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62. light tafsir

And then he read it in his heart. Start with the translation of that verse. “Allah Light of heaven and earth. The parable of the Light of God, is like an impermeable hole, in which there is a great lamp. The lamp is in the glass that is like a pearl, lit with oil from a rich tree, an olive tree that grows neither in the east nor in the west, whose oil is almost illuminating, though not touched by fire. The Light upon the Light, Allah guides to His Light whom He wills, and Allah makes parables for man, and Allah is All-Knowing of all things." After reading this, Akas smiled. While passing earlier, all of the meaning immediately accompanies in. It's clearly emblazoned. For the sake of truth, there are no lies here.

However, he instead gasped while examining the exegesis of the verse of Light in this book. How so? It is said that, by “Allah the Light of heaven and earth" is the existence of the sun. He holds on to his sentence, which if translated into Indonesian according to good and correct rules, then it should be (or expected?) reads, “Allah (giver) light (to) heaven and earth”. There are inserts of words “giver” and “to” there. Be “C”nya Light was written in lowercase because it was just viewed by sunlight. Dumplings.... It is clear that God is the Light of the heavens and the earth. Is it less obvious that such? Is it not near the end of this verse that the phrase Nur alaa Nuurin is listed? How to wear the dignity of “Light above Cahaya” for just sunlight?

Then Akas glared as he examined the next description, “The Parable of the Light of God, is like an impenetrable hole, in which there is a great lamp. The lamp is in the glass as if it would be a pearl-like star.” In other words, it is a signal from the presence of light produced from electricity, which if inserted into a vacuum, then it will produce light that looks like a star sparkling like a pearl.

Wuuih...

Arrived tafsir sentence, “... lit up with oil from the many blessed trees, the Olive tree that grows neither in the east nor in the west.” Akas added to mendelik. You see, it is said that it indicates the presence of light produced from petroleum, which is widely found in the land overgrown with olive trees, from the east end to the west. So, the land with many olive trees is the countries of the Middle East. Busyet, exactly the same as the wits of the “villain” first, the time has not yet taslim.

Continue, “... whose oil is almost illuminating, although not touched by fire...” Reportedly, this siloka shows the presence of light generated from natural gas that does not require a fire to light it.

“Allahu Akbar,” Akas sighs. “The fire is like a match..”.

Kyai Khalil smiled, but has not commented.

I turned the page, looking for the continuation. Apparently nothing, it's over. The “Nuurun alaa Nuurin” and so on are not interpreted. I don't know why. Maybe if this “manuil” interpreted, disperse all that earlier.

Silent moment. Akas closed the book, then looked at the beautifully decorated hard cover while shaking his head.

Kyai Khalil continued to smile, “Do not feel high, nor do you feel low, in the presence of creatures. Man is the Noble. Equal dignity of purity of his nature,” he sighed softly.

Akas looked at his teacher, then nodded. He said his apology to Kiai Haji who wrote the exegesis, through his heart.

For a moment, Kyai Khalil's smile grew. It was as if he knew what his student's heart was saying just now. Or, for whatever reason.

“What he said in his book, still has the value of truth. For everything intended for the taqarrub ilallah is true. Only, how high the value of truth is, depends on the degree of closeness to the Most True. God looks at the heart, and man is hum darajaatun 'indallaah to his human dignity. Gradually...,” he continued to say.

Akas sighed, then nodded.

Hum darajaatun 'indallaah, wallaahu bashirun bimaa yes 'emascinated. Their position is multilevel with Allah, and Allah is All-Seeing of what they do (QS. Imran Ali: 163).

“Good. Now, do you think that 'pervious hole' is?” Kyai Khalil asked, all testing.

“Consideration. Qalbu,” Akas replied, without hesitation.

Kyai Khalil smiles, “Is 'big chance’?”

“Self-truth. Ruh.”

“Is 'glass as sparkling as stars’?”

“True sense of self. Spirit taste.”

“Is 'olive tree not in east and not in west’?”

“Iman tawheed. Unity Single.”

“Is 'oil that is bright even though it is not touched by api’?"

“His Glory,” Akas smiled. Seeing this, Kyai Khalil followed. Both know the taste of “Maha Oil.

“What is ‘Nuurun alaa Nuurin'?"

“Huwa, Anta, Ana..,” Acids grimacing sweet. I don't know why Kyai Khalil followed. Though the translation is “just” He, You, Me.

“Last, what is 'similarity'?”

“Senda. Wamal hayaatud dunyaa illaa la'ibuw. There is no life in this world but a mere jest. Surat al-An'aam verse three one,” Akas again smiled.

Kyai Khalil too....

“Aalhamdulillah's. Thus, it is true what Kyai Zarkasih has accused you of. In reality, you are guiding. If He willed,” he looked at the disciple, then hugged him.

They also hugged each other tightly.

Moments later....

“Previous, is there anything you want to ask?" kyai Khalil said, after they hugged each other.

