HERBS

Walidati

"Prove that your God exists, Kenkyo!!"

The frustrated voice sounded bitter, as if splitting the night.

On the lap of the thin-moustached man, a woman with long hair was dying. Tears flowed from both. Silent night, lightning struck into the atmosphere in their private room.

"It is precisely because God exists that He sent His angel of death to fetch me." The woman replied softly. Very smooth voice.

"You said, He is loving, loving, loving. Then why did He torture His weak and good servant like you? He was more suited to being called cruel!"

The woman beristighfar. She told her husband to do what he had just done. Reluctantly, the man complied. The woman on the lap was smiling in her tears.

"God we want to tell you, that this is how death is. That you may remember death."

Hearing his wife's words, the man sobbed.

"There is a cause, there is a consequence. That causality happened, my husband."

The man nodded. Realizing that it was because of him that the wife took her life in such a way. If only he had not followed his ego, stabbing would not have happened.

"God loves me. God invited me to no longer feel this pain in my body,"

"I'll get back at them!!"

"God is the best judge. Revenge will not solve the problem, revenge will not be able to calm the heart. If you attack each other, there will be no end."

Please, live peacefully with your sons. Treat Shinichi son Naomi like you treat Kensuke and Kyosuke, Khadijah Kenkyo's two twin sons."

The man sobbed. He could not afford to lose his beloved wife. The wife who introduced her to the meaning of true love. The wife who introduced him to God. A wife who never stopped loving and respecting him. His faithful wife accompanied him.

"I am old. Why should you be called, hm?"

The woman smiled. "Because God believes that you can take care of our three sons."

"The twins still need their mother. I'm begging you, honey. Ask God to delay your death." Shinsuke who lost his mind, asked for such a crazy thing.

"You often say that nothing is impossible for God. Please, ask the Lord whom you always worship and praise" he said. After that it was really crying beating the rush of rain out there.

"Ashhadu .. alla .. ilallah... way asshadu .. anna ... Mohammed ... Prophet."

Just as the woman finished reciting the creed in a disjointed voice, Israfil took her life.

"KENKYO!!!!!" pilu's screams.

The thunderbolt is showing off its power. The room is now filled with the sound of heartbreaking tears from the husband who lost his wife.

The old man had lost his wife. Leaving behind deep sorrow. The loser is Takahashi Shinsuke. Myself.

"Guard!"

The eldest son Shinsuke opens the door and finds his father crying while tightly clutching the body of the biological mother of his two young brothers. He was not stupid, the boy knew that the wife of his biological father had passed away.

He approached both parents who were taking care of him. He lifted both his bills, praying.

"Abati ..," she softly called out to me as she rubbed her wet eyes rough. I'm still crying for my wife, not really ignoring her.

"O Allah, give a place to the woman whom I will call this mother in the best possible place. Aamiin's."

Shinsuke. The crying stopped for a moment. I stroked my biological son's head. "Tell your sisters that your walidah is gone. I can't stand it. What am I supposed to tell those kids?"

"We already know, Abah."

The twins were standing by their father's side, left and right. There is no exaggeration that can be less than two sons of Kenkyo.

What extraordinary lessons have you taught my sons so they can be this beautiful, Kenkyo?

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Vale: My mother

Word: Mother

Abah: Dad

Abati: My father

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Mother's words and messages were still clearly in my mind.

"Study the religion, son. Pray for your mother later. For the prayer of the righteous child will be affirmed by Allah. Wanna pray for walidah?"

"Of course, Walidati." I said at the time.

I have also promised to take my father on a path that will bring them together. Mom says we'll be with the people we love in the afterlife.

Dad came to me, he said, "I-I .. I will study Islam correctly. I-I want to see my wife. I want to be her husband in the afterlife. I don't want anything else."

I teased the father who later regretted because instead of the father losing, even I was made wrong because of his answer.

"Didn't Abah want to be with an angel? More beautiful. Virgin forever. Her calf was beautifully unimaginable, her skin was incomparable white."

"In the Qur'an they are likened to Yaqut and Marjan. A precious gemstone, right?"

Yeah, Ar-Rahman, to be exact. I'm nodding.

"If your mother is Yaqut, Marjan and lu'lu' to me. What else is greedy?"

I don't know what to respond to her father's love line that describes how funny she was to our mother.

"Abati," I called out shrillly, full of haru. Didn't expect that the woman who gave birth to me had a husband like this. "God is jealous. Let Abah not love Walidati more than Abah loves Allah. Walidati used to remind us of that."

I saw Takahashi Shinsuke smiling with meaning. "If a girl you love sends you a love letter, who will you give her attention to, son? The letter sent or the sender?"

