Love Fighters Al - Aqsa

CPA 16: "The Mad"

Afrizal himself at last. Karahang had already released it to the village boundary. His best friend did not want to reach the city limits, just at the village limits. He doesn't want to be like Tommy J. Pisa who had to wait at the city limits.

The group of children who were unceasingly shouting “Al-Aqsa” behind his steps, had returned home to play.

Now Afrizal walks alone and is accompanied only by his high spirit and his firm faith in fighting for the defense of the third holy mosque of the world's Muslims, Al-Aqsa Mosque.

The light of day that leads to ashar time, began to pull out the clear circles of sweat water rolling on his coastal face and behind his clothes. Street dust also began to gently embrace in his skin and clothes. However, positive thoughts he always uprooted and became an encouragement for his jihad steps.

This young fisherman always believed that the sweat that flowed out when in his mission, will be a sacred flow in the side of God. The dust of the streets which will surely thicken on his face, body, feet and clothes, he considers nothing but the dust of jihad.

Although Afrizal now walks alone, the eyes of the people he passes or the people who pass through it by vehicle, pay attention to it. They just saw Afrizal walking and passing by. Some are silent, some ask fellow citizens, and some are commenting. Like that all the way. However, Afrizal remained steadfast walking and walking.

Afrizal began to leave his village, but not yet out of his city.

When the prayer of Ashar reverberated, he stopped by a nearby mosque. At the mosque, Afrizal also prayed. After the prayer, he took the initiative to stand at the door of the mosque and distribute papers containing writings about Al-Aqsa Mosque to the congregation. After that, he walked back.

Afrizal's destination is Bakauheni Harbour. He wanted to cross to Java Island.

The coastal areas have Afrizal left. Now down the village highway which is quite small. The residential area he passed, gardens and rice fields are still widely owned by residents at the foot of Mount Rajabasa. Not everywhere, all watching Afrizal pass.

“Hahaha!” suddenly there was the sound of laughter of a number of children behind Afrizal.

Afrizal turned to the back. He saw that two girls and one boy in the village were following him with his childish behavior. They are under the age of primary school. Afrizal just smiled at them. He then stopped and gave the children Al-Aqsa paper.

“Smart kids, this is not to be thrown away or torn, love to your parents,” message Afrizal gently while smiling widely.

“Iya! Aye! Yes!” they shouted while laughing at their neighbors.

Afrizal then walked back. The three children followed cheerfully.

“Yuni! Bilo! Home!” shouted a teenage boy from across the street, rebuking the three children who were trailing Afrizal. He held a ball and he was with his four friends of his age. He went back to yelling at the little kids behind Afrizal, “My word goes! Brother says Father later!”

Stifled by her brother, the two children immediately turned to run away. The only child who was left also immediately ran away.

Afrizal let what happened from those kids. It keeps going.

“Hahahak!” suddenly the boys laughed together while running across the street and following Afrizal.

They even walked with Afrizal, on the sides, front and back.

“Bang, where are you going?” asked the boy who was carrying the ball while walking on the right side of Afrizal, he was wearing a football shirt of English club Tottenham Hotspurs in white. Name Syamsul.

“Ke Al-Aqsa!” answer Afrizal steady.

“Al-Aqsa what, Bang?” ask other children who are the blackest and thinnest, so that his clothes seem great. Name's Akil.

“Holy mosque of the Muslims of the world and the first qibla in Islam,” Afrizal replied. “You can read?”

“Yes, Bang! We're fourth grade!” sahut fat kid with face sewot.

“This, you read and the paper love the parents,” said Afrizal while giving the five children each a piece of paper.

From the courtyard of a house appeared a group of girls who were also a dozen years old. Among them there are those who carry a long rubber braid for rope jumping games. The highest responsibility daughter carries a small but long piece of wood. They joined Syamsul and others.

Afrizal is getting crowded with children.

“Syamsul, swordsman from where?” ask the girl carrying the wood, her name is Yuyu.

“Decoy?!” shamsul shouted in response with an exaggerated expression and his eyes whizzed.

“Indeed if not swordsman, what's it?” ask the child who carries rubber while walking jumping rope alone. Name Dini.

“Hahaha..!” akil and his friends laughed so much.

Afrizal who did not see Akil giving sign language only joined in smiling while looking back not understanding the meaning of their laughter.

“Bang, spelled out crazy same Akil!” yuyus to Afrizal.

The complaint made there was a little bad taste that hit Afrizal's heart.

“Ah, said crazy was already a risk, patient Zal. They are just children,” satin Afrizal while still smiling in response to the children's behavior. Then he said to the girls, “Ah, this is for you guys, read every night!”

Afrizal gave the paper to the four newly joined girls.

“Every night? Is there any school, is there a school lesson?” dini said with a laugh looking at Afrizal.

Afrizal just laughed.

“Cieee! Early friendly!” yuyus cheers mockingly.

“Cieee!” the other cheer is compact that makes Dini turn into a black ride.

“Hei! Who is jealous? Who's jealous, huh!” snapped Early while moving here and there about to hit his friends with his wood, but the children immediately dispersed away laughing.

After Dini no longer chasing, they regrouped to accompany the journey of Afrizal.

“Bang, Brother from where the hell?” ask Syamsul.

“From Maja,” Afrizal replied.

“Steel where?” ask Syamsul no longer know.

“Huuu, Just maja don't know!” ledek Yuy. “Maja existing Batu Kapal Beach, where we shake, hahahak!”

“Artist dangdut drowned mahalya Stone Ship!” akil's teasing was also being supported by the laughter of the boys.

“Bang! I want to walk to Al-Aqsa. Where is Al-Aqsa?” ask the fat boy.

“Al-Aqsa Mosque is in Palestine, the land of the prophets, the place of Prophet Muhammad isra and mi’raj. From there, Rasulullah Shallallahu ‘Alaihi Wasallam was raised to the seventh sky!”

Afrizal happily and passionately explained answering the question.

“Palestine is where?” ask Dini.

“Middle East,” Afrizal replied.

“The Middle East is where?” This time that asked the same and compact some children.

Afrizal smiled broadly.

“Jauuuh!” afrizal answered while giving a hand gesture that pointed far away to it, out of nowhere.

“Australia?” ask Syamsul.

“Iya.”

“More from Japan?” ask Syamsul again.

“Iya.”

“Wah! Brother is a madman!” (BH)