An Inspiration From The Author
THE MEMORY THAT ROARS IN LONGING
...THE MEMORY THAT ROARS IN LONGING...
... Morning with the Sun that is still not gone so that it makes the atmosphere still feel dark. The dawn of a cadre that appeared horizontally but vertically, its light flashed across the sky. Then accompanied by the appearance of darkness. After that came a dawn of Sadiq whose light spread across the sky horizon. Horizontally indicates the time of Prayer isya’ has run out in Jawas time....
... I was still lazy to get up from this glove that covered my entire body, but why? this is indeed my duty, so my body is trying to wake up from the comfort that has haunted me. My eyes were open, my mind was floating in memory of waking up at home. Ah... I just throw it away and divert the real mind, being in the cubicle of the boarding school....
... The chant of the holy verse began to sound melodious in a direction like a mosque. The sound comes from Musallah which is usually sung by a special santri who has a melodious voice. Ash - shalatu khairum minamnaum... Then the sound of Muadzin is quite clear in the eardrum. Muadzin dawn is also none other than among the santri. The Musallah is not too far from my room about 20 meters. Quickly some santri enthusiastically perform congregation prayers at dawn. But, Muadzin's voice also could not move some of the santri's friends. Yes, maybe they are still carving stories to achieve their dreams....
... I fell silent, Still hesitant to touch the water that has been 5 inches at the end of the fingers. Then I stared at the clear water, imagine if you obey the cold, the devil can laugh at me just lose the temptation, no. With bismillah I can throw away the doubt and can wet my face with the holy water wudu. ...
...Finished berwudu I snatched the prayer mat lying on the clothes hanger and put it at the nape of the shoulder. Suddenly a middle-aged man appeared behind a tree in front of the room, none other than Ustaz Herman. He was one of the assistants assigned to teach about the problems of Fiqh. Also, it is ustaz that is most liked by santri because he always gives exciting stories especially back home time. The main thing is Ustaz Herman....
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...“Assalamualaikum.” Said her....
...“Waalaikumussalam Ustad.” My word....
...“Cold huh?” while letting go of his warm smile....
...“Enggi Ustaz, unusual coldness.”...
...For a moment the morning breeze slammed in front of his face, bringing forth a thought reminiscent of mother and father....
...“How to go, monggo to go to the mosque together?”...
... “Eh.. enggih, Ustaz” first...
...Ustaz Herman preceded the footsteps accompanied by my step. “sst.” recalled something when it had not gone mondok until now also the reason why the father divorced the same mother. At that time I stepped on 15 years I was round to mondok. During that time and until this moment, the one who looked at me was always mom. You never look at it at all. This is when I just realized that my father had broken up just because of his new young wife. I'm sad, but I don't cry that I feel disappointed, but not lost because I know how far we are from our parents, we'll still be his children and he'll be my parents....
... Step by step until the thought is gone. After arriving at the mosque, the imam has just started praying with a takbir followed by surah al-fatihah and An-nas. Verse by verse melodiously. My heart was touched by the temples of its meaning, drifting with a divine gust....
...Ten minutes had already passed with the completion of that dhikr. Both hands I lift, that what I offer may be accomplished. For me to pray is a commandment that has been clearly stated in Surah Al-baqorah verse 152 which means:...
... “Because then remember you, I will remember you and give thanks to me and do not deny it. ”...
...The first word in my prayer is mendo ’akan parents, especially mothers, but sometimes I remember the image of the mother every time back and forth just for my future. Little by little the crystal grains stored behind the leaves of the eyelids come out slowly, because they cannot imagine the mother alone with a bone. It was silent to let this cry disappear....
...God no longer knows what to do...
...I want to replace my parents if I can...
...Sometimes I get confused not to understand...
...With what I did...
...At night I was worried...
...How happy to make him...
...Hope you are always healthy and...
...Always protect Allah...
...Amin ya rabbal...
...I remember that poem when Ustaz Herman read it during the final class farewell that after all times I reminded him of today....
...The air still feels very cold because the sun faintly looks lonely. Occasional birdsong. I went back to the room with a fixed step foot, “Huft...” despite feeling tired with the seduction of the devil who was riding on this shoulder I tried not to lose to him. Crossing through one room at a time, but when I arrived in front of an alley of a room I heard a shrill cry. Do not know where it came from, turned to the right and looked like a pile of garbage and to the left just a broom neatly lined....
...I shut up, looking for the direction of the sound. Approaching a fairly long room. At the end of the room I saw a little santri leaning over, covering her face. The crying doesn't stop. I noticed it was about ten years old. He doesn't know my presence. I hesitated to approach and reprimand him, afraid that he would be surprised to run away when I saw him. Seeing it like my sister who is crying if not given pocket money by mother. ...
...“Maybe I can help him.” My inner. Sounding from his groan, there was such a painful tone. The more I could not bear to see him, my soul was called to come and ask him....
...“Sorry... adek why?” I asked him....
... He was surprised to look at me. His eyes were still filled with seeds of tears. Tears of sadness. He slowly rubbed it and began to look at me with what I was wearing and he finally opened his voice....
... “Mother Brother,” briefly answer her....
... “Em... What's wrong with mom adek? Try stories!”...
... The face of the little santri tells of the calamity that always remembers the events of the past week. At that time he was called one of the boarding acid that he did not know. He was confused there was no problem but he remained on the call. The feeling was immediately unpleasant. Turns out his mom called to tell him that his mom died. Clearly, he was crying so much that even now he still remembered....
... “Why the hell Sis...my mother is still healthy, does not hurt anything god has called her sis... why sis, why?” He complained as if he did not accept what had happened to him....
... Seeing that, I remembered an explanation of Ustaz Herman which was the same as the little santri complaint and made me able to pronounce it again. “Husnuddon minallah wa bilhukillah be kind to your god also in his creation. Adek.all it depends we react to it. Be it the problem we face wearing or vice versa, we must accept it and respond well. Syaihk Imam Syafii deck. never said that the name of sadness and happiness we must have it” I took a deep breath and continued it again. “jadi Adek, I will take a deep breath, never prejudiced against god even .who knows god called the mother adek to be placed in paradise” then he was quietly bowed and I immediately stroked his shoulders....
...That human beings do have extraordinary abilities. Holding a very complex brain and having a memory capacity that will never be full. So that things that have passed and all things will happen will be stored in our minds, will be the attraction of our memories....
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...BIONARASI...
...Nur Hasan is called HASAN or AHSAN. White man, madurese Javanese blaster, the hobby 2M 1o (writing, writing, reading) (sport) is derived from the city of Jember who now lives in a small village of millions of stories in the pamekasan madura east java. Born on 25th April 2004. Still active as students of ipa MA MAMBAUL ULUM BATA-BATA. If you want to familiar you can say hello at no wa 085236281802 and fb\ig san elqhoyry ...
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