Smart Boy Child Maker Khamar

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“Mashaallaah... Very good Aira” praise Ustadzah Intan after listening to the explanation of his students. Ustadzah Intan was very proud of his students. Last week she assigned each child to write a short essay about their parents' work. Today every student takes turns reading their essay in front of the class.

The children were also asked to answer questions from their classmates. If anyone wants to ask more about their parents' work. So far what has been displayed by his students has been very satisfying Ustadzah Intan. His students can write, dare to explain in front of the class, and are knowledgeable enough to answer the questions of his friends.

“Alright, next Ali. Try now it's Ali's turn to tell the story” call Ustadzah Intan. Ali advanced swiftly. He had a long conversation with his father about this task. There's a lot of work you've done to tell in class. But Ali chose to explain what his father was doing now.

“Assalamu alaikum friends. Today I'm going to tell you about my father's work. My father is a researcher. His office is one area with his mother Zia who had told him earlier.” Ali opened the story.

If anyone thinks talking in front of a fourth grader is easy, think again. Fourth graders don't care when to ask. When something crossed his head immediately came out of his mouth. Almost without a pause. In some students who told stories before, including Zia, Ustadzah Intan gave rules only to ask when the story was finished. As a result, no one asked. So to the student who got a later turn, the student was released to ask as long as his friend told him a story.

Sometimes the task of telling stories will have difficulty keeping the storyline in accordance with what they have written. After the questions of their friend. Ustadzah Intan who maintain the storyline and the number of questions so that the student can tell the story to the end. Make Ustadzah Intan this way more successful than fishing friends who listen to ask.

“Researchers say sih” asked Faiz.

“Well! That's it, the researcher's work is different, depending on what the government tells him to make. It was like Aira's father was a doctor. His job is to treat the sick. But the pain is different. So doctors do the same job at the same time differently every day. Researchers are also like that, the work is different for each year. But still researching to get something new. Which is useful for the community, according to the government” explained Ali.

“Keep, now your father is doing what” asked Queena.

“That's what I want to tell you today. My father is making gasoline from wood” said Ali proudly.

“Hah. How to” there are some children who almost simultaneously say it. It was a little boisterous at the time of the class. Ustadzah Intan who usually warns children to calm down seems to forget about his duties.

“Gasoline is from fossils yes .. kok from wood ‘sih. The wood was fossilized first?” there was someone who commented that way in the riots in Ustadzah Intan class. Ustadzah Intan was grateful he did not rush to tell calm down. He proved one thing. His students know fuel, energy and where it comes from.

“Not..it's like a train of old ‘deh. Who uses steam engines. Khan brought firewood everywhere” said another child. Ustadzah Intan is proud. “Not.it's a loh, like a car in the movie Flinestone. Cartoon series from the stone age.” Another child commented. Alright, enough! Ustadzah Intan.

“Eh. how are these kids. Kok, so rowdy like this. Want to do not tell the story. How his father Ali made gasoline from wood” shouted Ustadzah Intan. The commotion began to subside. Ali who had enjoyed the curiosity of his classmates, smiled happily. “Try to continue the story Ali, how to make gasoline from wood” continued Ustadzah Intan.

Ali and his friends are students of the Integrated Islamic Elementary School. Before hearing Ali's story, Ali's friends had already learned that alcohol was a khamar material. And khamar is haram. So after hearing Ali's story, curiosity about fuel and energy that was previously the reason these children heard the story of Ali disappeared.

“Alcohol ‘kan same with khamar, Li. Khamar it ‘kan haram” Faiz said.

“But ‘kan if the alcohol is drunk. This ‘kan to replace gasoline” replied Ali.

“Eh... said Ustadz Rahmat ‘kan all can sin. There's a Hadith! If the khamar wants to make, who sells, even those who pour Pun can sin” Syaqeela said.

“But ‘keep the alcohol not for drinking!” ali half shouted.

Ustadzah Intan understood that he had to put an end to all these debates. Unfortunately, the study of Islam is not a field that he mastered. “Already, already..nothing, Kok. As far as the ustadzah is concerned, the practice depends on its intention. If Ali's father did not intend to sell alcohol for khamar drinks, Insyaallaah did not sin. ‘kan many also use alcohol for other needs besides being drunk. Clean the wound for example. Ustadzah himself also uses a face cleanser that has alcohol.” Said Ustadzah Intan trying to mediate.

“Indeed the alcohol used by Muslims. If you make non-Muslims ‘kan up to them yes.”

“Mama I don't want to use the alcohol, Ustadzah. It's cosmetics, it's perfume. Said alcohol was unclean.”

“From where Ali's father knew that his homemade alcohol would not be used to get drunk”

The question was then valid to say that it could not be ascertained anymore who asked what. This situation made Ustadzah Intan overwhelmed serve it.

“Already... already.. enough! Later we will continue to ask the answer yes.you can immediately ask Ustadz Rahmat, who knows more about the law of Fiqh. Or you can ask your parents at home. Try asking his mother, who said his mother did not want to use the alcohol because of unclean, who was it? Try to go home later ask why it can be unclean ya” said Ustadzah Intan. The class commotion began to subside. Although many are still not satisfied with the answer Ustadzah Intan. Some are still continuing the discussion with friends on the left and right by whispering.

Ustadzah Intan then turned towards Ali. “Thank you Ali. The story is interesting once” he said. “Ali can return to seat yes, ‘Nak.” Then while observing the attendance sheet, Ustadzah Intan called the next disciple.

Ali returned to his chair in a doldrums. How could he feel going up and down so fast. He was smiling proudly for a moment. His friend was curious about his story. The next moment he felt very guilty.