Love Fighters Al - Aqsa
CPA1: The Hero of Gaza Today
Afrizal kept running among the ruins of the building. He had just left the point of getting several bombs dropped from Israeli F-16 fighter jets.
Dressed in a black and dark blue striped uniform, the head and face were covered in a black, head-bound mask typical of the Izzuddin Al-Qassam Brigades, Afrizal passed through a field full of crushed building stones scattered irregularly. Several throwing grenades hung around his waist. His right hand carried an object like a short stick but was quite fat in thickness.
This time Afrizal got a special assignment. A total of 15 tanks have crossed the border and entered the blockaded enclave. Israeli tank forces are moving towards Palestinian residential areas. The success of his mission this time will be an important determinant in the war of the day and will be able to save many civilian lives.
On the other hand, Israeli fighter jets blindly continue to bombard targets they call buildings or positions of Hamas fighters. In fact, for the day, all those targeted by the air strikes were civilian buildings.
A few more minutes of magrib time will arrive. While the sky began to dim its color as the sun that soon disappeared from view.
Afrizal is now behind the ruins of a building at the very end of the northern Gaza Strip. He paused for a moment and took shelter behind the rocks. He looked far ahead, into an empty field near the border.
The creepy sound of the machines of dozens of steel tanks became gripping music for Afrizal. He saw dozens of Leopard tanks moving forward like steel monsters without conscience ready to slaughter Palestinian Muslims in the Gaza Strip.
The distance of the tank troops was only a few hundred meters away from its position. He must act now.
“Bismillah! Allahuakbar!” pekik Afrizal, then came out of hiding and sprint to welcome the arrival of rows of steel tanks.
After running for a hundred meters and before any Israeli soldiers shot him from the tank, Afrizal jumped down on the ground as his right hand climbed up and pointed the tip of his stick into the sky.
Press!
After the thumb of his right hand was pressed on a button, from the end of the stick streaked a bright red light up high into the sky. The beam sloped over the position of the Israeli tank troops.
Booms!
The light broke out loud in the air.
Seesst! Seesst! Seesst!
But after that, dozens of loud sounds of rockets released from the base were heard simultaneously from various places that were not visible. It's just that, suddenly from several directions sprung dozens of rockets, even hundreds of rockets, which shot up into the air and headed to one area. That area was none other than the location where dozens of steel tanks were located.
Blars! Blars! Blars...!
The rockets released by the Izzuddin Al-Qassam Brigades fighters from their hidden positions created a hell for the Israeli tanks that were powerless to rain rockets, and then created fields of destruction.
Afrizal only chose to lie down as deeply as possible to kiss the earth, not daring to raise his head. Both hands covered his ears. The field in front of him instantly turned into a jungle of explosions vying to destroy and spread waves of black-clad flames. The steel tanks instantly were like pawns on a chessboard being hit by a loud bang.
After the sound of the rocket launch and explosion stopped, while the nature in front of it was still covered in thick smoke and scattering of dust and soil, suddenly from some side outside the bomb field sprang up groups of masked and armed men. From the ground came a number of troops like rising from the grave, then moving quickly through the fog of the rest of the explosion.
Tar tar tar...! Booms! Booms!
The sound of gunfire rang out in droves followed by moderate explosions. Grenades were thrown into the remains of tanks suspected of being inhabited by surviving Israeli Jewish soldiers.
The soldiers dressed in dark and masked clothes were none other than the Izzuddin Al-Qassam Brigades troops that emerged from the ground. They have long been on full alert, disciplined at the mouths of tunnels whose existence is kept secret.
For a moment, Afrizal looked up and stared intently at the area in front of him. The field in front was beginning to be seen. Along with that, the resistance forces of the Hamas group moved quickly and then disappeared into the back and forth of the mound of land.
There was no sign of life from the Israeli tank forces. Afrizal stood up slowly.
However, suddenly the sound of fighter jets sounded so close. Afrizal quickly turned around and looked at the twilight sky. An F-16 jet flew in close to the sky above its head.
The set! Blouse!
A missile is fired at the Afrizal position.
