Hanifa For Devan

Wedding Exam

Time has shown at eight o'clock. In a few minutes, Devan will be taken to the operating room. Everyone in the room was still silently looking at the figure who was doing something on top of his safe. Nothing to talk about. Even Hanifa, since the Maghrib prayer, he was still silent near his umminya.

Meanwhile, Devan, he was performing Isya prayers with the operating clothes he had just worn. Jihan and Dr. Arif are still not here. Hanifa continued to look at Devan who was still solemn with her prayers. Just saying the last greeting, the door was already opened by doctor Arif following some nurses behind him.

“Nak Devan, are you ready?"

The owner of the name who had just finished his prayer let out a long sigh, then smiled. It indicates that he is ready. Without waiting for a reply in the form of a voice, all the nurses who had entered immediately pushed Devan's bed to come out.

“Wait, Doc," prevent Devan when they just get to the front door.

“What's up?"

Devan turned his head towards the newly standing Hanifa. “I want to talk to my wife for a minute" he asked.

“What's up, Van? Do you need anything?" asked Hanifa who was already standing beside Devan.

The man shook his head. “I just need you near me, Fa," he replied smiling with a hand that tightly grasped Hanifa's hand.

“You can definitely," said Hanifa cheeringly.

Devan nodded at Hanifa's words just now. “Already, Doc. We can walk now."

Doctor Arif says it. They continued their journey to the operating room which was about a few meters away from the room where Devan was treated.

A few minutes later, Devan finally arrived at the door of the operation. There, he was greeted by several other doctors.

“Brother Devan, are you ready?" ask a middle-aged doctor who just came out and welcomed Devan.

“Can I ask you something, Doc?"

“Sure."

“I want, my wife is allowed inside."

Devan's request managed to make the girl standing next to him surprised. “Devan, you don't talk weird, yeah. I promise I'll wait for you here."

“How, Doc? Can, right?" devan asked the doctor in front of him.

The doctor thought for a while, then smiled. “If that's what cools Devan's brother, then we allow. Please sister Hanifa wear the prepared clothes."

Hanifa did not move immediately. His eyes looked at his father and ummimanya. After getting a nod from the two, then his feet can step.

All the family members other than Hanifa and doctor Arif were waiting outside. Jihan only came shortly after Devan went inside.

“Fa," call Devan.

“Yes, Van."

Devan smiled with his hand still tightly grasping Hanifa's hand. As if I didn't want to take it off for a second.

“You don't think of a macem-macem, yes. I'll keep you here. Now you're not alone anymore. I am sure God will heal you. You are strong."

Hanifa's eyes stared fixedly at Devan, as if wanting to give her spirit through the look in her eyes.

Devan nodded. “Thank you."

“Can we start the operation?"

The doctor asked several other medics in the room and immediately got a compact nod from them. After the senior doctor gave command and did the division of duties, the other doctor went to pick up a tool that would not have been available there.

Seeing some equipment before his eyes, Hanifa's hands trembled. The vibration was felt by Devan. How not? This was his first time seeing the operation directly.

“Hanifa?"

"Huh, huh?"

"That operation, right, me. How are you nervous?" devan asked smiling.

“I'm scared, Van. I'm afraid you're why."

“God willing, nothing will happen. I promise to you. I must be all right. I'll heal for you."

Devan tries to convince Hanifa that things will improve. Devan was convinced that God would kindly give him more time to be with Hanifa.

“Can we start Devan's brother?"

“Bismilbornrahmanirrahiim."

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After being given the drug, then Devan's hand took off his grip. Now his eyes are perfectly closed. Then, several other doctors fixed Devan's head in the appropriate position to ensure the surgery was performed on the right part of the brain.

When he got into the right position, a doctor took out a pair of scissors and cut Devan's hair. Before surgery on the skull was done, Hanifa immediately asked for permission to come out because she really could not see the operation.

“Hanifa? You why?" ask ummi Fatimah when Hanifa just came out.

Without answering, Hanifa immediately hugged her umminya. He shed his tears in the arms of the woman who had raised him.

“Honey, already, yes. Don't cry anymore" said the ummi as she stroked her daughter's head. “Honey, horrified Ummi, yes. We as slaves must be sure of God. He is Powerful over everything. We're handing over to God, yes, son. God will give you the best. Devan definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

Hanifa was silent, her last sentence umminya managed to resuscitate her. Everything I said was true. Why should he be weak when the All-Strong God is still with him? Why should we grieve when the Most Rich is still faithfully waiting for Him. Waiting for his servant to beg and ask Him. And why should he be pessimistic when the Most Compassionate and Merciful God is always near him?

