Love Shielded Risue

religious tourism with Ummi Isti

The days that Maryam lived every time the husband was not at home did often make it saturated. Although, Ummi often invites him to go to refresh the mind and atmosphere.

Still longing for the warm embrace of the husband at night he could not afford to lose just by looking for the wind outside.

Almost a week passed, Ummi took her away, sky-watching to visit religious places.

Healing if said young people today say...

although the journey taken by Ummi is still much related to religion. It can bring peace to Maryam's soul. Because, religious tourism is best to strengthen the faith, and can be made Shifa for souls who need peace from the hustle and bustle of the world. Origin in good intentions.

Yes, Ummi Isti is very happy to visit the boarding school, grand mosques, or maybe to the tomb of the previous great scholars who had an important role in the spread of Islam in Java.

This time on Sunday morning, the two of them came to the tomb of a rahimahulloh. The tomb of Habib Ali Kwitang. Located in South Jakarta area.

The place is quite crowded with pilgrims, especially there is a routine study Sunday morning. However, since they arrived it was already a bit of noon. Both were unable to follow the study that had been in place for an hour.

"Take ablution water first, before we say a prayer," Isti asked his son-in-law. The woman did not participate because she was still in a state of holiness. Merr immediately nodded, she herself was not as capable as her mother-in-law. Who can even pray ashar using his Dzuhur prayer whudu.

Finished taking the ablution water, the two sat down. Follow in a joint prayer led by the caretaker of the tomb.

Because it just so happens that there are some who are on pilgrimage there.

In that place, there are strict rules when making a pilgrimage to the tomb of Habib Kwitang which is inside the building of Al Riyadh Mosque. Even the written message was a message from the rahimahulloh Habib Kwitang himself during his life; for anyone who would visit his grave they were forbidden to put a charity box. The meaning is that pilgrims are prohibited from giving or putting money in his grave

Prohibit giving incense, carrying and placing water in the area or on top of the tomb. The point is that the deceased does not want to be consulted or sanctified, because if Muslims make mistakes in pilgrimage, then the rahimahulloh will share his sin.

If you want to give a gift to shohibul maqom in the form of reading letters Al Fatihah or Surah Yasin. The point is that however rahimahulloh still expects the help of the ummah, so that the deceased gets forgiveness from Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta’ala. 

As time passed, there were only a few people left. Including Isti and Maryam who still continue their prayers there. Finished praying they walked slowly enjoying the calm atmosphere in the tomb area.

"That pilgrimage, the main thing is that we always remember death," Isti muttered as he stepped, his gaze directed at the path he was walking. "We cannot save the tomb by praying for sustenance and health. He is also a creature, which we ourselves do not know what his fate in the grave is like."

Merr nodded, and greatly admired the pilgrimage. Really keep in order to avoid heresy and shirk that is rarely realized by humans.

"You're tired, aren't you?" ask Isti while looking.

"Lumayan, but if Ummi wants to take me where else? I won't refuse" he replied excitedly. Isti smiled with a soft hand rubbing her daughter-in-law's arm.

"It's a little afternoon, we're going to Monas for a little while to finish his Dzuhur in Istiqlal, how?"

"Well, Ummi. Long time no to the Istiqlal mosque."

"Emmm.. kaya after Dzuhur there is tabligh Akbar also, there."

Merr nodded, "we're there now?"

"Hayuuuk's..." Isti held her daughter-in-law's arm while laughing together. Then, continue his steps towards the location of Maryam's parked car.

***

In Monas, they didn't take long to just look around for a while. Because the atmosphere was crowded, so Isti felt a little dizzy when stung by the sun.

And at eleven o'clock in the afternoon, they were already inside the great mosque of Istiqlal. Spend the rest of the time to enter the prayer time Dzuhur. Ummi Isti is currently memorizing Maryam, although a little more awkward than when muroja'ah with Bilal. But Isti softly said it as if to make Maryam quickly feel happy when rereading the letter Al-Muzzammil consisting of twenty verses.

There are some things wrong, and even Isti helps fix it with jokes. So that the laughter of the two seemed to add warmth. Isti is indeed the mother-in-law who if you go both it never makes Maryam feel awkward. The easy attitude to blend it actually brings it to the impression of friendly.

"No papa, slow down" replied Isti. Merr smiled, then fell silent for a moment.

"Nnnl..."

"hemm?"

"This letter when viewed from the name of the letter means a blanket. What's with the blanket?"

Isti smile. " For the content of this letter is about the instructions that the Prophet should follow. The instructions are to wake up at night to perform tahajud prayer, to read the Quran with tartil, berkasbih, mahmid, and the command to be patient with the reproach of those who deny their apostleship."

"That's it, huh?"

"Yes.the beginning of the preaching of the Prophet is not easy. The apostle is despised, in caci, even in slander. The point is that at that time the Prophet returned home in a state of physical and mental fatigue. So at that time he chose to go straight to sleep, but Allah SWT asked the Prophet to wake up and rest his heart with night prayers. This letter was also sent down in Mecca, Merr."

"MashaAllah, rest your heart with evening prayers."

Isti nods. "The rest of the heart is not sleep. Instead of the rich evening prayers, attend the mosque, remembering the death. That's qolbu's break."

"O Allah, it is fitting for the saints to remain calm even though there may be many problems afflicting them."

"Yes, because a healthy soul is always close to the Creator. So willing to be hit by the waves of the burden of life many times, will not erode his heart."

"MashaAllah..."

"Tabbed the letter, yes. Slow down."

"Yes Ummi inshaAllah," Merr smiled happily, he resumed his muroja'ah until the time began to enter Dzuhur.

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When Maryam was finished, she came out first. For her mother-in-law is still in her long dhikr. Maryam herself chose to look around the outside. A beautiful building, it fascinated him.

"Maryam–" a man called him. The woman immediately looked.

"Sir Raffi?" He recognized the figure of a tall man who was still dashing despite his age was older than five years. The woman gave a very thin smile answering her greetings.

"Well, who are you meeting here? Your husband?"

"No sir, my husband is out of town."

"Aaah, yes. He must have been busy with his activities. I forgot I had a beautiful wife at home. If I were Him, I would probably be more at home in your house. You don't want to be with me" he said bluntly.

Maryam who was a little uncomfortable just responded with a smile.

"Sorry sir, I..."

"Hey, you've filled it yet? Definitely not yet, huh?" The man laughed softly. "Merr, you're married to a bachelor that's wrong. One day He will surely demand a son from you, now he has not. You are young, still beautiful, still beautiful. Do not know later.try first with me, my son is already a lot. I will not demand a child from you."

The woman's gaze immediately turned dislike, she chose to leave the man who served as director in one of the publisher's offices, without saying goodbye.

"Merr– is not very polite. I'm talking." The middle-aged man touched the tip of Maryam's back hijab leaving her a little restrained. Coincidentally the atmosphere of the mosque that has begun to be quiet makes the place stand not through people. Maybe that's the reason that makes Mr. Raffi more courageous.