MOON IN PESANTREN

1 Muharram

The new year of Islam will fall tomorrow. As in previous years, the pesantren will hold the 1st anniversary of Muharram in the large mosque of the people built in this pesantrenku. The mosque has 6 floors and 1 minaret which is the third tallest minaret in the world with a height of 201 meters and the height of the mosque building 73. 125 meters.

Pesantren with a modern base or boarding school does have a lot of differences with pesantren in general. Santri rijal when praying does not use a sarong but long pants and shirt or suit, we do not call the founder of the pesantren with the name kiyai but sheikh, do not call kiyai children with the name gus, there is no devotion in pesantren for students who have graduated and other differences. Even so, this all has no effect whatsoever because the most important thing is how we can gain as much knowledge as we still breathe.

..."He who goes to seek knowledge is considered to be fighting in the way of God until he returns."...

..._Hadits History Tirmidhi_...

Back to the discussion of Muharram event, this afternoon class 12 got the task of preparing everything needed at the event venue. Class 11 prepares meals because tomorrow's guests will be very numerous, considering that guests are not only the santri's guardians, but anyone who wants to celebrate the new year here, the gates of the pesantren will always be wide open.

While waiting for Iffah to pick up the bell, I sat down in one of the guest chairs. Actually this mosque has been cleaned by the 10th class yesterday so we only ensure and maximize their work.

The mosque has been decorated as a celebration of Muharram, every corner of the terrace has been prepared a place for the santri who will perform, he said, the right terrace is near the priest's place for traditional dance performances and modern dance or dance and the left for the choir. While the right porch near the entrance for solo or band singing performances and the left for hadroh.

My eyes go down the terrace near this entrance, perhaps this moment of Muharram will not be repeated twice. This celebration is held every year, but we can not guarantee next year still meet Muharram and if met it will be with a different atmosphere because our circumstances will always change.

My eyes stopped on Andra who was now arranging the hadrah equipment with Vira. I could see Vira's eyes continue to pay attention to Andra's movements, which were noticed to focus on arranging the hadroh equipment while occasionally answering Vira's questions.

"Cell, this is the bell." Iffah handed the duster to my face.

I woke up from my daydream. "Don't go in front of dong."

Iffah started cleaning some tables. "Don't daydream, Seli. Istigfar."

"Astagfirullahaladzim."

There's a little bit of unanswered curiosity, why Andra asked me if I liked her or not. Actually, if he knew I admired him, it wouldn't change anything because he was with Vira. After all, likes should be stored until the devil does not know it so as not to cause slander.

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Many santri, santri guardians and other guests flocked with joy to enter the gate of this large mosque, a mosque that can accommodate thousands of people. Seen happy feelings from the smiles and laughter they release while taking pictures to capture the moment. Sholawat chanted by the hadroh santri team adds a happy impression because we can celebrate the new year of Islam in crowds here.

I am sure that some of them cover up their sadness because parents cannot come, parents are already with God, or other causes because not everyone is happy. Even so, our duty is only to be grateful for what God gives, even if it is not in accordance with what we expect. God knows what is best for his servant.

The show starts in 15 minutes. I was looking for my family in this crowd because they said they had just arrived at the boarding school this morning so we decided to meet at the mosque.

My phone's vibrating. I saw a message from my second brother. When the event is crowded like this I can freely use a mobile phone because there is no way there is an ustadzah that will confiscate because it could be an old person's phone. Hiss

Sister Wardah💜

Seli, we are on the left terrace of the entrance to the mosque.

^^^Siyap Kak!^^^

I rushed to the location that my brother had told me about while pulling Faaz's hand because the mosque was very crowded. I was surprised when I got there. It turns out my family was with Andra's family. Abi and Umiku did know Andra's parents a long time ago, it's just that I just got to know Andra while in the boarding house. Therefore, when Andra's parents come here sometimes I am asked to come and vice versa when my parents come, I am asked to invite Andra.

Me and Faaz salim directly to Abi and Umi by not forgetting to greet Andra's parents because crowded conditions do not allow for salim as well. We are lesehan with a mat on the terrace of the mosque. So also with other santri guardians, how happy for those who can enjoy this event with family. Thank God, I can still feel this atmosphere.

"Faaz's still a wayward cell?" ask Adam, my first brother.

Muharam this time my family is complete. Abi, Umi, Mas Adam and his wife and 3-year-old son Wardah and her husband and 1-year-old son came to gather with me and Faaz here.

I'm nodding. "Udah mengingan, anyway. I'm the one who's educated."

"Yes, deh. If your pocket money is the same Faaz abis kabarin Mas aja, yes. Will be sent."

I immediately embraced Mas Adam. "That's fine, deh."

"You don't have a job, Cell? Tumben is not a committee of events," asked Wardah who was carrying his son.

Judging from my clothes that only use ordinary milk-brown shirt with matching color hijab and black skirt without a suit and name-tag that does not indicate a committee.

"No dong. Kan who became the committee of class 11 doang now, class 12 just relax, sister."

The show has begun. The 11th grade ayu fence wearing the PASKIBRA uniform stood firm with right hands respectfully lined up along the door until the pulpit or Qibla direction, ready to welcome the Sheikh's arrival.

The Shaykh got out of his car parked in the courtyard of the mosque. The song 'Oh Pondokku' sung by the choir team accompanied the Shaykh and his family and colleagues into the mosque. The front road sheikh with a silver suit that makes him look very dashing equipped with pantofel shoes also black glasses and black peci.

"good. Arrange the next event is the recitation of the holy verse of the Qur'an and the tilawah sari to be read by the 12th grade santri. To Harsa Al-Hafidz and Az-Zahra Maulida are welcome." MC read out the event after the Shaykh occupied his seat.

"Well, Zahra is a tilawah sari reader not stories, nih," I said while looking at the television that was deliberately placed in every corner of the mosque that displays the event activities in front so that the whole can see clearly.

"Sabbaha lillahi ma fis-samawati wa ma fil-ard, wa huwal-'azizul-hakim."

"Yes ayyuhallazina amanu five taquluna ma la taf'alun."

Hearing Harsa chant this Surah As-Shaff reminds me of a santri reading this in the administration room. Is santri Harsa? His voice is exactly the same. I remembered my prayer that day that I wanted a husband like him. But, if seen he really fits with Zahra who is also smart in academics and religion. I just back off then, I don't like his perfectionist attitude any more.

"Seli," came a man's voice calling my name.