“Ummi, Ifa wants to go to the mosque first, yes. Ifa has not prayed Isya."

"Yes, baby."

“Later if anything, Ummi tell Ifa, yes."

“Sure."

While wiping away the rest of her tears, Hanifa walked through the hospital corridor towards the mosque. Once he arrived, he immediately took ablution water and fulfilled his duty as a servant.

In her last prostration, Hanifa prayed for her parents, herself and for Devan.

Assalamualaikum warahmatullah's

Assalamualaikum warahmatullah's

Finished the greeting, Hanifa raised both her hands. “Yes Allah, Yes Rahman. With all the humiliation that I have, I ask You. Forgive the servant, the servant's parents and those whom the servant loves. With Your Mercy and Your mercy, O Rabbi, I beg you.

"Please, heal Devan. Eliminate all the pain he suffered. Launch the operation, O Allah. Save her. You are the best healer and salvation giver. La haula wala quwwata illa billahilaliyiladzim. Aamiin.”

After the sunnah prayer, Hanifa immediately folded the mucus she wore, then put it to its original place. Just about to step up, suddenly his ears caught something. Soon he turned around. Apparently there was a brief recitation in front of the dividing curtain.

Curtains are deliberately stretched to limit the distance between the priest and the master when praying. Despite being blocked by the green curtain, the worshippers who were still sitting there could hear what the old man in front of him was saying.

According to the information he got from Devan, the mosque in this hospital is always conducting an Islamic study of Isya's bada prayers filled by doctors on duty.

Routine assessment is deliberately done to provide encouragement and motivation to patients to be more enthusiastic in living a life that has been given by God. And accept whatever has been written for him.

Thus, slowly the sense of optimism in each patient and family increases.

An hour more to stay in the mosque while listening to the lecture, Hanifa's heart became calmer. While walking to the operating room, Hanifa did not stop to remember what had just been said by a doctor who she knew his name was Dr. Rahman.

“The world was created as a testing ground. Why so? Because the faith, love and devotion of a servant can be measured when he gets the test. And in this world, God sent down all forms of trials to man. If there is no world, where is the testing place? In heaven? Heaven is not a testing ground, heaven is a place of pleasure.

"Heaven does not fit as a place of suffering, a place of sorrow does not fit. Because of heaven, Allah created as his house of happiness, the final station for those who believe and do good deeds."

Hanifa listened carefully.

“Therefore the world was created, as a place where man collected tickets to be able to enter his last station. That ticket is what we can call a test. Is it because God hates? No. gabe. God never hated what He created.

"If Allah were to give a test simply because he hated His servant, then where would be the Most Gracious, Most Gracious, nature of Allah? Allah is Most Merciful to every creature.

So from the test, the proof of the love and affection of God to his servant.

"Well, how can you? Ja. When a servant of faith is given a test, he will often speak His name, even in the form of a complaint. God, why is my life like this, why is my life like that. Without realizing it, a servant was already closer to Allah. The exam can be passed with one word: patience.

"God is Most Patient. As Abu Musa said, the Prophet PBUH. Say: No one is more patient when he hears hurtful things than Allah SWT. Indeed, they made Him a match, and they made a child for Him. He gave them sustenance and supported them (HR. Bukhari and Muslim).

"Well, from that hadith we can learn. God as Creator alone can be patient, then what about us as His creation. Abu Said ra. Saying that the Prophet SAW. Says No one is awarded a gift that is greater and greater than patience. (CHR. Five Hadith Experts)."

Hanifa sighed deeply, then took it out slowly. Now his heart was convinced that God was giving something precious to him and Devan, which is this test.

It made him remember the message of a teacher ngajinya Usamah bin Zaid ra, ever preached the word of the Prophet Muhammad SAW: Surely only Allah is entitled to take, and only He is entitled to give. All things have been laid down by His commandments, so be patient and expect His reward. (CHR. Ibn Majah).

His feet were still casually walking through the hallway to where Devan was operated on. It was time to be seized for helping someone earlier in the mosque. The smile that had been expanding on his face instantly disappeared when he saw his father coming out of the operating room with an expression that was difficult to interpret.

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