My Fans A Ustadz

3. Before Arman died (tabligh Akbar)

"Man is one of God's creatures. We must have heard of or even read some of the glory and dignity of a woman. In this regard, women have a very great position in Islam. Muslim women should maintain their dignity as Muslim women."

"This has been proven in many hadiths and even verses in the Qur'an that explain the privilege of a woman. In Islam, the position of a woman to be a wife and a mother is highly venerated in her role in life. The religion of Islam elevates a woman so that she becomes one of the important aspects in worshiping Allah. Basically, women have special rights in which she should be glorified for her role in life. In the Quran, Allah Swt explained that the position of women in Islam is equal to that of men. Women were created as partners for men, not as slaves or possessions to sell."

"Salihah women are the jewel of the world. Islam places women as the noblest creatures to be guarded against. Allah created women and their beauty from head to toe. Beauty is not only judged by the physical, but also the heart and mind. Like jewelry, it must be cared for and cared for. A hadith says,

“The world is jewelry, and the best jewelry of the world is the wife who shalihah.” (HR Muslim of Abdullah bin Amr)."

I listened to the lecture of an ustadz carefully. Listening to the contents of the lecture seemed to wake me up that had never been glorified by my husband, mas Arman. Immediately envy seeped in the heart to see the wives in noble right by her husband.

I also remember one of the neighbors who had a very understanding husband to his wife. Every morning, after filling the absence of work attendance always helps with homework.

While me?

I feel tired of complaining until I am lazy to tell how my household life which is valued by others is perfect.

Indeed the name of the household no one is perfect, right? Just in my neighborhood. My husband and I live in Mess Company. There are many neighboring characters I meet here.

There was her husband a gambler.

There is a husband who uses illegal goods and does not hesitate to commit Domestic Violence.

There is a submissive husband, his wife always comes to the people of Mekar.

I myself am grateful in terms of material always fulfilled by my husband even though I have to keep my inner living that continues to be ignored. Not just a matter of bed, all things my inner peace is not also fulfilled.

I kept watching an ustadz standing on the pulpit. He was a beautiful, religious man, and must have had a wife.

Ah, must be so grateful to be her husband. Speak soft and polite words. Moreover, it can lead the wife to the path of God.

If my husband were like that. Not just chasing after the world and forgetting that eternal life in the afterlife.

I often steal time to attend Akbar tabligh in our city Grand Mosque. Usually held once a month and presents local ustadz only. However, especially today the Grand Mosque presents Ustadz from Java, I do not know for sure.

The Ustadz came with the Vice President candidate in order to ask for prayers and blessings to the people of the interior like this city of Kami.

My heart is at peace surrounded by prayerful women. Many women wear shar'i clothes and cover some of their faces with niqob.

O Allah, I am ashamed of my situation which looks far from perfect as they are. I want to keep my body away from those who are not my mahram. Who always stays at home and is cheered on by my husband.

I want to be like them.

"Anyone who wants to ask from my tausiyah just father, mother, and worshipers in Allah's Grace Subhanahu Wa Ta-ala?" Ask that handsome ustadz I don't know his name yet. In fact, many flower boards and billboards of welcome greetings and tabligh Akbar notifications along with this handsome ustadz. However, I did not pay attention to his name.

Astaghfirullah, that's me. Now I want to know his name.

I straightened my body to see who would ask about the tausiyah that was conveyed. I saw mothers around their 40s raise one hand.

"Assynnolt, ustadz. I'm an unworked wife. I'd like to ask. In Islamic law, is a wife obligated to do homework?"

Whoa... I was so anxious to clap my hands after hearing Animah's mother's question. Questions that represent many of his wives, including me.

Ustadz was smiling. If I hadn't married, I would have fallen in love with her. But, if you're married, I won't.

"Getishalight."

"There are two duties of the wife in the Qur'an. Two in the Qur'an surah the fourth verse 34. This is the most tree," said the handsome ustadz.

"First, the woman who is sholeh is her first duty" said the handsome Ustadz.

"She obeyed God by obeying her husband. As long as the husband asks for good," he continued.

In my heart, I hesighfar repeatedly because I have not been able to carry out the duties of the first wife.

"While for the second main task of the wife of the sholehah is to keep the good name of the family. A wife needs to keep the husband's good name, especially when the husband is not with her."

"So mothers, housework is not the duty of the wife. But, done in the form of obedience to the husband. Hopefully, my explanation is understandable. All right, does anyone still want to ask?"

I re-enforced my body to see who would ask again. Ah, ada. Her appearance was covered with niqob. I can see if he smiles clearly from the indentation of his eyes.

"Allalamaic, Ustadz. I'm Nabila, 20 years old. I would like to ask, does Ustadz have a wife?"

Instantly the courtyard of the Grand Mosque which was filled with worshipers became boisterous. Hot weather is not an obstacle to attend this Akbar tabligh.

I saw the ustadz smiling clumsily with a reddened face. Vice President candidates also seemed to laugh while teasing the ustadz.

"Waalaikumsalam, Nabila's sister. Thank God, I'm single."

I was so shocked that my mouth was open. Lucky I put on a cloth mask so no one would know if I was. Did ya?

Why is my heart happy?

I shook my head in a serie beristighfar because of this strange feeling of mine.

"Waalaikumsalam," cried the congregation simultaneously answer the greetings of the handsome ustadz.

I was surprised to hear the word of greeting ya g I did not hear the greetings from the handsome ustadz. I saw a lot of pilgrims disperse leaving the mosque courtyard as well as me walking towards the Motorcycle Parking. I undo the intention to go home soon because it is soon the time to pray ashar.

I went back to the mosque area and immediately went to the women's bathroom in the North part of the mosque, while the men's bathroom in the South. From both places the bathroom, will be one way to the terrace of the mosque.

There's nothing strange here. I stood leaning against the wall waiting for the queue to take ablution. I saw the women who were berniqob open that thing. Really, what an amazing beauty. It is only fitting that they cover their faces so that only mahram can see the beauty.

I'm guessing most of the people in this bathroom are single. Not with me, I'm married.

After ablution, I put on my hijab back complete with her socks. Along the way to the terrace of the mosque, I stepped slowly because I was reading a billboard that read what the name of the handsome ustadz was.

Jaffan Al Adnan's.

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"Astaghfirullah."

"Yes, God."