Love Sajadah
Dreamtime
"In prostration, you're playing a role in the third of the night."
***
Exactly 03:00.
A girl wakes up from her sleep, she's used to waking up a third of the night.
The Nayra Jauzaa Syafa.
19-year-old girl, armed with religious knowledge even though she did not enter the boarding school. Nayra only lives with her mother, where is her father? Nor does Nayra know. But many say that Nayra was an illegitimate child. In fact, Nayra must be strong to withstand the insults and insults.
Nayra performed the tahajud prayer, as she always did.
To Nayra, "in my tahajud, I was playing a role in this complicated scenario of God."
Nayra could not hold back her cries, complaining against her Lord.
"O Allah, if my destiny is like this, strengthen the servant against all. I'm tired, I'm tired. If happiness is not my soul mate, give me a little peace in my life Yes Rabb," pinta Nayra with a face soaked with tears.
After praying, Nayra still had not risen from her scripture.
He leaned against her face, the only place she desperately needed in a time of slump. After a few minutes, a soft snoring sounded. Nayra fell asleep, she was tired after crying.
In her sleep on the prayer mat, Nayra dreamed of a man in front of her. The man was sturdy, his face was blocked by the light.
"Assalamu'alaikum zaujati."
Nayra quickly opened her eyes, what was the meaning of the dream? He was still neutralizing his heartbeat, with breathing still hunting.
"Astaghfirullah, what is this dream?"
Nayra immediately got up from her sit-in. He took the ablution water back, happened to stay a few minutes adhan dawn will reverberate.
After performing the morning prayer, Nayra came out of her room. Nayra does her habit of cooking for her mother. Although sometimes, the cuisine is not appreciated, not even touched. Nayra did so with great sincerity.
Taps! Taps! Taps!
The sound of a leg pounding down the stairs, Nayra was sure it must be her mother.
"Assalamu'alaikum ma'am," said Nayra politely.
There was no reply from her mother, Nayra smiled. It's always been this way, Nayra tried sincerely.
"Mom, this is eat first!" nayra said after preparing all the dishes.
Pyaar!
"Astaghfirullah," murmured Nayra.
"It's you!" sentak Warda_ibu Nayra's.
Nayra just looked down in fear, already some dishes that Warda broke. But Nayra still did not give up.
"If I don't want to!"
"But ma'am ...."
"Don't call me that," said Warda full of emphasis. "You're an unwanted bastard."
After saying that, Warda walked out of the house. It was morning, where did he go?
The nayra? Don't ask me again, now Nayra is running to her room. He held a prayer mat that was always used, his favorite prayer mat. He often called it Sajadah Cinta. Why does Nayra call her Sajadah Cinta? According to him, "this is where I rest when I'm tired, where I bow."
After a long time of prostration, he got up.
"Nayra's spirit!"
"Hamasah!"
Nayra was encouraging herself, she was able to face everything.
***
Elsewhere, a young man was teaching at the pesantren. The young man was very focused on teaching, with nothing wrong in the least. The santri also seemed to be watching him closely.
"We ended the study today with a pantun" the young man said.
"Naam ustadz, tafadhol!" answer the santri.
"Read the Quran until it's over, please,
Must be Tartil reading.
From God the creator of the universe."
"Aamiin yes mujibassailin," said the santri kompak.
"Wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."
"Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."
All the santri disperse. But, not with the young man, he sat down on the prayer mat. The young man spoke the lafadz of Allah solemnly'.
"Ustadz Zaki!" call a santri.
Zaki Muhammad Al - Amin.
A young ustadz in the Al-Falah pesantren, he is the son of kyai pesantren. Zaki graduated from Al-Azhar, Egypt.
"Naam Rafi," Zaki replied softly.
"Ana wants nanya ustadz," said the santri named Rafi.
"Tafadhol."
"How do we keep our hearts calm tadz?"
"The most famous time is simply remembering God, the heart will be calm" Zaki replied smilingly.
"That's just ustadz?"
"Yes Rafi, we must be calm first.correcting the mistakes we have made," said Zaki.
"Jazakallah khayr."
"Wa jazakallah sholih."
"If you'll excuse me, assalamualaikum," said Rafi kissing Zaki's hand.
"Naam, waalaikumussalam."
After Rafi's departure, Zaki recalls his dream last night. The presence of a woman in the dream, the woman smiles at Zaki. However, the woman's face was blocked by the shining light.
"Syifa," murmured Zaki.
Indeed, in his dream there is the inscription of the name Syifa. Zaki is convinced, maybe this is God's beautiful plan. He could only pray for her in a third of the night.
Zaki pulls out a headset, tunes the song Disagree Malamku_Rey Mayang.
When I decide
Meet your parents
I convinced myself
You're the best
And when you choose
I deserve you
This heart is vowing
I'm always looking after you
Refs
I'm sure you're the answer
At every door
Even though I don't know your name
Whispers in my bow
My third of the night
To....
Your presence completes my faith
Zaki was very fond of the song, he also had to shed his tears. But he quickly removed it.
"May you be my soul mate" murmured Zaki smiling.
