Festive Collection
EPS 10'S. RAIN GIRL
I give this to my beloved Umi, who still has not seen me happy at the end of her life.
Already four months umi was sick lying down, to keep it clean and fragrant, umi wore adult pressers. Twice or three times in a day change, how things are, nothing can be done.
Even speaking was no longer able, the sentence that was thrown from his mouth was only two sentences
"Allahu Akbar, and Laailaahaillah".
We feel sad, see it like that, can only lie down, sometimes we are children, grandchildren, daughter-in-law do not understand what she wants. We take turns accompanying each other and giving love as much as possible, because we have not been able to make happy Umi who has given birth, cared for, educated, and happy.
Umi became a single parent after the father of seventeen years sick, since then the umi should only be a rib, because the condition must be developed into a backbone at once.
As the youngest child, I did not really recognize the figure and face of the father compared to my brothers.
"You're about five years old when my father died". Umi.
It was vague to recognize my father's face, but it was reflected in his memory of being tall and white, that's all.
We're seven brothers, it's hard to be together, my sister's only one, she's a family hero.
Complaints are always with him, although the burden of his life is also a lot, but if there is a brother or sister needs a helping hand, he does not hesitate to help with all his energy and mind.
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Because we were born from a strong mother, a warrior and a valiant, therefore we have become accustomed to life pain, hardship and trials of life.
Umi never got tired of fighting for her children.
Head to foot, feet to head. Banting bones for a living.
He was not young when he was eighty-two years old. Age enough to taste the salt acid of life.
The bitter sweetness of life has been tasted.
The whole family called him Umi,...
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On Wednesday, September 26, 2022, at 06.00 WIB my mobile phone rang, on the other end of the phone the sobs of my brother "Umi's dead, waiting". I hung up. And hurrying to change clothes, bags and jackets do not forget I wear.
The distance of my house and home is quite different from the village but still one subdistrict. The morning atmosphere was still cold.
Riding a neighbor's motorcycle, I headed for Umi's house. My husband and children followed.
The atmosphere of grief was felt, many people but silent.
Slowly I entered the house, umi.longitudinally stiff, covered in long cloth. Brother and some brothers welcomed my arrival, tears unstoppable, sad", but do not lament". In my mind. Must be strong, sturdy like a coral in the ocean like a strong earth in a storm.
The shroud, cotton, and all the necessities are fully available.
In addition to the house, a neat cloth lid for the bath has been provided. Me, my sister, Aunt and my brother bathed for the last time.
Slowly water is washed from the top of the head to the tip of the foot, each joint and hole in the wipe so that the dirt that is still attached is lost.
"The first time in a lifetime of bathing a maye", my own umi.
One by one the shrouds, the cotton is put on. "Slow down, pity umi", my aunt who is used to taking care of mayit.
Umi is so beautiful and clean, my nephew diligently takes care of Umi painstakingly. Although he was busy with his young and super-beauty child, he could take care of the umi well.
It is neat, clean, the mourners have filled the house, the holy verse of the Qur'an continues to connect in the recitation of the mourners.
The number of mourners signifies Umi loved, loved.
At 10:00 we and our family held the umi in the house, my sister-in-law's priest leading.
Mourners still keep coming, family, Handay taulan, friends Se professionnya, play games as a child, school friends first, people who were great also served.
K.H Embay Syarief as the general chairman of Mathla'ul Anwar (time organization) attended and its ranks.
Alhamdulillah, it is estimated that five hundred people were present at the time of sholatan to deliver to liang lahat. five shaf lined up neatly sholatkan umi in the mosque Jami Baiturrahman. Exactly at 13. 00 WIBS.
May Umi Husnul khotimah. Aamiin ya robbal.
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Umi's advice "Don't leave prayers, and teach". There's nothing else.
We were never asked to work hard, in demand of monthly money, the rations of parents who had taken care of. Umi didn't ask for this.
"Material umi enough", self-financing. It doesn't depend on anyone else.
"Everywhere prayer should be carried out, when praying immediately take ablution, do not delay,". A will for children, grandchildren.
"Sholat, Prayer, Prayer, Later Allah will always help and guide".
Dilaturahmi, Umi likes to visit and visit close relatives, who are far away. Sometimes stay for days.
"Silaturahmi prolongs life and sustenance". He said that one afternoon while drinking his favorite tea.
Gardening and farming become an activity after retirement. Salary Retired teachers are able to meet it, alms and victims on Eid al-Fitr and Eid al-Adha.
Every Friday we complete the study of mothers at the ta'lim council near the house.
Blessings and barokah at his age. May the charity of Umi's fingers always flow, unbroken. And became the scales of charity Sholeh later in Yaumil Qiyamah.
"All remember Umi in kindness". Timpal sister who always faithfully took time to accompany Umi when sick lying down.
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After his departure, longing and regret often come to pass. Longing for his presence, longing for his embrace, longing for his voice, longing for everything, for everything. " I haven't been happy with him, he's left me".
My biggest regret when I can't take care of him properly, only occasionally I visit his house, erratic, sometimes not staying over, sometimes for a while. Sometimes long, eating together, drinking tea and chatting about things.
Every time I meet, and split up back home, "I'm sorry". While I kissed her hands and cheeks that were no longer plump. Sometimes our cheekbones touch. Hehehe......
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Umi never considered me a teenager, adult or even old. He keeps calling me a little boy to watch.
Offered me a few things, new clothes, walks, home furnishings, knives, fish grill, whatever. Even money still gives.
I was forty-two years old, married and had two daughters.
Umi in memories that will not be timeless. Placed in Heaven by Allah Wajalla.
Aamiin ya robbal.
