Love Fighters Al - Aqsa
CPA 13: Goodbye, Izal
Although the sea is friendly and Allah is generous in provision to Afrizal, but Thursday night he decided not to go down to sea. Precisely Karahang who went down to sea using Afrizal chart. As a result, Friday morning Karahang came home with a cheerful cheer. A total of 33 herds of anchovies he trays from night until Friday dawn.
The abundance of fish that constantly enter the Afrizal chart mesh, causing supernatural rumors among fishermen until the story reaches everywhere as high as Kalianda District. From the designation as “Laut” Children to the alleged use of amulets or play pesugihan, circulating wildly among the coastal residents.
However, for Karahang, he was very happy, because he got a large catch on Friday night. Unceasingly Karahang laughed while at the auction. Because, when he uses his own chart, the fish seems not at home swimming under the illumination of his pathological lights.
Meanwhile, Afrizal chose to do reflection on Friday night. Salad 11 rakaat he lakoni at midnight. Deep and long reflection he thought with meyuk. He prayed long to his Lord, and even his tears melted before the reckless steps he would make tomorrow.
Returning from the sea, Karahang did not immediately sleep as the habits of the fishermen after a night watching fish. He has promised to accompany Afrizal to the market.
Afrizal must buy a cell phone. That's Karahang said. With the sea income being a blessing, it is not difficult for Afrizal to buy a mobile phone for several million. With the communication tool, the family and the closest people will not lose contact with Afrizal as long as he goes walking.
Afrizal bought shoes, a new backpack and a bottle of water. A traveler must bring a supply of white water, even though the path is not a barren desert.
The Indonesian and Palestinian flags of the mini size that Afrizal ordered at the tailor have also been completed, including two strands of ribbons that have Arabic inscriptions reading “Al-Aqsa Haqquna” (Our Al-Aqsa Mosque).
Afrizal also photocopied a leaflet containing writings about the status of Al-Aqsa Mosque and its condition. A complete Atlas book he bought as a travel map.
“With this phone, you will not be difficult. If you want to tell Mom, just call. If you miss Wetto, just a video call. See the map too. Guaranteed you will not disappear on the road,” said Karahang while busy teaching Afrizal the use of his new phone.
“But where can I memorize within an hour and two hours like this. Soon the morning of Friday,” said Afrizal.
“Solah you yourself have not hp courses since childhood!” rutuk Karahang with a loud tone but meaningfully joking.
While in front of the house, some people were busy tidying up plastic chairs and installing tarpaulins like people were going to visit.
“Don't forget, this is Wetto number!” karahang said while showing the name already registered in the contact number.
“Iya, it has its name,” said Afrizal who made Karahang just laugh.
“Live a few hours you leave. It's your determination, Izal?” ask Karahang, seriously.
“God willing, bismillah (when the will of Allah, by the name of Allah),” Afrizal replied steadily.
After tidying up and making sure the equipment and supplies were all ready, Afrizal was ready to go to the mosque to perform Friday prayers. He went to the mosque dressed in white, white, white, white, and white.
He carried a stack of papers which were photocopies of writings about Al-Aqsa Mosque. He placed the stack of paper on top of a large charity box that pegged near the main entrance of the mosque. Thus, the worshipers can take a sheet to read while waiting for the time of the prayer.
Minutes before the time of the prayer, the mosque secretary read out a number of financial reports and an announcement.
“Friday worshipers glorified by God, after the financial statements of the mosque treasury and the appeal for the order and perfection of our congregation prayer, we also want to convey that our brother, Afrizal, has a message, we will take a journey with a holy intention to defend our religious interests, namely defending and voicing about the condition of Al-Aqsa Mosque, our third holy mosque. As his journey was about to begin after this Friday prayer, he asked for a little time to say a word. To Brother Afrizal, we welcome,” said the Mosque Secretary.
