Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)
The Fire of Sadness is Burning
The day was filled with sadness and tears as if a disaster had arrived. Some hit their knees, grabbed their hair, and folded their backs. They sat crying in a house full of the scent of blessing. There was also a person who vented his anger either because he did not want to accept this bitter reality. He thought that he would not survive being abandoned.
There is love, honor, and love in that anger. It could be that anger is an expression of denial of the sad events of the time.
Very strange!
The man had previously been an enemy to the people of the village of Cemandi, who often harmed those who prevented him, which made the citizens always restless about his actions. However, now he can not stand the word “mati” for people who make it as a protector of the village, heroes and rescuers of the village from the threat of people who want to do evil to the village.
When the father comes, the fire of true love for the good of the father, burns in the heart of everyone. When he left, the fire of farewell burned the hearts of those who loved him. Everyone expresses their sadness in different ways. Abid, the village thug who settled on an empty street to the west of the village, also expressed his sadness in a special way.
When the father is present in the community, every citizen shows their joy. The coming of a scientist makes everything meaningful and valuable and shows the beauty of the Creator. When you left them, they must have all cried and didn't expect to be left so soon.
They are crying for a farewell.
Elsa, a small and tiny Persian cat in my father's house must have felt the sadness of being without a father again. He has no taste for eating and drinking. He drowned and was in sadness. If only Elsa had a human-like voice, surely her scream would have been heard clearly hinting at her sadness.
The entire surface of the earth cries. So does the sky. The angels felt the same way, and grieved at the death of a scholar. The orchid flowers in front of my father's house now look withered.
If you think how the earth, the sky, and all living things in it can cry because of the lifting of the spirit of a ‘alim who devoted himself to society. Recall with this one, “Then the heavens and the earth weep not for them and they are not given time.
The Prophet said that when a ‘alim died, the inhabitants of the earth and sky wept for seventy days. Whoever does not grieve with the death of a scientist is a hypocrite. The Prophet said the word “munafik” three times which indicates if the person is truly hypocritical.
The earth and the sky are closely connected with man. Unfortunately, not a few of them deny the Owner of the earth and sky. They deny the blessings He has given them. They regard that precious and precious divine prowess as mere playthings. Therefore, the earth and the heavens are pleased with the death of those who break the laws.
When they were alive, the pagans were proud of their disbelief. They deny the creation of the Creator of the universe and all its contents, when in fact they are running near the doom of the Hereafter after death picks them up. So the heavens and the earth shall mourn the death of the disbelievers.
Will not the earth and the heavens and all that is in them be sad?
Will they not all shed tears of sorrow?
We as ordinary humans do not have the ability to hear the prayer beads and the cries of other creatures. But they are always glorified and exalted praising the greatness of the Creator in their language. The father who had reached that degree, never showed. It is time for creatures other than humans to testify that you are a good person.
The son of the Servant, Azmy Ramadhan, drowned in untold sorrow. He sobbed and said “Dad, you left too soon. As usual, something surprising always surprised me. Now, I've prepared the biggest surprise of my life.” Her crying hasn't stopped since she was picked up from the pesantren.
There was another one crying. When he heard the shocking news in the village. His screams echoed like the eruption of Mount Krakatau in the Java strait. He felt flames begin to descend from the sky above his head. The fire of the news seemed to burn his lips wet with tears of sorrow. The fire of farewell had burned in his heart more than any other. He only harbored bitterness in his heart, without a voice he cried. No cries of joy, nor of sorrow. He does not tear at what covers him, nor shouts his anger at those around him.
For him, this is not the right time for all of that. However, this is the time to increase the leash of feeling. Time to listen to logic and conscience. Time to look at the events that just happened with a wide view. Time to understand grief by using patience and common sense. This is the time to live the hope of the people. Time to comfort and treat the burning caution. A time to deal with all things with conscience.
It came from his dispute in Jakarta. His breath gasping mixed with the sobbing. However, he seemed to struggle to hold his tears out. With only a few tears dripping down his cheek and without a sound he approached the body of the father who had closed his eyes for good.
He could not see his face when he opened the white cloth that covered his face slowly. This was the last time for him to see such a blessed face as full as his heart. A face he could no longer see. He kissed my father's forehead with love and affection.
“Great father when still alive, no less beautiful when it is gone. Your beauty is never curbed by masa.” Said.
As he grieved at the end of the room in the house, he sat down with a tawadhu. He recalled what the mother told him about the last sentence he said before reciting the words tahlil and shahadah. Is it possible that the Most Eloquent Prayer does not answer the prayer of His servant when asking, “O Lord, I want eternal life and unlimited happiness. I want immortality. I want to meet You. I want to see You.”
That is the figure, Murfiqul Ammar, the eldest son of the late Pak Wahyu who inherited his knowledge so as to make it as a child who has a deep understanding in the field of religion. Not only that, he has a special charisma so that residents are reluctant to see the figure of his father.
The world is like a prison for those who believe and do good deeds. Therefore, they crave the beauty of heaven so that they will struggle to reach it. Ammar considers that his house is a corner of the prison with no known way out. His body was indeed a prisoner in that prison, but his soul and science remained free to wander without anyone hindering him.