Afrizal's body was thrown flying as the missile fell several tens of meters from its founding position. He fell on the ground. The young man's body was still motionless.
However, in a matter of numbers, Afrizal's body moved slowly, then moved trying to stand.
“Allahuakbar! Aaak..!” pekik Afrizal withstood the pain. His deep body felt crumpled with bones that felt disconnected.
Again the sound of Israeli fighter jets came closer deafening.
Afrizal's rush ran fast. He ran towards a tower that stood tall intact, but the mosque building that became the main part, was badly destroyed.
The plane passed well above Afrizal's head without releasing a missile. At last Afrizal came under the tower.
To Afrizal's knowledge, at the top of the minaret was a simple anti-aircraft gun. He immediately ran up the tower stairs.
Meanwhile, a plane came closer. It was as if the war was fought only between Afrizal and Israeli fighter jets. Back, the jet was just passing by. However, another jet soon came closer as Afrizal continued to run upwards.
Upon arrival at the top, there was indeed a simple anti-aircraft gun for the war class as great as that time. Afrizal grabbed it immediately.
The set! Blouarr!
Not to mention that Afrizal operated the assault weapon, a missile from an F-16 jet quickly hit the top of the tower.
Afrizal, who was not directly hit, was blown out of the window of the tower which was also destroyed. Afrizal's body slid down towards the ruins of the mosque building. It is certain that Afrizal's body will be crushed to hit the rocks.
“Hupbleqelk..!”
Afrizal immediately wavered in the salty dark sea water, after his body slid down from the chart. He had a great dream in the middle of the sea so subconsciously his body rolled to the side and fell from the bamboo floor where he slept.
However, as a fisherman, the young man in black and burly form was soon able to control himself. It turned out that he had been carried away by the waves of the night sea as far as several tens of meters from the area of the legs of his chart. Afrizal soon gained control and swam to the foot of his chart.
Bagan is one of the buildings of dozens of bamboo assemblies in the middle of the sea in the form of a box with four corners of the main legs. All four legs are made of nibung wood that is straight long stuck to the sea floor. This type of chart cannot move places. As for the chart that can move around the place is a jerrycan chart whose legs do not stick to the bottom, but float with the help of dozens of plastic drums and an anchor. At the top of the chart is made a floor of bamboo and plank to taste, as well as a dog house to shelter and sleep. The top is also equipped with two towering wooden poles. On one side of the edge of the chart, there is a net rope player that functions to lower and raise a large and wide net into the water.
Afrizal finally reached his chart. He paused for a moment with his body in the water and his left hand holding a bamboo bagan. His right hand rubbed water on his face. In his gaze the sky began to whiten faintly. From the condition of the sky, as a fisherman, Afrizal knew that it was approaching dawn. He also looked for a moment at three petromac lamps hanging just below the dog house in the middle of the chart. The bright lights carried on the ropes, just a few meters above the surface of the sea, which was choppy high enough.
The young man who only had blue training pants immediately climbed onto the legs of the bamboo bagan, then climbed up to the top reaching the floor.
“Allaaahuakbar! Al-Aqsa! (God is Great! Masjid Al-Aqsa our rights!).”
Suddenly Afrizal shouted loudly to the vastness of the sea and sky as he stood on the edge of the chart. The 25-year-old then laughed proudly, he did not rub the cold created by the sea breeze caressing his wet body.
“Dream of war in the Gaza Strip? Waw! Subhanallah! Ahaha! Dream of war in Palestine!”
Afrizal speaks for himself with a bright face and implies a sense of pride. Suddenly he moved his upper body with both hands clenched and bent in front of his chest. Afrizal dancing without music. The rhythm of his jog seems to be heard in his imagination.
“Hahaha!”
Not long Afrizal jiggled, until finally he stopped and laughed loudly by himself, showing that he was so happy.
He then walked on a bamboo tree to get to the bamboo floor around his mini house. Upon arrival at the mini-house, Afrizal sat down and looked down, into the seawater illuminated by petromak lights. There were some small fish swimming around under the light of the lamp.