Afrizal, who was already sitting on the front saf, immediately stood up and took over the mic in the pulpit. His smile bloomed with a racing heart, as he was currently stricken with stage fright.
For a moment he swallowed his dry saliva behind his smile to the pilgrims who had filled the mosque room to the terrace. A number of people he saw were closed in his sitting, including Karahang who sat leaning on the center pole, but more pilgrims were seriously looking at him.
“Assalamu ‘alaikum warahmatullahi wa barakatuhu (may salvation be bestowed on you all, also the grace of Allah and His barakah)!” afrizal.
“Wa ‘alaikum hail warahmatullaahi wa barakatuhu (and may His welfare, mercy, and barakah be bestowed upon you as well)!” answer the pilgrims who made Karahang gasp for a moment, then closed again.
“Brothers pray Friday, today I will travel far because of Allah,” said Afrizal then paused, as if silent to compile and choose the right word to convey. Then he continued, “Currently, the condition of Al-Aqsa Mosque in Palestine is very bad, but we cannot do anything to defend it. Therefore I had an idea to defend by going on foot. Then I will tell the people I met about the condition of Al-Aqsa Mosque. Since it is a long journey, I personally and on behalf of my family, apologize to my brothers and sisters, if I and my family are wrong and sinful. I ask for the sincerity of the pilgrims and I ask for prayers and support, so that my journey brings benefits and I can return home safely.”
“Aamiin!” answer the friday prayers.
“Such. Assalamu ‘alaikum warahmatullahi wa barakatuhu!” afrizal said.
“Wa ‘alaikum greetings warahmatullaahi wa barakatuhu!” answer the congregation.
After Afrizal fell back to his safan, soon muazin rose and proclaimed the azan.
After Friday prayers, Afrizal first went out and stood by the door. He greeted the pilgrims who came out until the last person.
The pilgrims did not go straight to their homes, but they went to Afrizal's house.
In Afrizal house has been crowded with women and children from relatives to neighbors. In addition to busy preparing food for guests and residents, they are also waiting for the return of Afrizal.
Afrizal returned home with Ustaz Jaya, the head of the mosque and Ustaz Yahya who took care of the musala across the street in front of Afrizal's house. Along with him Mr. RW and Mr. RT.
“Izal has arrived, Nur!” a mother shouted to tell her mother Afrizal.
Conscience who at that time appeared in new-looking Muslim clothes, immediately walked out of the house. He immediately greeted his son and kissed his forehead with a sinister smile.
“Please guys grab food first!” scream Conscience to the team of mothers at the buffet. Then he said to Mr. RW and pak ustaz, “Please Mr. RW, Mr. Ustaz!”
“Mari, Sir!” afrizal said he also drove to the buffet to take lunch as well as a form of thanksgiving from the Afrizal family.
The carpet has been held to eat together under the shade of a tarpaulin tent. Afrizal's birthday party is going on.
To the community leaders, Afrizal showed high respect. Especially when Made Sadika was present.
“In traveling, let's say bee, Zal. The bee takes what is beneficial to herself and others, but does not spoil the flower she is visiting,” Made said giving a fleeting but very profound message.
“Insyaallah, Daeng,” Afrizal replied.
Made patted once Afrizal's left shoulder and then passed to the buffet.
For a moment Afrizal looked at a beautiful white girl standing by the door of his house. The haired girl tied up in a ponytail was none other than Wetto, this time her face was without a layer of mask.
There was not the slightest smile on the face of the Afrizal dream girl. The face was more cold and moody. However, there was no time for Afrizal to try to read the meaning of the cold face of Wetto. He should be friendly to the guests.
“Try it, our mujahid, must come eat!” yell Ustaz Yahya. “How do you walk all the way if you don't eat?”
“Iya, Ustaz!” afrizal replied with a smile.
Some guests just laugh lightly while enjoying the menu is quite delicious.
“Sana take a meal. After that change clothes and leave!” the word Conscience to his son.
“Iya, Mak.” Afrizal according.
