My Imam, my army

8. Is this a volunteer actually?

Salsa woke up from her sleep. He rushed to find ablution water to perform tahajud prayers. It is his habit to confide in one third of the night. To express the regret of Allah. The best confiding friend to him is only Allah.

But when he took the ablution water, suddenly a dangerous alarm sound rang. Everyone inside the base camp woke up to the alarm. Salsa panicked to death, what's going on? Salsa rushed in to wake the others, but they had already woken up. Salsa continued to speak the name of God when the yellow light from the sky would fall to the ground. It's not too far from base camp.

"LET'S RUN!" exclaim Dirga firmly. The mood suddenly gripped. Scared everywhere. The name of Allah was cried out to them several times. The call got louder to stay away from base camp. The sound of screaming was so deafening.

They ran out of the TNI AD tent and....

DUUUUAAAAAARRR......

The sound was so deafening. Until they bounced far away. The boom that fell near the base camp had turned into a huge fire. And they bounce far away. To the point of causing severe injuries and maybe even someone died.

Of course they panic! They were too late to run away because of the unexpected bomb. Especially when people sleep. Uh! God always surprises His servants. Good bad surprise, still it's the best, right?

This is what a volunteer means to them. Sacrificing their lives for our fallen brothers in Palestine. Brave and ready to volunteer here, then ready to give up their lives whenever and wherever they are. With the ready condition not ready they will still be in ready mode. But believe me, God gives them multiple rewards. Don't doubt that.

Salsa's frail body bounced away. The girl muttered help to Allah so that the sound of the bomb had greeted her. Salsa was suffocated, as her body fell on the ground. His head hit a rock. The girl grimaced in pain before her eyes closed perfectly. The last time Salsa saw was just a tremendous mess.

"Mother, Dad. Salsa is fine, really" Salsa said last time. A great calamity had greeted her, but the girl could still smile in the midst of this storm. He does not regret this one bit. He knew enough that something like this would happen. And Salsa has prepared mentally even though he did not succeed 99%. There's at least 1%, right?

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Indonesia

09.27

Either a coincidence or indeed a destiny set by Allah Almighty. Now Salsa has been returned to Indonesia in a coma due to a bomb when he was in Palestine a few days ago. All volunteers are returned to Indonesia. Four Salsa doctors have died. Maybe God has defined their age. Several other volunteers are still being treated at the same hospital. They certainly have serious injuries. Salsa is still floating on the edge of death. Can the girl defend against her death?

Salsa's mother had been crying since yesterday when she received bad news about her son. Of course, who doesn't cry when his son is facing his death? Moreover, Salsa is a child of mere puppets. How broken a mother's heart is when she gets bad news about her child.

While at the crossroads to the hospital mosque, they met Dirga who ran inundated while holding his right arm wounded by burns in Palestine.

"The Dirga? You're cured?" ask Salsa's father and stop walking. Staring at the young man who was smiling kindly at him.

"yes om. Thank God, how are things, Salsa?" ask Dirga politely. The young man had been dressed in casual clothes, a white T-shirt paired with black knee-length jeans. If wearing clothes like this, the arrogant nature attached to him had already disappeared. It even attracts everyone's attention. Ah forget!

"Salsa coma, son. Maybe God has tested our family. Just pray for the best for him. Oh yeah, where's Dirga going? Is anyone sick?"

"Yes, Om. It was an accident when I came home. And coincidentally, he's being treated here" Dirga said.

Salsa's father widened his eyes. Why didn't he hear that news? Salsa's father was in deep hearts.

"When, son? O Allah. Om don't know that news. God, I think it's too focused on the situation of Salsa. Until the nephew himself crashes, om doesn't know. What room is he in? Later after the Ashar prayer, we will visit him" Salsa's father said as he continued to hold his wife's weak shoulders. Perhaps his wife had not noticed his interaction with Dirga. Judging from his wife who looked down weakly and did not comment anything.

"In the orchid room, om. No papa, I understand. Em...om I went there first, huh?"

"Yes, say hello to Aya. After the prayer, we went there. Dirga's son doesn't pray together, do we?"

"Ah no om, I have prayed at home. Excuse me om, Assalamualaykum," said Dirga politely. The young man immediately ran towards his fiancee's room.

Both Salsa's parents returned to the mosque after confirming Dirga's broad back had disappeared at the turn of the wall. Once again, Salsa's father noticed his wife's seemingly chaotic circumstances. He took a deep breath and rubbed his back gently. Trying to channel power to his married wife for years.

"Mother, remember that everything created by God will return to Him, again? So, mother don't be sad. Dad was sad. Salsa's just a deposit, Bun. Even if Salsa goes far away and does not come back, we as ordinary people must take it, right? Calm your mind first," he said gently to his wife.

Mother Salsa just cried not responding to her husband's words. His mind was only on his daughter. Aaron Akbar Salsabilla.