HERBS

The Best Woman's

Khadijah is the best friend and woman in the present. That's in my view. The view of Ahmad Dharma Ibrahim to his friend. Friends live and are friends in everything.

From him, I learned the meaning of extraordinary patience. Like Rasullullah who loved his Khadijah to the end of his life he never forgot Ummul Mukminin Utama Khadijah bint Khawailid, as well as myself. Just as our Prophet said that there would be no more women to replace Khadijah's mother in her life and heart, so I was like that in my Kavya.

I gave him the nickname Kavya because he was so adept at poetry, like Ummul Mukminin Utama Khadijah bint Khuwailid who also mastered poetry.

If before marrying the Prophet, the nickname of the daughter of the wealthy nobleman is the Queen of Mecca and after marrying the Prophet her nickname is the mother of the Muslims or called Ummul Mukminin. So my Khadijah, after and after marriage remains Kavya for me.

I'll give you some information about him. It may not be as glorious as Khadijah's mother, but Kavya-ku is also gentle, patient and generous as Ummul Mukminin Khadijah. It will not rival Ummul Mukminin I, but my Khadijah is skilled at arithmetic, arithmetic and horsemanship. Of course you didn't read wrong. Kavya-ku is good at riding just like The True Love of Muhammad SAW. Not only is he good at riding, he is also good at archery and swimming. Do you know that the three sports are sports recommended by the Prophet, Islamic sports.

My Kavya always looked after Khadijah bint Khuwailid's mother, especially her great patience. Patience is not just about defending against obstacles. Patience is not being unjust despite being able to do it¹.

At that time, Kavya was accused of cheating by one of his uncles. The youngest uncle of his father's side did not accept if Khadijah who is not his brother's son got an inheritance in the form of money and home after Khalid, his father. If Khadijah's mother was from a noble family, then my Khadijah was a rich princess.

At the time, we were not married. She was just a seventeen year old orphan girl.

"There's no way my brother doesn't know the rules of sharing inheritance by religion. An illegitimate child does not deserve anything from my brother!"

At that time, he displayed his smile as if he was facing a small child who was whining for candy.

"really. That's right, Uncle. I'm not gonna leave anything."

I was so astonished, how could he be at his young age, he could still behave as if he had been in this life for fifty years? The beginning of my admiration was from his patient attitude.

Khadijah was the son of Mahira's aunt's friend, Khalid's uncle's wife who had died a year before Khalid.

Adoptive children cannot inherit from each other, as well as adulterous children. But what bothers me is my uncle's words. Does he not know that there are no illegitimate children in this world? Every child is born in a state of holiness. The actions of his parents are illegal.

I am the nephew of his father's youngest sister's wife and friend.

Then there was one more thing that steadied my heart for him to make me my friend forever.

When we were twenty years old, college assignments made us have to go home a little late. Ghost rumors and kidnappings were rife at the time. To be honest, I was a man who was a little scared when passing through the streets of a quiet residential complex, and now we were instead told to wait by my mother in front of a deserted old building. My mother said I would pick us up there.

Ah, next information, I married Khadijah after graduating from high school. My mother is the mastermind of all this. He loved the virtuous Khadijah and disagreed with what his sister-in-law did to my wife.

"Dharma scared?" ask me at that time. Her soft, delicate hand held my cold hand. Because of that grip, not only the warm hands, but also my heart.

"Patience. I'll be there any minute. Mom said that, right?"

I'm nodding. I clasped his hand because I was still scared. I wonder where that incredible courage he got?

"Courage is not fear. Courage is patiently waiting in the right place even in a state of fear.²"

I laughed in my heart. Why does he always know how I feel? Oh, Kavya-ku!

Five years later, she gave birth to our first daughter, Zainab Zuriyati. I gave that name to our little girl. Three years later Muhammad Ismail was born as our son. My mother gave him a name. Our lives are ordinary, no extraordinary event or tragedy can be made history.

However, it is this habit that creates memories.

Until, the habit was snatched away because of the death of my beloved wife. My smart wife is poetry, patient, and intelligent. He died because he was called by God in a way I could not accept. Killed by her mother's husband.

Zainab was seven years old at the time. My two children are with their grandmothers. I'm still in the office. As a tax office clerk, I'm used to going home late.

When I came home, I found my wife lying with a stomach covered in blood. I almost went crazy seeing my wife's body lying on the floor. I couldn't hold back my tears and sobs. I even said God was cruel so angry at my wife's unnatural death.

Indeed, the perpetrator has been tried, but I am still less able to accept.

What am I supposed to tell my two kids? What can I do to treat our inner wounds?

But far from it, the little Zainab comforted me. It was unexpectedly he who calmed me down. Just like his mother, he was so patient and noble. Thank you, God. You gave Zainab a temperament like her mother. It is my sorrow and Ishmael, my little daughter that overcome. Even he who made me realize to be able to let his mother and apologize to the criminal.

Khadijah, you really are an educator. Kavya, you're the best mother and lover. I will never stop remembering and loving you.

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Ten years have passed the mother of Zainab Zuriyati and Muhammad Ismail, now I will marry a woman whom my father chose because of family insistence. However, the first woman will never be replaced. Because Kavya is part of me and my heart belongs only to Khadija. Like the Messenger of Allah who will never neglect to remember Khadijah Radhiyallahu Anha even years after the death of the mother of Muslims, so did I.

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1 and 2: The words of Khuwailid to his daughter, Ummul Mukminin Utama Khadijah bint Khawailid, the queen in the heart of Muhammad Rasulullah Shallahu Alaihi Wassalam.