Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)
Orchid and Cambodian
“Ammar directly invites citizens to make to musalla aja, this is so that we are sorry.”
Pakde Ghofur came with a coffin. Ammar had walked to the musalla near his house followed by several neighbors. Now Azmy's slim body looks clean after being bathed.
A few minutes later, Azmy's body was washed and pardoned. It's time to betray him. Ammar himself became a priest in the funeral prayer.
Ammar walked into the small musalla. The first thing he felt was the smell of kasturi that burst out, spreading throughout the musalla. Not only that, the air instantly turned cold and cool as soon as both of its legs passed through the main door of the musalla.
When praying, there is an amazing event. Musalla is enough for about a hundred people more, feels crowded and crowded by pilgrims who want to pray the corpse. Even more bizarre, the neighbors and relatives present were only about forty people. It would seem that those present were not only the inhabitants of the earth, but some messengers of the people of the heavens as well.
After prayer, the funeral will be immediately hastened because of the limited time.
“Mother wants to see your sister's last face, son.”
Ammar did not know what he was going to do to respond to his mother's wishes. He could not refuse what his mother wanted as long as it was good for him.
Keranda was opened. Mom kissed Azmy's forehead with love and affection. Mom kissed Azmy with a lot of feeling. Almost a mother's tears dripped on Azmy's clean face if only Ammar did not remove them immediately.
“Mommy already ma'am, pity Azmy if you continue to cry. Mother's tears must have made Azmy sad in the afterlife there.”
Mom hugged Azmy hard. Mother's eyes continued to look at that pure white face. Ammar can clearly see the feelings of the mother if she is not ready to part with her youngest child. Mental who has not risen after the death of his beloved husband, must again collapse with the sudden departure of Azmy.
The body was headed to the cemetery. In the cemetery there are already some people waiting for Azmy's arrival. Ammar went down with two others into the pit. Azmy's body was lowered into the burrow after that.
Ammar's eyes glazed over, he tried his hardest to keep his tears from coming out now. His patience that he had worked for was defeated by the feeling of sadness in his heart that erupted when he saw his sister's face. Her tears almost fell. He established himself so that his brother's grave would be clean from the tears of the lamentation of an empty servant.
Azmy has been quiet in nature there. The land that has been lifted back is in decline. Tombstone plugged. Flowers sown. Prayer proclaimed. Everyone who was present there was solemnly accepting the mudin prayer, especially Ammar and his mother. One by one the mourners left the funeral. Sobs accompanied the departure of the family concerned.
Tonight Friday is no less sad than the night Friday. Now the night left Ammar in his solitude. In the sadness that always grips the feeling.
Azmy died at the age of seventeen. He was still relatively young for the size of a young man when leaving this mortal world. His age includes the fertile age to study, especially the science of religion. These are the secrets of God known only to Him.
The higher a tree, the stronger the wind. We often hear that in our ears. The height of a tree can be likened to a person's level of faith and piety, while the wind that blows is a trial that God gives to a person according to the level of faith and its charge.
That was what Ammar and his family were up to. So great was the trial that God gave him and his mother with the death of two of their most beloved. Ammar surrendered to Allah with all His best decisions while she was patient despite her tears pouring down her cheeks to the ground.
Like a tree, that's what Ammar and his mother might be facing right now. Starting from one root, grow a small stem. From the trunk, branches and twigs are born, then form a pattern so that the tree looks beautiful.
If the tall tree is able to withstand the violent wind, it will continue to live and grow into a taller tree. Surely the wind that hit him later was more powerful and strong than the wind that hit him before. If the tree is not strong enough to withstand the powerful wind, it will collapse and die.
Ibn Athaillah in the book of Al-Hikam states: Robba ‘umrin ittasa’at amaduhu wa qollat amdaduhu, wa robba ‘umrin qolilatin amaduhu katsirotin amdaduhu! Which means ; Sometimes life is long but of little benefit, and sometimes it is short in time but of great benefit.
Many people say that the first group is a person who often indulges his passions. Although it looks like it has a long life, but the fact is short. The second group is the one who thinks of Allah. Who remembers Him at all times.
Allah has prepared a little age for His servant who always believed and feared Him. That is because Allah does not allow His beloved servant to be plunged into the abyss. Therefore, God gave him a little age which he used constantly to worship Him.
Another secret in which God bestows long life on a proselyte, is none other than to give him a grace period to repent. The door of a servant's repentance is always open as long as the spirit has not reached the throat to the crown of the head.
No matter how sinful a servant may be to his Lord, He will surely forgive him except my shirk, but worship besides Him. This is because Allah is Forgiving. He is the Most Merciful to all beings.
Mother fell asleep after some time comforted by Ammar with soothing words. His eyes looked a little swollen because the tears that were released were very much. Even the mother's hand is also too tired to serve the eyes that do not end up sad.
Ammar can only give up the will of God. How many trials, how many obstacles, how much sadness, it must be God's plan. He has no right to regulate.
Pakde Ghofur, Lek Ipul, and Mr. Salam are still sitting in front of the house. Before long, Ammar came out to accompany them.
“Usually people who have just died like to stop by again to see the condition of the family shortly after he left.” Ammar said with a face full of sadness.
“I remember what your father used to say if a recently deceased person always visited his family back for seven days after being buried.”
Ammar looked up at the sky, hoping that the star up there would offer an apology to his sister one last time. Not yet had he given more happiness to Azmy, God said another.
Friday night air was really cool. The leaves in front of the house were waving in the wind. Unlike the Orchid and Cambodian trees under the windows of Azmy's room, they look lethargic and down, even though the flowers are no longer fragrant. Ammar walked there stroking each flower that was about to wither and whispering softly,
“Azmy is very good yes, so you guys are also sad.”
The flower moved in the wind, gently stroking the back of Ammar's hand. They seem to be replying, though,
“Because our Azmy is here, because he is also we are happy and blooming beautifully.”
