Asyifa (Publishing Process)
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The sickest pain is the pain of death, none like a body free from pain, the pain is terrible.
Even when the spirit of the Prophet reached the center of the stomach, the Prophet said: “O Jibril, how grievous is death.”
Towards the end of his life, "O Allah, lighten me from the pain of death." The Prophet said this prayer three times. In fact, there has been a guarantee from Allah SWT that he will go to heaven.
Prophet Muhammad shallallahu 'alaihi wa sallam who is an exemplary figure and mercy for the universe just uttered like that, what about us his people? What about the prayers we still postpone? What about the Qur'an that we still nod without touching to dust? What about mistakes we make intentionally or unintentionally? What about the despicable nature that exists within us?
Astaghfirullah...
We do not realize if increasing seconds makes us closer to death, later, later until unconscious death in front of us, who is to blame if not ourselves?
Astaghfirullah.
The pain of death is different for everyone, the Prophet said, "The easiest death is similar to a thorn that sticks in a piece of silk. Can the thorn be taken without the broken part of the silk?"
As Al-Hasan said, he also mentioned death. "His pain (death suffering) is equal to 300 sword strikes" he said.
Narrated, when the spirit of Prophet Ibrahim AS will be revoked, Allah SWT said to Ibrahim AS, "How do you feel death?"
He replied, Like a hook inserted into a lump of wet fur that is then pulled."
"That is how We have lightened up on you" said His Word.
About the sakaratul death too, Prophet Muhammad SAW said, "Man will certainly feel the pain and pain of death, and indeed his joints will say goodbye to each other while saying 'Good be to you; now we're apart until the end of time comes.'"
Death should not be feared. Rather, it is the life after death that deserves to be contemplated more deeply.
The end of the day is heavier than the world.
Many people who want to be revived just to believe in God, they have experienced so much the weight of life after death, what about us who are still busy with worldly problems, he said, how do we want to solve worldly problems if we still put aside the owner of everything?
Like human rights and obligations that are intertwined, in logic, human rights will not be fulfilled if we do not perform obligations, as well as the problems we face, we try to solve the problem until we forget our reason why it was created, we are busy pursuing His care to forget who left it.
“Astaghfirullah Hal Adzim Alladzi La ilaha Illa Huwal Hayyul Qoyyumu Wa atubu Ilaihi.”
“I beg forgiveness to Allah, the Most Great, whom there is no God but He is the Most Alive, the Most Alone, and I repent to Him.”
May we all always be in his protection, may God forgive all the prayers we make and protect us from the torment of the fires of hell.
May we become better individuals from this moment onwards.
Aami...
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A man pushed slowly on a wheelchair, a look of relief flashed on his face, a smile never left his lips.
The man's hand was stretched out pushing a whitewashed door, his heart racing quickly impatiently meeting the two angels he was waiting for.
For two days he refrained from meeting his two little angels because he wanted to wait for him to recover and join him to meet their little angel.
For two days he was filled with the faces and cries of his two angels, how happy he was the first time he received the princess in his cradle, his tears could not be contained as the tiny hand hit his face as if it were the greeting of the introduction of his two children, and now he would meet them again for the second time.
"Assalamualaikum putri abah. abah bring ummah loh nak, see ummah nangis nak, later betrothed to abang sama abek loh ummah.." the man crouched beside the wife's wheelchair.
"Ummah wants to be fat but can't be son." Asyifa's hand touched the glass of the incubator where her son was, there were several hoses and tools on the frail bodies of the two innocent children.
"Then cheated yesterday has carried you."
"Ummah yesterday fainted anyway makes us worried yes son, brother to the cranky nangis." Raihan recalled that when the surgery was completed he was called in to chant the adhan in the ears of his two children before several tools were installed, just entered already in the loud cry of the son, he said, the doctor said his son did not want to cry but just as his wife's consciousness was gone the baby boy immediately cried loudly, seemingly having a strong inner bond with his mother.
By the permission of Allah, Asyifa and her two children survived, glad tidings for Raihan and his family, though the womb of Asyifa had to be removed due to heavy bleeding yesterday.
"Abang..this is ummah brother.." said Asyifa saw the little eyes of the child open.
"Alis brother thin like ummah if adek eyebrows more dense like abah."
"But the lips of the big brother are like abah, the thin adek continues to be petite like ummah."
"His nose looks like a big brother, ummah the most pugnacious in the house dong."
"I'm smiling." Their daughter smiled in her sleep, maybe her son was pura sleeping even though he heard the talk of his brother and ummah.
Since the brother was busy staring at his parents alternately, it seems he was trying to remember his parents are the ones in front of him, hahaha.
"Thank you ummah." Raihan.
"How many times have you said that? Bosen ummah shits it."
"It's not okay to say thank you, thank you ummah." Raihan stared fixedly at his wife's eyes, Syifa who was stared at like that lowered her head in shame.
"Ummah there's already two children are still ashamed of meow, get tired." Raihan menoel cheeks of his wife.
"Udah ah bah at see brother, ashamed." Syifa.
"Abang wants to join the Ummah sedain ya bang, wait big ya bang later we are the same ummah godain, brother belom never see the cheeks of the ummah red kan bang, hahaha, funny, kira kira adek kayak ummah no yes..." Raihan turned his attention to his daughter.
"Great smile again, I know how to deck."
"Shby Sholeha son."
"Aamiin ummah, say Aamiin is that boy." Syifa smiled gently at Raihan who seemed excited to invite her son to talk.
"Whose name is bah?" Ask Asyifa.
"Well, any name suggestions?" Ask Raihan back.
"No, ummah has not thought of a name uh was born yet."
Raihan smiling.
"Change the name yes."
"Yes bah, please."
"The handsome who likes the lyrics of this lyric is called Athallah shakeel Adicandra, if the beautiful likes to smile this smile is called Athalia Shakila Adikirana, pangilnya brother Andra sama adek Ana."
"I love the sump."
"So that I prefer the generosity of a son." Raihan.
"Is it mah." Syifa hit her husband's arm slowly.
"Haha..." Raihan laughed receiving a spoiled blow from his wife.
Raihan promised himself that he would take care of the angel beside him, he would try to always bring a smile on his sweet lips, he would not make a mistake a second time, he would not make a second time, he will make amends for the mistakes he made.
This is not the end of the story of Asyifa Khumairoh Irta, but the beginning of the story of Ashifa full of happiness, the time he enjoyed the results of what he did in the past, pebbles certainly exist but with the experience of the past makes Asyifa easier to get rid of pebbles in the future of course with their husband and two children.
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The story is officially finished, there are no extra parts or sequels.
Nisrina 'Ulya Syafiya
Bangsri, 22-09-2020
