My Sacrifice is worthless

Your First Nigth's

إِنَّ الْقَبْرَ أَوَّلُ مَنَازِلِ الْآخِرَةِ، فَإِنْ نَجَا مِنْهُ فَمَا بَعْدَهُ أَيْسَرُ مِنْهُ، وَإِنْ لَمْ يَنْجُ مِنْهُ فَمَا بَعْدَهُ أَشَدُّ مِنْهُ

“Truly the tomb is the first stopover from the afterlife. If one survives his evil, then the latter is easier than he; if one does not survive his evil, then the latter is heavier than him,”

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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.

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.