Hanifa For Devan

Story About Mother Khadijah

The weather that afternoon was very stinging. With the unfriendly heat, the members who were training at that time had to find a shady place to practice. But the heat of the sun did not seem to apply to the man who was making some knots.

“Van, take a break. It's really hot in the weather," said someone trying to remind.

The called one turned his head for a while, then smiled and continued his activities. “A minute, Jun."

Arjun just gave his thumbs up then went to buy a drink. After the departure of his spirit earlier, suddenly his head felt heavy. Probably because the heat of the sun is directly above it.

“Thank God it's done," he said smiling as he held his head that felt throbbing louder. Soon he left the palanquin he had finished making.

The closer he got to the classroom, the pain in his head grew. He fell to the floor and leaned his body against the wall.

“Aaaarrgghh!" He held his head quite firmly.

“Devan!" call someone running towards him with a very worried face. Who else if not Hanifa. He noticed Devan's movements from the field to the classroom.

“Why are you?' ask Hanifa worriedly.

“My head hurts," Devan answered still holding his head while closing his eyes.

“In a moment, yes," pinta Hanifa searched for something in her bag. After that give some medicine to Devan.

“This, drink."

Devan drank it immediately. After that, he breathed a sigh of relief. The pain in his head slowly began to decrease.

“You didn't take your medicine?" hanifa asked after seeing that Devan was not as sick as before.

Devan shakes. "Gue's not going home."

Hanifa let out a long breath. “At least you brought it, Van. And then, why not Arjun? Your work can be done later."

“Gue doesn't like procrastination. Understand?!”

“Iya, okay. I-i understand. But now, you don't practice anymore. The weather is very hot. Soon the training will be over." Hanifa stood up immediately. “Now you're sitting here, and don't go anywhere!" his orders.

Before the girl left, Devan stretched out his hand. It made Hanifa raise her eyebrows confused.

“Gue can't stand," Devan said.

Without responding to Devan's words, Hanifa left instead.

"Basic snail. Have no feelings. Sick people instead of being helped even go," Devan nagged suudzon.

Not a minute away, Hanifa had already returned to Devan's place. Now he's with Arjun. That confused Devan.

“Jun, can you help Devan to the front of the class? His legs were limp, so he could not stand on his own" Hanifa said smilingly.

Arjun nodded. "Yok, Van!" she immediately embraces Devan's body and takes him to the front of the class, as per Hanifa's orders. The girl followed from behind.

"Hard-headed this kid. It was told to rest first, not even want to," grumbled Arjun.

Arjun is Devan's only close friend. Because of their long friendship, Arjun knows all sides of Devan's life, especially about the disease he is suffering from.

"Later to go home to me. Now, don't go back to the field. I want to clean the equipment first," said Arjun after making sure his friend rest.

Devan shakes. "No need, Juni. I brought my own car."

"Well, come home careful . Let me know if there's anything" said Arjun, after which he decided to go to the cafeteria to buy something.

Hanifa and Devan are now on the bench. Hanifa briefly glanced at the man beside her, then immediately stared at another object. It was also done by Devan. The atmosphere was silent until one of them opened his voice.

“Where is your head? Still sick, isn't it?" Hanifa tried to figure out Devan's condition.

Devan shakes. “Udah is better," he replied. After that glanced at his watch and stood about to leave. "Gue wants to go back. You're not coming?"

“Serah Lo. I never asked you to work at my house." Devan threw his face away and prepared to step his foot.

“Devan," call Hanifa.

Devan moved his face slightly to the side. "What?"

"You mad?"

"No."

Just one step moving his legs, Hanifa's voice again sounded.

"Devan." call Hanifa again.

"CK! What?!”

“Thanks, yes, the book."

“Hm," the answer is short.

“And his motivation." Hanifa continued her words.

Devan's eyes narrowed. “What motivation?”

“Although you are not as beautiful as Fatimah, not as smart as Aisyah and not as great as Khadijah. But you still have a chance to be the best woman" Hanifa said, repeating the words she had read in the book Devan gave her. “That's your handwriting, right?"

Devan smiled, without seeing Hanifa. After that he left. I do not know until when he will Istiqomah with a cold attitude and the face of his feet. Nevertheless, Hanifa was grateful.

Hanifa knew Devan was actually a good person. But its goodness needs to be interpreted first, in order to be understood by others.

“Time to go home, Hanifa glanced at the clock stuck in her hand. After putting your feet out.

Can I have that angel of God? muttered someone. His shady eyes were still staring at the figure who had just ignored his call.

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“Assalamualaikum," said Hanifa after taking off her shoes.

No answer heard. Maybe ummi is still in the mosque and her sisters are playing in the back garden.

After entering the room, Hanifa took off her bag. Then hurry up and change clothes. When he returned from the bathroom, he glanced at the pink wall clock in his room, Azaan Ashar prayer was only fifteen minutes away. While waiting for the azan, Hanifa took out the book that Devan gave her yesterday. The Book of Exemplary Women.

Hanifa smiled as she read a headline, 'Khadijah Binti Khuwalid: Loyal wife, always ready.'

His admiration for the figure of Khadijah's mother grew larger as he read the next page. Written in the book, when one day there was a big event that the Prophet experienced while being alone in the Cave of Hira, contemplating the greatness of His creator and leaving the hustle and bustle of the ignorance of his people, while being alone in the Cave of Hira, the angel Gabriel sent down His first revelation.

At that time the Prophet was ordered to read, but he always replied I cannot read! so the letter of Al-Alaq verses 1-5 came down which was the first verse received by Raslullah. SAWS.

After the incident, the Prophet returned to his house trembling. His fear was still not lost with what he had just experienced. He immediately met his wife, Khadijah, saying: "Cover me .. blanket me ..." Sontak Khadijah immediately enveloped him.

After that, the Prophet's fear subsided. The Prophet began to tell his wife what he was going through. Hanifa increasingly made haru with the soft speech of the mother of Khadijah at that time.

Mother Khadijah calmed and comforted her husband by saying : ”Relax my husband. By Allah, He will never humiliate you. You are a person who likes to connect friends, speak honestly and help the weak and like to help on the path of goodness.

Thus Khadijah is suri tauladan, the main helper of Raslullah. SAW., he defended the Prophet with his soul and wealth. He was also the first to believe and justify the proselytization of the Prophet, and also felt the weight and pain of the challenge of proselytizing to uphold Islam at that time.

Since reading the book, Hanifa's smile never faded. He hoped to emulate great women throughout the ages like the mother of Khadijah. Struggling with all her soul to defend her husband.

“I promise, will fight for my husband later. Like the struggle of the mother of Khadijah to the Prophet. But who will I fight for?" Hanifa asked herself with a still-influenced smile on her lips.

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