Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)
Ammar and the Flood of the Kaaba
Passengers in the four-car train are ready to get off the train. Their goods were well-ordered, but not with Ammar. He's still fast asleep. He was the quietest of the passengers in the fourth carriage. His stuff was neatly arranged before going to bed. He didn't take anything out of his backpack.
Icha looked at Ammar until the train stopped. Passengers get off the train. Ammar woke up, he picked up his stuff and rushed down.
“One more time, thank you for helping. If there is no you, either flanked I was the same copet earlier.” The voice of a woman shocked Ammar, he immediately looked back.
“Sama-sama.”
“I feel indebted.” Say Icha with her anxious face
“Eh, uh, don't overdo it. I'm sincere in how it goes.” Ammar blushed shyly looking at Icha's cute face. Her cheeks flushed.
“Still ..”
The two of them walked out of the station together. I just knew but was familiar. Ammar remembered that he had not prayed almighty and asar. He told Icha to go to the nearest musalla.
“I to musalla first.”
“Oh yes .. I also want to pay.”
Ammar stepped into the musalla bathroom and wudhu there. He cleaned the remaining blood after his left shoulder was bandaged. The pain returned when the water touched the bandage on his left shoulder. Fortunately, the blood stopped. The blood caused a discoloration in his white cocoa shirt.
He changed his clothes and then prayed.
After the prayer, he made his way to the highway in search of public transport that could take him to Sidoarjo. He walked and walked until someone called him.
“Maaaarr Shouted the man near the road while waving his hand.
Ammar turned to the source of the voice. It was seen a man sitting in a stall holding a glass of coffee that still reflected smoke. From his voice, posture, skin color, to the clothes he wears make Ammar not difficult to recognize him. That man is his uncle.
Ammar walked towards the shop
“Packde.”He shakes his pack.
“Drink first, surely you are thirsty.”
“What's your hand, Mar?” Ask the curious Pakdenya.
“Only small accident on the train earlier, Pakde.”
Not noticeably, the glass of iced tea he brought was over. The two of them immediately went towards the old design Supra motorbike parked next to the stall.
“Yeah and your mother are waiting at home.”
Ammar. His mother and father knew he was coming home today. He sent a message to his mother yesterday that he was still three days away.
“Who told Mom, Pakde?”
“Entah. Suddenly pakde told to pick you up, mumpung pakde depleted reunion in Surabaya.”
Ammar and his father both loved Islamic history. Every time they meet up to discuss, the theme discussed is never far from history. Not infrequently they argue fiercely in determining who version is the most correct. Books, manuscripts, historians, all they mention to strengthen their opinions.
“Rasulullah although he is very young, can already be a role model for older people. In fact, he had already received honorary titles from tribal leaders back then.” Pakde opened the conversation with the story of the Prophet.
Ammar. His imagination seemed to roll back fourteen centuries ago.
At that time, in Makkah there was a flash flood, precisely around Ka’bah. Many buildings around Ka’bah are damaged due to the swift flow. Although the Arabian Peninsula belongs to the desert regions, it does not demand the possibility if Allah has willed a flood there.
After the flood, the Makkah people took to clean up the garbage scattered around the Ka’bah until they finally found Hajar Aswad who moved from his original place. The move of the stone had caused a fight between the chiefs who participated in cleaning the Grand Mosque. It was one of the events that Muslims are difficult to forget even to be immortalized in history books that are intended for elementary school students to Aliyah.
The existence of fighting is nothing but not caused by the desire of every tribe who both want to put Hajar Aswad back into place. Shortly thereafter, the Prophet came and was able to finish a fight between the chieftains.
The Prophet gave the right solution so that the problem of who has the right to put Hajar Aswad is finished without bloodshed between fellow Arabs.He came and spread a piece of cloth where each chieftain is welcome to hold the endsthe end of the cloth.
When the entire chieftain was already holding the cloth, the Prophet gave command to the chieftains to lift the cloth. He lifted Hajar Aswad into the middle of the cloth and they brought him closer to Ka’bah.
Arriving near Ka’bah, he lifted Hajar Aswad and put it in its original place, which is on the outskirts of Ka’bah.
Since then he is famous with the nickname al-Amin which means a person who can be trusted. At a relatively young age and with his intelligent brain and wise nature that is in him makes him a role model of the chiefs and citizens of Makkah.