What is this question? Of course I .. both. What does father's question mean?

"Who would you love more? Letter or sender?"

The sender, but I keep the letter he sent, and it's the most beautiful memory. I'll keep it as I keep my life, because the letter is important, there's nothing I can lie about if I love the sender.

Uh! I know what Dad meant. So, here's the analogy? My dad .. is a lot smarter I think than my mom. However, the mother is more shrewd to convey knowledge that is easily understood. Not the point of comparing. Of course you were chosen three times before you.

Is not that the word of the Prophet Shallahu Alaihi Wassalam?

"So, Tou-sama, where do we start? Visiting a mosque or attending a study at a Kobe mosque?"

"Who is the speaker?"

"An Indonesian da'i."

I'm sure you'll get up and won't bid again. Indonesia is a country that my father is proud of. My mother is half Indonesian. Our grandmother, Takahashi Fatma, was a Malay Indonesian.

"Let me introduce you to your grandmother tongue!" father said then.

Look, right?

I am so proud of what is in Indonesia. Sometimes he even taught us Malay and Indonesian. Replacing mother.

Ah, mother .. if mother could see father now. I cry so hard that tears come out on my cheeks.

"Boy can't cry, Ken!" said my father embracing my shoulder.

Ouch, Daddy! I'm being embarrassed.

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I was born after Ken. The youngest of Takahashi Shinsuke. My mom said our name was the boundary between mom and dad's name. My mother also always advised me to always get along with my siblings and love each other.

I'm the naughtiest kid, but mom never hits even though sometimes her voice will roll out. I miss my mother.

Mother said, if I miss, I can send a prayer. In the past, I didn't understand, but after his death, I understood.

"Kyo, there is a beautiful girl from Indonesia! You don't want to see?"

Jun's voice returned me.

Our class is quiet. There was only me, Jun and five other female students by the door, gossiping, ordinary women.

Everyone closest to me knew that I was so obsessed with Indonesian girls, except Karina, Jun's lover.

"Who? Karina?"

"Not him! She's a so-called girl. This is really a girl!"

"I'll tell Nana-chan about what you said."

He paled. Lookie! It was a mockery of Karina. Naturally, the man was somewhat afraid of the woman he liked.

My father even said whoever that man was. Want him the most evil, the most arrogant, the most arrogant, the most evil even the most authoritative or the most godly must submit to women.

Didn't the Apostle also say that women are the world's greatest ordeal and the greatest slander?

Know Fir'aun? The man who claimed to be God whom God sent Moses and Aaron to ask him to repent? Well, she also submitted to her empress, the adoptive mother of the prophet Moses himself.

"Don't! She'll cry."

I laugh. Is he or you gonna cry, Jun?

"Well, who's the girl you said you were?"

"From the medical school, his name is ... Amira!"

Okay, time for an approach. Haha!

She said she was a weak but strong creature. So treat them well. Until now, I have not known what the meaning of weak but strong. But I'm sure I'll find it later.

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If anyone says stepmothers are cruel, it must be that they haven't met my mother. Kenkyo's mother is humble as her name suggests.

My mother always said that love does not have to grow because of blood. Love grows because of faith and because we are human. Human nature is to embrace each other for good.

My mother said, a man of faith will not enter the original place alone, will be in crowds.

"We are from heaven. The believing children of Adam Alaihissalam should return to heaven together."

Before twenty-five, I still couldn't figure out what mom's words meant. However, now with time I understand, that my mother told me to broadcast Islam well. Introduce the religion of Islam to the world properly and politely.

She was not my mother, but she was my first madrassa.

Never hated me and my real mother even because of us, she had to lose half of her husband. He never distinguished between Shinichi, Kensuke or Kyosuke.

I will always remember the words of my mother that the phrase tawhid and its meaning must be visited until the end of life.

"Tou-chan!"

I, who enjoyed the tea while reminiscing about my mother, looked back at my daughter's call.

"Sofia-chan, come here!"

He came closer, kissed my hand. "Assalamu'alaikum."

I answered her greeting and ruffled her hair.

"Where's kaa-chan?"

I asked her about the woman I married a year ago.

"Still cleaning the kitchen" he replied.

"Sofia-chan is going to school, don't cry anymore!" my perspiration.

Now, he sits on my lap. The five-year-old girl nodded.

"He's a big deal to you, Anata."

My wife came with a beautiful smile. Bring us a plate of cookies.

"That's because I'm her father."

He looked at me, those eyes implying a word: thank you. Although she was ten years older than me, she still looked young and sweet. No one would have thought he was thirty-six.