“Sepi,” said softly. Then his mind said, “Pas I fell must be his fish on the blur, hahaha.”
Afrizal then took a towel and wiped his wet head and body. He took the bucket from a medium-sized black bucket tied to a piece of mine. The bucket was thrown down the chart. With him he took the sea water. With sea water then he did the practice of wudu without doing the gargles.
After berwudu, Afrizal grabbed a shirt and wore it. But, still with his training pants still wet, he stood up and began praying on a thick clean plywood sheet of fish scales. This type of tancap chart makes the chart not shake by the waves, so that Afrizal can pray calmly. Unlike if the boat or jerrycan chart that never stops swaying is played by the waves.
Right after getting two rakaat, the sound of dawn prayer was heard in the distance, sourced from the mosque and musala on the mainland on the east side there, precisely at the foot of Mount Rajabasa.
The entry at dawn makes Afrizal continue the sunnah prayers two rakaat followed by iqamah and dawn prayers. After a moment of remembrance, he prayed.
“Yes Allah, let the servant who does not know the least about Palestine and Al-Aqsa Mosque, except just hearing the story, can feel the dust of jihad liberation of Al-Aqsa Mosque. O Allah, allow servants to pray in Al-Aqsa Mosque, even though they must be imprisoned first by the Israeli army.”
That is one of the Afrizal prayer lines from a group of prayers that he always prayed to Allah.
And now, it's time for Afrizal to act. He went inside his mini house and pulled up two petromac lamps and let one stay suspended above the water.
“Alhamdulillah!” peeking Afrizal suddenly.
The scream of pleasure appeared because Afrizal saw there were several shadows of large fish had been seen in the water. The fish did not just pass, but revolved under the light of the lamp.
“Yes Allah, may along,” he said softly but happily.
Along is a term used by Bugis fishermen which means that many fish are abundant.
Afrizal immediately got out of the mini house and went to take a bamboo stick to get to the rope netting round tool. The tool was a large, round long wood, wrapped around four large mining threads whose other ends were stretched tightly into the sea at four square points. In the middle of the big wood there are wooden handles to rotate.
By exerting great energy, Afrizal slowly pulled the wooden levers alternately so that the long wood rotated slowly wrapped around the rope stretched out tightly into the water.
The sound of the bamboo chart creaking was heard every time the rope moved up. Thus the weight of the load pulled, making Afrizal also use the services of his feet to hold the lever so as not to turn back. Because if you turn around, the load will drop again quickly.
After about four minutes of exerting great power, from the deep water below the chart appeared slowly four long bamboo stalks that connected each other up to the surface. The more the bamboo square rises out of the water, then the wall of the net appears to rise, so that a water field is formed that is confined by a black net that has small pores. Fish or sea animals that are confined by the wall of a large net, it is very certain will not be able to escape, because the net no longer has a hole.
After the four bamboos that are the lips of the net are docked on the chart, Afrizal locks the round lever so as not to turn back. So, under the chart that has been caged by the net, a number of fish swim frantically, but can not go anywhere.
For a moment Afrizal looked into the net and asked small, “Where is the big fish?”
Indeed, Afrizal did not see any large fish swimming in the water that had been confined. It looked like only a few small fish and a few squid tails. But, the net that was still sinking was still huge, not all of it was lifted yet.
“Ah, that's it!” pekik Afrizal finally.
From within the water that was caged by the net appeared the shadow of one big fish. Although only one was in sight, Afrizal happily immediately moved there and here, pulling some support ropes, so that part by part the net lifted up more. In the end, all the black nets had been lifted.
Now we see the catch of the Afrizal chart net. There are two fish as big as an adult's foot along with a number of small fish and squid.
So happy, Afrizal again stood up while dancing to move his shoulders like before, as if being swept away by intoxicating music. After laughing, he made a prostration of gratitude.
“Alhamdulillah, thank goodness! Hahaha!” afrizal bertahmid said repeatedly.
After a long time, he finally got a big catch. He last had a fish meal five months ago. Later the sea conditions are always bad weather and the fish supply in the Kalianda Sea seems to have run out. (BH)
