Mystery of Love

final resting

Time continues to creep. The voice of the Adhan began to be heard reverberating from various directions so inevitably we have to perform dawn prayers. I stepped into the bathroom even though my heart was sad.

While cleaning in the bathroom I found blood coming out of my feminine area when my sacred time was not even fifteen days. Tomorrow isyak is the minimum limit of my sanctuary. My period time should be tomorrow Ba'da Isyak. That means I'm in jihad right now.

I snorted loudly, why it came faster and at the wrong time. If it's like that means I have to wash with extra.

Clean my private parts until clean then slip cotton in the place of new blood out using pads and cd.

I came out of the bathroom to ask for help.

"Kholll......!! Tulung ya pean jupukno cotton, pads the same CD" I said to Kholifah who just wanted to go into the room because my feet were dirty in an unholy place.

Istihadhah is the blood that comes out in addition to the days of menstruation and puerperium. Among the cases is when blood constantly out exceeds the maximum limit of menstruation, which is 15 days.

Women who experience it are called mustahadhah. Mustahadhah was condemned as a saint. He remains obliged to fast and pray, can read the Qur’an, i’tikaf and other things that are prohibited for menstruating women.

There is a difference in the ordinances of prayer and sanctification for mustahadhah compared to normal people. Every time he wants to pray, he must wash the female part and clog it with cotton or other types of sanitary napkins that can stop blood or at least minimize it.

Then he commits with the intention of allowing prayer, not with the intention of eliminating hadas.

Nawaitu listibahatissolati fardhol lillahi

This wudlu intention can only be used for one mandatory prayer only while for Sunnah prayer there are no restrictions.

Wudhu must also be done after entering prayer time, not valid before entering time. After ablution he is required to directly perform prayer, should not be interspersed with other activities, except things related to the benefit of prayer such as waiting for worshipers, closing the aurat and so forth.

Every time he prayed fardhu, he was obliged to repeat the ablution and change his dressing.

Al-Imam al-Nawawi said,

Istihadhah is a permanent hadat like the great, so it does not prevent fasting and prayer. Then mustahadhah (obliged) wash the vag**and bandage it. He is (obliged) abiding at the time of prayer, he (obliged) immediately performs the prayer. If it ends because of the benefit of prayer, such as closing (aurat), waiting for worshipers, then there is no problem. If not for this reason, then it is problematic in the opinion of al-shahih. Mandatory ablution for each fardlu, as well as updating the dressing in the opinion of al-ashah. (Imam al-Nawawi, Minhaj al-Thalibin, juz 1, page: 19).

The problem arises when the mustahadhah is fasting Ramadan. On the one hand it is required to clog the section ********* with a kind of cotton swab as part of its ordinance of washing and praying. However, on the other hand, he is obliged to keep his fast from things that cancel.

As is known, inserting a cotton-like object into the inside of ***ina can break the fast. The question then is, what should the fasting mustah do when he wants to pray? Which comes first between the importance of fasting and prayer?

After the greeting, I tendered my body which was still wrapped in mucus to the bargain. My head feels heavy because of the thoughts that run in it. I don't think I can accept the fact that Abah has left us. This time Abah went not a day two days but forever to face the Almighty Creator of the universe.

"yeah Alloh ya Robb, I proposed to Mbak Leli to read Ar ro'd letter and now Abah died. Yes Alloh forgive me. Forgive me yes Alloh if all that because of me" my prayer watered with tears that divorce never ends.

In the kitchen, the princess santri are ready to use their respective mukena to solicit Abah and wait their turn because they have to take turns.

Cak Yubi and Cak Noto then came and reported that the daughter did not need to solicit Abah because the mourners continued to come and solicit the body of Abah until the place could not fit. So the princesses returned to the cottage with a little disappointment because they could not see Abah directly at the last moment.

Mourners came from all over the city. They came in droves to pay their last respects to Abah son of kyai Ibrahim Ismail who was famous throughout the city for his carom in the colonial era.

The sacks we had prepared were not enough to hold the rice from the mourners. We moved it into the musolla ndalem because the canteen santri putra was not able to accommodate the default of the mourners. Noodles, rice, sugar and oil came to the brim without being rejected.

Finally Abah's body was sent to the family tomb that was behind the cottage princess lor cottage. Mourners lined the road to the tomb to see Abah's body.

Teachers, ustadz, santri guardians and guardians of students and alumni weep for someone who has been our role model, someone we love very much and respect very much. We wept in silence as we watched the coffin carrying Abah's body to be buried in the final resting place.

Goodbye Abah Bashar al-Din Ismail, may all your deeds be accepted and forgiven all his sins. May we meet again in heaven.

Although in the atmosphere we still run the activity as usual. And in the evening we held tahlilan for seven days and seven nights in ndalem and in the hut. The people present were not only the neighbors but also from various corners of the Mojokerto region.

The next morning while sweeping the ndalem I saw Bu nyai who was sitting in a single chair looking at the chair that was usually sat by Abah. His eyes looked as if he was crying.

It turned out that mom was also sad and tried to hide it from us. Ever since Abah died, my mother has kept us praying together and there is no deep sadness in her eyes. Like I was ready to lose Abah but now I just realized that it turns out my mother was the one who was the most sad when Abah died.

"Biasane Abah really did nang kunu." said the mother when she felt that someone had entered the living room without looking at me. He then rubbed his eyes.

"Kangen ambek abah but nang omah Yo menguho not lapo-lapo you know " (Rindu same abah but even though he was at home also ngapa-ngapain you know) said ibuk again.

I was silent to hear this curse of my mistress.

Every day my mother went to Abah's tomb to reduce her longing. After many years together, wading through the household ark in a wound and rejoicing was then left . Somehow the mother's feelings were left for ever by the very patient and kind Abah.