Dr. Ani And Family's

older sister

Zein's body was stretched out in front of us. I really want to feel like I'm crying in her. Spilling the desire that we have been guarding. But my heart tells me to stay on the right track even if his life is no longer on his body. Keep respecting him as when the spirit and the body have not been separated.

I sat down with a limp, powerless body in the house of Zein's mother and sister. After hearing the truth, my body was dazed and unconscious. Between conscious and not I heard the voices of people who were busy taking me from my practice by carrying my body to my mother's house. And here I am now. Not strong to stand up let alone walk .

I just saw the frenzy that was going on in the living room that was not that big. They put brother Zein on the board. His clothes were ragged camping full of soil. His face that teased me this morning is covered with dust and his hair. The tattoo on his arm was even visible due to his torn clothes.

My mouth also felt faint unable to say anything. When the neighbors and members of the big family of the cottage came to accuse us and offered condolences to us I was unable to reply to their words. Even to raise my hand to shake hands with them, I must exert all the strength I have. I really can't do it. I don't know what kind of sadness this is that can take away my physical strength until I'm rendered helplessly dazed.

My tears didn't even come out and all I could do right now was stare at him. Maybe at this time his spirit is still near his body and he is also looking at me and the mother who is very sad to lose her.

I exhaled my breath by saying the name of Allah in my heart. I want to see it before the body is buried. I want to see it through to the end because this is the third time I've lost someone I love.

"His family's doctors have been contacted?" Ask the wife of Ustadz Salim to me who was leaning against the wall in the corner of the living room.

I moved my lips saying 'yet' but no sound came out of my mouth.

"Mother Doctor.. ikhlaskan ustadz Zein! He would also be sad to see a doctor like this.... The doctor also had to strengthen his mother Ustadz. He must also be hit with this disaster but the provisions of Allah that no one can refuse him...."

I who had just stared at the body of my brother then turned to look toward the Beautiful Ustadzah. Suddenly I felt like I had the power to move my body. I hugged the Beautiful Ustadzah and my tears broke instantly.

I roared to call him in the arms of the wife of ustdaz and he patiently listened to me and rubbed my back without refuting let alone denouncing and scolding me.

Then mom came and rubbed my back.

"Patience, son.., please let your brother make his way easy and brightly lit with light by the giver of life".

"Mom......" I turned to hug my mother. A mother who from the first time I came here has always faithfully accompanied me in every way. Sharing and always helping me when I need it.

"Why did you leave me like this, Mom? Why do we have to be tied up in such a way if we end up having to split up? Why did Allah bring us together if it finally had to be this way?"

I was unconscious again. My body is shedding helplessly. After that I just heard the noise and can't remember what happened next.

I could hear the voices of people who were busy giving me wind oil and massaging my palms so that I would soon be awakened but I had no strength to even open my eyes.

When I woke up in the middle of the night I immediately knew that I was at my mother's house.I remembered even I had not prayed maghrib and isyak. The atmosphere was quiet and I saw the wall clock already showing at 1 am.

"Mom...." I called my mother who was next to me. He was still awake, no longer crying but his face was ashen as his eyes looked in all directions.