Fall of Dream Pesantren (Move WRITE)
Answers to Dreams
Morning was coming, the sun was coming out of the contest. Dew stuck to the glass of the house sign the air outside is rather cold. Clouds envelop the sky of Candi Village. Ammar woke up three hours ago. He had performed the tahajud prayer and read the Quran until dawn.
O you who believe! Please help (to Allah) with patience and prayer. Indeed, Allah is with those who are patient[1].
Ammar tried to recite the holy verses of the Qur'an that he read. The verse about patience continues to remind him of the events of one month ago where he had to give up the departure of two people he loved so much. Two angels nearby. Beloved father and his only sister who is always cheerful when liked or sad.
Ammar tried to erase that memory, he did not want his sadness to regain control of his mind. He tried to forget the incident, but it was very difficult for him. He tried to deflect his memory toward something else, still unable to. That memory always stuck in his mind. It is very difficult to remove even with iron and steel.
(i.e) those who, when they are doomed, say “innalillahi wa inna ilaihi roji’” (we belong to Allah and to Him we return).
It is they who have mercy from their Lord, and it is they who are guided[2].
Ammar agreed in his heart from the recitation of the Quran he had just read. He hopes that his patience will lead to the mercy of God that all His servants expect on this earth. He then stopped his recitation of the Qur'an because the Dawn chastisement reverberated. He woke up his mother and invited her to congregational prayer at a musalla near the house.
The streets were still quiet, there was only one or two people passing by this cloudy morning. The stream at the right hand of Ammar accompanied his footsteps to answer His call. The morning dust that still hitchhiked on the green foliage signaled his desire to head to musalla to fulfill the call of his Rabb.
After the prayer in Musalla, Ammar again drowned in the recitation of the Quran in his room. He waited for the duha time to arrive because there was an appointment with his grandmother in the morning. He had to go to grandma's house this morning because there was something important to talk about. He immediately prayed knowing that time had shown that Duha had arrived. The wind outside accompanied the movements of his prayers and the surah he read.
Rarely do grandmothers call to visit in the morning. Usually Ammar will stop by after there is a seminar or fill some studies on campus. But last night Grandma suddenly asked to be visited in the morning.
Not yet had he pulled out his bike that he would use to go to the grandmother's house, Ammar got a call from someone. From Icha.
“Wa’alaikumsalam, Cha. What's up?”
“You've seen the news from the university yet?”
“Not yet, why is it?”
“You saw it yourself. Anyway good news.”
The phone suddenly closed. Judging from his last sentence there must be a news that he felt he had to see. Whether it was good news or sad news, Ammar did not know. He did not immediately open the laptop and see the news that Icha delivered, he was more concerned with his grandmother's call. He also went to Grandma's house.
Ammar's trip this time was very different from usual. He took it with great curiosity about what grandma was going to say. The fresh morning air is very comfortable. He continued to pedal his bike while breathing the fresh air that had not been polluted by pollution. He also saw green leaves on his right left that were soothing to every one who saw them.
Arriving there, it turns out that the grandmother had been waiting for the arrival of Ammar by sitting casually on the terrace chair. Grandma told him to sit while enjoying fried snacks and hot tea that was still smoking.
Grandma told him the point of telling Ammar to come to his house. It turned out that what he was going to talk about this morning was about his dream while he was lying in the hospital. Dreams of being in a coma for a long time. Dreams when he met his grandfather. Dreams when he experienced a torpor. Dreams that make him curious. He was very excited to hear what his grandmother would say.
"You still remember the physical shape of the tree your grandfather showed you when you were in a coma?"
"Yes, Grandma. Ammar remembers clearly. One is a large withered tree and the other is a small tree with thick, mature green leaves."
Grandma was silent for a moment while sipping the warm tea, then continued, "Maybe your grandfather wants to give you an omen."
"Yes, a sign that you will face a tough test later on. And evidently, you lost your father and sister."
Ammar still does not understand what his grandmother said. A sign of grandma? So what does this have to do with the ordeal of her brother and father's death?
"Maybe not entirely true, but the approximation is like this ..." Grandma sighed for a moment, "That withered great tree is the parable of you lying weakly helpless that time. Not to mention he was sentenced to death. The bigger the tree, the stronger the roots. Just like you, your strong desire is a reflection of the root of that tree, while the withered leaves are your condition."
A breeze passed by for a moment, it seemed that Azmy also wanted to listen to this story.
"At first, the doctor sentenced you to death. Shortly before your body was brought home after the autopsy, your eyes suddenly opened and your brain resumed functioning. The blockage of his veins disappeared and only a mild brain crow hit you after that. A strong determination to get back to your family always sticks in your heart. Therefore, God still gives you a chance and lifts the disease."
"While the little tree is your sister. The dense green leaves are a reflection of his relentless cheerfulness, comforting and constantly spreading happiness."
Ghofur's parrot chirped, wanting him to talk about this dream.
There is a truth to what grandma said.It is very possible for a newly grown flower is a root that is unable to absorb water to make its life threatened. It could be the outside of green foliage that is comforting when viewed, but all do not know what is behind the ground, at the root.
"Just before Azmy returned to the boarding school after coming from the hospital, he often told his grandmother that his head was often suddenly dizzy. He also said that he did not want to make those closest to him worry. He also did not want to trouble them because of the illness he was suffering from." Grandma told me while looking up.
“Indeed Azmy like that.” Ammar said in his heart while smiling given his sister's unique nature.
His eyes started to glaze over a bit when he remembered Azmy. Azmy is an introverted type of person, likes to harbor their own feelings and thoughts and does not express them to others.
Grandma invites Ammar to look at the sky covered with clouds. Ammar's teary eyes became more visible when the sunlight that pierced through the clouds touched his eyelids. Grandma intended to neutralize the sadness that again attacked Ammar's feelings when she remembered her sister.
Grandma told me about her experience back when Ammar was still in her mother's warm arms. Grandma told me a long story when Ammar was two years old so she could talk. Grandma's story slowly dispels the sadness in Ammar's heart. His eyes were bright as before.
Not really, almost an hour passed there. Pakde Ghofur came out of his house painted blue to bathe the parrot. A simple home for a technician who is also a speaker.
Ammar resigned to go home and help his mother finish her homework. Ever since my father died, he has been the backbone of the family. He works as a writer and content creator at a well-known company. Dai and became a speaker in discussions and seminars were never rejected.
Ammar actually prefers to teach in two different TPQs he maintains. The one in the village next door and got a wage, albeit a little. The others were inside the village and it was free at no cost.
While the mother and mother worked from the teacher teaching at the same TPQ with Ammar to open a boutique. Although not too big, mothers can process it into boutiques that can compete with those in big cities. Mother's shop almost every day is always visited by residents who want to look around to order a dress. Sometimes from within the village, sometimes also from outside the village the majority are friends of their own mother.
Not yet he had time to turn his bike, Ammar again called by grandmother.
