, perhaps dying was better than lingering in endless pain.

I hope his story can be the one

reading becomes conscious, and a person is heart-conscious

the heart is in action, for no man is not sick, no man is not dead,

even when healthy, you can be proud

and feel like you have money then feel you can

do anything, if given pain completely helpless.

There is no great man, as long as it is still as

man, unless he has become God, who

never sick, never weak, never rested

on something other than himself.

If the man no longer needs to eat, no more drinking, no more air

breathing, where space and time do not block its motion, where

those limitations do not limit it, are always eternal and eternal, so

man has deserved to be proud, but in fact there is nothing like it, then obviously no man deserves to be proud.

A week has passed, after the funeral

madam Asrifah, I myself have been active

as always.

And the night I filled with dhikr. It was two o'clock in the morning, I was still sitting around twisting the night prayer beads felt very quiet, once the time sounded drizzle, in the atmosphere that

lonely, my goal heard a voice calling.

“Maaak...!, maak.!” that's the sound, but

his voice was like the voice of Asrifah.

I heard the wrong thing, and that voice

repetitively. But I still feel like

hearing it from my own hallucinations, but I am not hallucinating, it is sleepy eyes, so I sleep repeatedly while sitting.

I really feel weird with the sound

Ma'am Asrifah, but I really am not

dream, dream,

“Who is it?” ask me from where I sit

dhikr.

Suddenly there was a cring-crincing-crincing sound

like the sound of iron being dragged, and standing in

before me Ma'am Asrifah, whose face and

his hair was covered with earth, his face blackened, complete with his moral attire worn in tatters like a lash mark that had reached into the mori, his hands and feet chained with black chains.

“Satan where are you from..!?” my snapping.

“I'm your brother Yan.. Asrifah, I'm not welcome

there, help me Yaaan.. auh panaaas.

he said it was hot and hot because of me

“Are you really Asrifah? Don't you

the devil who makes fun of?” say

with high-pitched questions and beware of the deceit of the nation.

“True Yaan I Asrifah, forgive my mistake

to you, I don't heed your advice..,

now I'm not welcome, look I'm tortured

like this, chained up, don't you pity

to me.?”

Frankly I myself was scared to death, though,

seeing a very creepy embodiment,

his hair was a little and disheveled, his cheeks were slapped, and the smell of the grave ground mingled with the smell of the carcass was strongly smelled, but I tried to endure, as a person who was sure of Allah, he said, la yadurru ma’asmihi syai’un fil ardhi wala fissama’, there is nothing dangerous if we hold fast to Allah, whatever is on earth and in the sky.

Like someone was whispering me, to break the chain with the end of the surrah Taubah.

“Engineering chain.” I said.

Then he dragged the chain and thrust

chain to me, and I hold the chain

read the end of the Surrah Taubah, Alhamdulillah

the chain came off, then the chain at his feet, and the same

like I did to the chain in his hand, and the chain came off.

“Then how do I fate Yaan..!, I did not.

accepted, how is this?” said memelas.

“Have not had much fuss, tomorrow will be me

try to help, now go.”

“Can't I stay at your house.

sana beaten.”

“Can't, you'll scare my family,

already there go, tomorrow I help.” I said.

Then he left, his body

hunchback to endure pain.

I shed tears of pity for his fate, man is still only able to try, the direction is roundly owned by Allah.

The next morning Jum’at I sent mbak Asrifah, me

read the prophet sholawat 10 thousand times, I ask Allah to let his soul be received and freed from torment.

I'm sure what I'm sending is coming. The night I waited, I dzikir sitting in the living room chair, about 1 am, heard the sound of the door being knocked and the sound of greetings.

“Waalaikum greetings, just sign in unlocked.”

I said.

Asrifah, behind him I saw

four little children accompanied, now dressed in the clothes of a bride.

And his face that blackened like a patch now black color was no longer there, but there were traces of skin kayak peeling off the burn marks, his hair neatly combed, and the smell of fragrant fragrances.

“How about mbak?” my many.

“Alhamdulillah Yan, thank you for everything

his help, now I will go to nature there, I want a parting, I really thank you, if you know such a person, I really used to serve you also want.”.

“Already mbak..., may you get a good place there.”

“Thank you Yan,

wassalamualaikum.” says mbak Asrifah

walk away accompanied by four little children.

After all these things, I felt how

there is much beyond my knowledge, and

the desire to study knowledge is getting bigger.

I decided to go to the boarding school again and study again.

In the pesantren, old santri-santri no longer exist

again, it is always so in the kyai place, this year and tomorrow santri is another, let alone this, I have not returned to the pesantren for a long time, back then also briefly asked about how to treat people affected by witchcraft.

The way I do in seeking knowledge is not

the same way other people seek knowledge, and

the way I did it in birth was not

like a person who seeks knowledge, but the results achieved, looking for knowledge a month will be the same as looking for knowledge common people in......

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