My Sacrifice is worthless

New School and New Hope

"Good homes among Muslims are homes where orphans are treated well. And the ugliest of houses among Muslims is a house where there are orphans and he is treated badly." (CHR. Ibn Majah).

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Without feeling the new school year is just a few days away. Bik Utin has bought me school supplies like bags, school shoes, socks and writing supplies. As for the uniform, I use the uniform of Tia's sister who no longer fit her. It is still good and worth using.

A little story about my cousin's sister. Sister Tia has a little retardation, but can still be said to be able to socialize well and speak good language. It's just that for certain circumstances Tia sometimes tantrums, rampaging, even hitting the people around her. Therefore make Utin need me, brother Mimin, and brother Ijum to always accompany sister Tia. Poor Bik Utin and Pak Kus, they love their children.

Tomorrow is the first day I set foot back at school. My new school. Tia and I were given each a mini bike to our school. Not a new bike, but it can be used comfortably. The distance from home to school is quite far, about 30 minutes by bike.

We say goodbye to Bibik and Mr. Kus.

Bishmij ... Steady bicycles welcome a better day thanks to the good people God sent me. Arriving at school I went to the teacher's room first to meet the principal and then together with my homeroom teacher Bu Nurhayati headed to fifth grade.

Entering the class I introduced myself, the name, the origin of the school and the current residence. Thank God my new friends are all good and I quickly get along with them. I was sitting next to a female student named Ayu, a beautiful child by her name.

The process of studying at school is very fun. Includes lessons, friends and teachers.

They never questioned me who had ever stayed in class.

One semester was easy. Thank God, I was able to get a second class ranking. On this school holiday, Bibik allowed me to visit my grandmother and my sisters for three days. I can miss them. Usually only one night I meet them when I come home every month or those who visit me. My aunt gave me gifts for my grandmother and my sisters. Alhamdulillah ... May Allah reward all that my Uncle and Aunt have given to my family.

Three days I spent with great fun. It was time for me to pick up Mr. Kus to go back to his house. At home make Utin me the same as brother Mimin and sister Ijum, get daily tasks such as washing dishes, sweeping and mopping, Ijum, cooking rice at that time we still use steam boiler because it does not have rice cooker rice cooker. So all our work is done manually even though the refrigerator and Water machine are available.

One year of sitting in fifth grade ended up rising sixth grade. Thank God my rank has risen to number one. Since class 1 SD used to be my ranking is always around the top three in the class, as well as Fitri. We can already read when we are not in school because we are watching television. We both often followed the words and phrases of the news anchor. We used to have a black and white television while mom was still around and sold when mom was really sick.

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One year here trouble started popping up at my aunt's house. There are mistakes that cause frustration and anger to Utin, Pak Kus including Kak Tia. I don't know, maybe the time that determines everything including boredom toward others. I was often late for school because I had to do endless homework even though there were other brothers. Before the dawn of the Adhan I was awake, carrying out the call of the owner of life. After that, cook the rice, wash the dishes. Then sweep and mop. Help make breakfast I do to ease the burden of the other. Be aware of the situation.

At that time, I had a great desire to wear the hijab. However, that wish of mine has not received the approval of my aunt.

"It's not yet time for you to wear the hijab, not yet baligh you .. Sis Tianu who has Junior High yet to use the hijab, cook you who are still small already want to style?!" cecar Bi Utin as I convey my wish.

I could only duck in holding back the crying. I don't know what that style means, I don't understand. Isn't closing the aurat an obligation of all Muslims even from an early age?

Not having my aunt's approval for the hijab didn't deter me from using it. I don't know if it's just a wish or if I'm just amazed to see someone else use it. I saved my pocket money to buy a white and brown headscarf for school uniforms. Of course without anyone's knowledge in my aunt's house. I used it when I was almost at the school crossing.

It turns out as clever as a jumping squirrel finally fell too. This saying fits perfectly with my current situation. That afternoon after school, my aunt was waiting in the living room.

Eh. .. how does the face make Utin bent so? my question is in my heart. Is there a problem?

"Mosuraforu ...."

"Look Ta, change clothes and then have lunch, after that Bibik wants to talk to you."

"yes Bik ...."

I change clothes and then have lunch. What's up, huh? What does aunt want to say? stuck in the heart.

"Yes bik, what's wrong?" askaku.

"Sit ta ... You're good at lying to auntie now?"

"What's a lie, Bik?"

"You secretly bought a hijab and used it at school, didn't you?"

Degh .. It feels like this heart will jump from where it is ... Where does Bibik know? I didn't answer right away, I was busy with my own thoughts.

"If asked it was answered ...!" Bibik yelled at me while shaking my head. O Allah .. what is my sin? I cry in my silence. I looked down deeper and hid my tears.

"If you don't want to listen to Bibik's orders, you better go home to your grandmother's house and not go to school anymore!" connect the aunt again with a sharp look.

I immediately raised my head to shake quickly.

"No Bik, Ita still wants to go to school ... Soon want a Bik exam ...," I replied with a hiccup.

"Well that's why you're so obedient, forget you who's paying for your school? Who helped you eat in the village?"

"No Bik, Ita don't forget ... Yes Bik, Ita will not repeat it again. Ita promise bik...."

"Ok Bibik keep your promise, watch out for it again!"

The aunt went into her room. I immediately went to the kitchen to clean up the dirty dishes left over for lunch. Trying to be patient despite a painful heart. The risk of living with others that we have to accept.

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