Love Fighters Al - Aqsa
CPA10: Al-Aqsa Calling,Mak
Afrizal came out of the musala with other pilgrims after performing the prayer of the Zuhr. The young man in black went straight to his simple house which was not far from the beach of Maja Village, Kalianda District.
The shabby tiled tiled house has a saltfish clothesline on its right side. There are bamboo halls on the terrace of the house overlooking a small highway at the foot of Mount Rajabasa.
When Afrizal entered, he saw Suryani, his 15-year-old sister sitting on the floor, eating lunch in front of the television, while watching. From inside the room came out a middle-aged thin woman who was still white. Nurani is the mother of Afrizal and Syriac.
Conscience has just finished performing the prayer.
“Mak!” call Afrizal gently, making the mother stop moving and look at her eldest son. He memorized, such a tone is usually there is an important thing that Afrizal wants to talk to him.
“Sit!” tell Conscience to his eldest son. He stepped up and sat on a shabby chair whose bus had poked out from being torn.
After his mother sat down, Afrizal sat across the table with his single parent. While Suryani only looked at the two for a moment, then turned back to television.
“What's important issue, Zal?” tanya Nurani slowly, but seriously looked at her son. He hopes it is not what makes him feel disappointed.
Afrizal did not answer. He leaned over to pick up a thin book under the table. The book whose cover was a combination of a mosque and a map Afrizal gave to his mother.
“Emak know about Al-Aqsa Mosque?” ask the child, in a cautious tone.
“Iya, you told a lot to Mother about Al-Aqsa,” replied Nurani.
“Masjid Al-Aqsa calling, Mom. So, Afrizal wants permission to go,” Afrizal said.
The deg!
When the word “izin go” was heard by Nurani, her motherly heart immediately reacted badly. He stared at his son's face. In that inertia he tried to suppress his feelings so as not to gush first his tears to respond to the intentions of his son who was not yet clear.
Hearing the word “izin go” also makes Suryani so look back to her mother and sister. This time he looked at Afrizal. It did not immediately turn to television. He wanted to know where his brother was going.
“You said, Al-Aqsa's place is a conflict area and far away. There was a war there, thousands of people were killed just like the Jews. The people there locked up in his town can't get out. Then, why are you there?” ask Conscience.
“I don't want to go there, but I want to go broadcast about Al-Aqsa Mosque, Mak. It is our third holy mosque that needs to be considered by Muslims in Indonesia, even the world,” said Afrizal meralat.
“Emak doesn't understand what you're talking about, Zal,” said Conscience with a slightly frowning face.
Afrizal began to see his mother's disapproval from his sigh and sharpness of his gaze. His face shows that.
“Begini, Mak. If I could fight arms to Palestine, I would, but I and the Indonesian Muslims who want to defend Palestine would not be able to do that. I have long thought about how I can defend Al-Aqsa Mosque. Well, just this morning I got an idea, Mom. I read in the newspaper about some people who walk around the world with various purposes, so he is famous all over the world..”.
“You mean, you want to be famous too?” tanya Nurani cut in a slightly taut tone.
“It's not so, Mak. What I want to be famous for is Masjid Al-Aqshanya, not me. I plan to walk from this house to Jakarta, to the tip of Java in Madura. I want to tell you about the condition of Al-Aqsa Mosque!” obviously Afrizal with a rather high tone because he was carried away with spirit.
“Yes Allah, Zal!” pekik Nurani suddenly then gurgled at his son. There was a gurat of anger on his face, though not peaking. However, her mother's voice turned low to give understanding to her son. “Your father is gone, you are our only backbone. If you go, who's the guardian of this family, Zal. Mom can't imagine you go on foot like a runaway from a house that has no purpose. Why does it have to be that way? I think enough you tell Mom, to Suryani, to Ustaz Yahya, to the village people. No need to sacrifice your fishing efforts. You know, God is giving our families abundant sustenance. You should be grateful for that!”
“The results from the sea are enough for my mother's supplies during my time away. I'm only gone for a while and will be back, Mak,” said Afrizal is still trying to argue that his departure is not bad for his family.
“For you a lot of money, think about your marriage,” said Conscience and stood up from her seat.
“I have no intention of getting married before I do something to defend Al-Aqsa Mosque, Mak,” Afrizal said.
“Emak disagree you go on foot like crazy!” resolute Conscience then went to leave Afrizal.
“Mak!” call Afrizal a little hard, make the mother stop at the door of his room. “Emak used to go crazy to get Father, then it's not wrong I did crazy for Allah!”
Conscience stared silently at the look on her son's face. Shortly after, he stepped into his room.
Afrizal with a sigh of disappointment leaned his burly back against the back of the chair. He looked at his sister who was still standing behind the chair.
“Plates brought inside!” tell Afrizal to his sister.
“Hehehe!” kekeh Suryani to his brother.
“Why you?!” hardik Afrizal who feels laughed at.
“If I agree, I support! Al-aqsaa! Al-aqsaa! Al-Aqsa!” said Suryani, laughing and then shouting as he raised his right hand with his fingers clenched, like a protesting man.
“Let no one prohibit you from wandering night-night?” terka Afrizal's.
“Hahaha!” Suryani laughs more and more as she moves to the plate of her former meal to be desecrated. “Dimming Sister Lamar first Wetto let not be curious. Hahaha!”
Afrizal just smiled bitterly in disappointment at the rejection of his mother. (BH)
