My Sacrifice is worthless

Still Live In The Heart

وَقَالَ عَلَيْهِ السَّلَامُ:  {إذَا مَاتَ ابْنَ آدَمَ انْقَطَعَ عَمَلُهُ إلاّ مِنْ ثَلَاثٍ: صَدَقَةٍ جَارِيَةٍ أَوْ عِلْمٍ يَنْتَفِعُ بِهِ أَوْ وَلَدٍ صَالِحٍ} يَدْعُوْ لَهُ.

Prophet SAW. said, “If the man died, then cut off his charity except for three things, shadaqah jariyah, useful knowledge, or a child who prays,” who prays for him.

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Death separates the body and the soul, but not the memory. They will always live and dwell in the hearts and memories of those they left behind and loved.

When I woke up, I was in my room. The house is still filled with relatives and friends. They are still reluctant to leave us, they feel the pain we feel. In the same house and the same land where the dead and the cemetery came down. Who wants all that? No one wants to. But the sustenance, the death, and the soul mate of God who knows everything.

Tok Bah looks at me pity. I don't know when Tok Bah will be coming.

"Eat ya grandson, Tok Bah?" I answer with a belt.

"It's been yesterday, Ita didn't touch any food, right?" I looked into those old eyes, there was worry there.

"Outside there are guests. They said it was Lia's cousin" explained Tok Bah. "Meet them first, put on your hijab," Tok Bah ordered again.

"Who does Tok Bah mean? Is Lia coming too? Why not go in?" ask me at Nur.

"Don't know brother, I don't know. They have come from the morning when bathing Kak Fitri's body," explained Nur.

Slowly I came out, it turned out to be Good and Gio's mas, Lia's cousin. "Sorry, it's been a long time? I didn't see any of you guys," I said nervously, not expecting them to make it here.

"It's okay, we understand you're grieving" replied Mas Gio.

"Your feet, why Mas?" my many.

"Oh, this? 0Yesterday afternoon after playing ball, accidentally grazed a small child who suddenly ran into the street. I can't avoid it anymore. Yes, this is the result," replied Mas Gio chuckling.

"Oh ..," I answered briefly.

"Eat him, drive it carefully, look left right. Don't look at your girl, "tap tock Bah.

"Yes Tok Bah, next time I will be more careful again" replied mas Gio.

"Yes already, before you go home to eat first, already prepared the same kitchen people," orders tok Bah.

Good and mas Gio just nodded. I saw Gio's mas limping to shift to eat. "Had known of an injured leg, still wanted to come here" I said.

I know them through Lia. The first time I accompanied Lia to her cousin Nice's house. I who was looking a little tomboy at the time, initially not so interested in joining Lia into the house Nice. But they kept forcing me in. Because it was bad, I went in and met them. I'm not really interested in getting to know my opposite sex because I think I still have to go to school. It's okay to just be friends with anyone.

After eating, they say goodbye to going home. I feel sorry to see Gio walking limped because of the wound on his leg.

"Go home, ita. You are steadfast," said Gio and Bagus.

"Thank you, be careful on the road" I replied.

I can only shake my head at Tok Bah's attitude. He was very protective of me. Yes naturally, I am the grandson that he must take care of. I went back to my room and laid down my body. It turned out that many incoming messages from my friends conveyed their condolences.

"Sorry Ita, I did not go with Bagus mas and Gio mas there, not allowed with bude," said Lia. "Yes, it's okay" I said.

"Ita, Fitri clothes that you want to give up, please separate?" mom Messages. I nodded and asked Nur to bring all the clothes of the deceased. We choose which is still worth giving to relatives and friends who want. Looking at the clothes, my tears flowed back. Remember when Fitri used it.

I must wear clothes that are still suitable to be given to families who want to receive it. Not much, just one bag with a medium size only. We don't have a lot of clothes, that's all. Wh-wh-what for? If we die, can't we use it anymore? For what if it will be a prolonged hisab in nature there? Is not how small our possessions will be questioned from where, how and for what we have them? Just one item can be a long business especially the extraordinary.

A couple of cousins and aunts gathered to help me. They gave more encouragement and advice to me and Nur. My body is here, but my mind flies out of nowhere.

Fitri clothes are then distributed to female cousins and aunts if they fit. I'm happy, at least more useful and become a charity to Fitri.

Later that night, several people in police uniforms and service officers came to the house. They talked about the accident money and whether my family would sue Satria. If so, Satria will be put in three months of confinement for taking one's life because of his carelessness. Satria's parents were also present. The conversation that night was quite difficult and did not find a meeting point because Satria's parents did not want his son in prison. However, the law will continue to run in accordance with its law.

Finally the police officer, the service officer and Satria's parents were alone. I was asked to come to the police station tomorrow.

"If the money services raharja and money from the family Satria liquid, we hold an aqiqahan event for Fitri and his mother huh Bu?" father Proposal.

"Yes son, how good it is," replied the grandmother.

"The rest we use to repair the tomb and buy land only," continued the father.

"Yes, it's good that we use it for useful," replied the grandmother again.

I don't want to interfere in this. Especially the money issue. Because, even if paid any amount will not be able to replace the presence of Fitri. And Fitri will never come back.

I lay down next to Nur who had fallen asleep. Nur's face was in Fitri's favor. If noticed at first glance they are very similar. Looking at Nur, as if seeing the figure of Fitri.

What is Fitri doing there? Did Fitri meet mom? May Fitri husnul khotimah, be in the place of those who are idolized by Allah Azza Wa Jalla. Aamiin Allahumma Aamiin.

Thinking of Fitri made me cry again. Hard enough to wake Nur up.

"Nobody crying again? Already yes Brother, pity Kak Fitri there. It must be sad to see we are like gini," said Nur.

"Sister just can't accept this yet, Nur. Brother lost your feet so badly. Brother can't bear it," I said a hiccup.

"We just send do'a yuk, brother for Kak Fitri?" bring Nur.

"Astagfirullah, Yes. Come Nur. Alfateha," with both hands.

Nur and I read Surah alfatah and fell asleep tired of crying.

The next day my father went to the police station with his cousin on a motorcycle.