Afrizal also joined with leaders and community leaders to enjoy his food. In the discussion on the sidelines of the meal, some people still questioned Afrizal's idea to take pains to walk to spread the news about Al-Aqsa Mosque. However, it was Ustaz Jaya and Yahya who gave explanations that justified and supported Afrizal's move.
“This is a big step and into the category of jihad, because it is what Afrizal might do to defend Al-Aqsa Mosque. And the fact is, that we can't yet do what Afizal is going to do. God willing, God willing, God bless,” said Ustaz Jaya wisely.
“I agree, Ustaz. That's our mosque that's being hacked into by our enemies. We must defend!” mr. RW also said to reinforce his position regarding Afrizal's plan.
In the end, Afrizal was about time to leave.
Afrizal had entered the house and changed clothes. As he exited through the door of his house, all were crammed into the terrace to see Afrizal up close. Even some people are competing to take pictures of Afrizal with their mobile phones.
“Give way and space! Give way and space!” yelled Karahang trying to order the masses.
The citizens who were there slowly moved to give more space. A number of men also arranged for residents not to cram.
Now Afrizal appeared wearing a white T-shirt with a picture of fighters raising a red and white flag. He was wearing black jeans with new black shoes. His head was tied with a white ribbon that had a black Arabic inscription embroidery reading “Al-Aqsa haqquna” (Al-Aqsa our right). The thick and large duffel bag that was carried on his back was dark green like the legacy of a military academy. Two flags, Indonesia and Palestine, were mounted in small arms in backpacks, thus standing cross-legged behind Afrizal's back.
The passionate rush with the heart continues to pound rapidly hit the spirit of Afrizal. Her taste broke with tears as she hugged her beloved mother. Conscience hugged her son's body tightly, she did not cry like her son back then.
“Remember, God is beside you!” bisik Nurani gave his son moral and faith support. “Do not make Mom so sorry by releasing you, Izal.”
“Iya, Mak,” Afrizal replied helplessly holding back his tears.
“I will take care of Mom, I will also take care of Wetto for Sister!” said Suryani, Afrizal's younger sister, as she hugged her older brother.
“Cieeee!” some of the women heard the last words of Syriac and laughed loudly.
“Speaking what, you!” hardik Afrizal slowly while pushing his brother's seat with his index finger.
Suryani just laughed a long laugh while glancing at Wetto who was in the corner there, watching the release of the young man from a distance.
After embracing the abdication with relatives, citizen leaders and dignitaries, Afrizal welcomed back the men one by one.
“Frizal Prayers, Mak, Ustaz, Mr RW, Mr RT!” afrizal shouted loudly and wiped his tears. He finally gave his regards, “Assalamu ‘alaikum!”
“Wa ‘alaikum greetings!”
By straightening the intention only for Allah, with unanimous determination for the sake of the religion of Islam, with a burning spirit for the sake of fighting for Al-Aqsa Mosque, and valiantly stepping forward, he said, Afrizal walked with an upright face leaving his yard.
For a while he stepped over while staring at Wetto who was standing under a tree on the side of the highway. The beautiful girl just looked at him coldly. But then, Wetto moved his right hand to his face, gesturing for Afrizal to call him.
Afrizal Smile also expands with a flowering feeling. Wetto gave a response that broke the coldness of his attitude. Afrizal nodded then waved to Wetto. However, the girl just silently looked at the departure of Afrizal down the highway at the foot of Mount Rajabasa.
“Al-Aqsa! Al-aqsaa! Al-Aqsa!”
A group of children walked behind Afrizal while compactly chanting the slogan “Al-Aqsa”. They were guided by Karahang who accompanied Afrizal's journey.
While people in the abandoned house continue to look at the departure of Afrizal who then disappeared behind the corner of the highway.
Residents in houses on the roadside that Afrizal and his booby troupe passed, looking at the steps of Afrizal who passed in front of them then disappeared towards the next village. (BH)