Akas nodded, “What is this buzz?”

Kyai Khalil smiled, “So you answered. Is the glass as sparkling stars?”

“True feeling of self?”

“Iya, conscience. At the limit of understanding, conscience is the true sense of self. There are three levels of taste. The outermost is the sense of jasadi, then the sense of spirit, go into another meeting of conscience. Hot or cold are examples of jasadi. If you feel spiritual, such as sad or happy. Conscience, it's like your drone. How does it feel?”

“Hehehe. But you're right you said. At the word limit, conscience is like that. If the Javanese guardians say, what you feel in conscience is called Rasaning Allah.”

I nodded in understanding.

“This buzz, because you have arrived at the taste, it will not be lost for a moment. Whatever you are, under whatever circumstances you are, remains. This single Tasbih puts you in a state of not being able to forget Him. Wh why? For it is no longer you who seek to remember Him, but He who remembers you. If he remembers you, how will he be lost? Will not, continue to Glory the Great until the end of your time. This is adzkurkum in his degree of authenticity, remembered by Him. Right now, your drone is there, right?”

“Iya, Kyai. Very feeling...”.

“At the moment of death, he remains. Keep reminding you of the dignity of your sanctity, bringing you to meld with the Rasing of God, with which you came to Him. As Allah says in the many holy verses of the Qur'an, “Return to Me.” To me, says God. Not to others, whatever else it is.”

Akas took a long breath.

“If not wrong, we used to have discussed Asmaning God, right?” Kyai Khalil asked again.

Akas nods, “Devices ‘adam Asmaning Allah."

“Well, this one is the fact of the nature of ‘adam Asmaning Allah earlier.”

“More in yes, Kyai?”

Kyai Khalil nodded, “The dignity of taste exceeds the dignity of the name. Dignity of taste is as dignified as nature. Suppose yourself as a substance, then is it your nature?”

“Iya, Kyai.”

“There's your name too, right?”

“Iya, Kyai.”

“Well, judging from yourself as a substance, near where is the nature by name?”

“Phase...”.

“That's. Nature cannot be separated from its substance. Where there is a substance, by its nature. If it's a name, your name could be heard there, but your substance isn't there. But, this is just a picture. Not the real situation for Dzatullah. Because everything is Him. All these are His substance, His Nature, His Asthma, and His Afal. All the stories have been finished. Inna lillaahi wa inna ilaihi raaji. Come from Him, return to Him. Conclusion, He. Yes hulu, yes muanganya.”

Akas.

“Is there anything else you want to ask?” Kyai Khalil started again.

“It's over, Kyai..” replied the student.

“Hehehe...,” the teacher laughed softly.

“But, one more. Last...”

Kyai Khalil laughed again, “Please.”

“What does Kyai Khalil message mean?” I looked at his teacher. Sure this is just a term, but what does it mean? Than curious. ...

“Wah, this weight, hehehe.., should be with taste too. At the boundary of understanding, every scholar, a person of knowledge, is essentially given responsibility to maintain the trust of the world. That is why they are elevated some degrees from others, by their knowledge. So, science or knowledge is not a free thing, hehehe.... There is some responsibility later to the One Who Gives. All science, in essence, must be able to bring the world and its contents back to Him. So simple picture.”

“All science? That other science?”

“There is no other science. In reality, all science is one. It's like it's just being broken up. Whatever knowledge it is, if read by faith, it will return 'one' to Him. For He is the All-Knower, the All-Knower. All these sciences, straight and crooked, belong to Him. Who says angels belong? Kara who belongs to the devil? Who says ours? How can it be said to belong to them, if even they belong to Him, right?"

Akas. Aye!

“But, Kyai, is there any science that is misleading?”

“This is it, not his science. Knowledge is wrong. Wrong, the man. The so-called science of religion though, if one person, say lack of faith, will be misleading as well. For him and for others who follow him. Walaa tasytaruu bi’ahdillaahi syamanan. Isn't it obvious? Please see what happens around us.”

Akas....

Walaa tasytaruu bi'ahdillaahi syamanan, innamaa 'indallaahi huwa khairul lakum inkuntum ta'lamuun. And do not exchange your covenant with Allah for a cheap price: verily that which is with Allah is better for you if you know (QS. an-Nahl: 95).

“Every spark of science, down by the price. With agreement. Do not accept it, feel it is his, solely the result of his hard efforts, then feel entitled to use as he pleases. Remember, there is an agreement, there is a form of accountability later. Alaisallaahu bi-ahkamil haakimiin. Is not Allah the Just Judge? Not spared even a dzarrah..”.

I raised my face, looked at my teacher.

Kyai Khalil smiled, “Don't worry and don't grieve. He was simply asked to return all my self to Him. That's it, hehehe..”.

I nodded tensely.

“Come smile again, hehehe.... Confessed with knowledge of the same God even pale,” Kyai Khalil mark his student, calm him.

So, Akas also mesem while scratching his head.