THE SOUL OF MAYRA
34 (Between sad and confused)
Kalamun qodimu la yumallu
(The Qur'an is a kalamullah that is qodim that there is no boredom to listen to)
Tanazzaha'an qoulin wa fi'lin wa niyyati
(Which is purified of speech, deed and will)
Bihi asyfati min kulli da - in wa nuruhu
(With the Qur'an I ask for healing from all diseases and the light of the Qur'an)
Dalilun liqolbi 'inda jahli wa haroti
(It became a clue to my heart when I was in ignorance and confusion)
Sholawat Kalamun Qodimullah chants are thrown beautiful shahdu from the oral santriwati. Hadrah's accompaniment is increasingly validating, until the heart is touched by goosebumps. Sholawat is able to thrill the hearts of the audience who are in the pesantren.
The stars and the moon bear witness tonight. The anticipated moment has now arrived. Where the end of the course and khotmil Qur'an held.
Kalamun qodimu la yumallu
(The Qur'an is a kalamullah that is qodim that there is no boredom to listen to)
Tanazzaha'an qoulin wa fi'lin wa niyyati...
(Which is purified of speech, deeds and wills.).
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Sendu cried, tears that had always been prevented from dripping finally dripped this second. Unable to see a loved one lying weakly in the hospital, that was what Mayra felt at this moment.
The girl who had just last night performed the end of theussanah and khotmil Qur'an in the pesantren, now shed her tears beside grandma. Gently rubbing the hands of the mother of her late father.
"Mayra ..."
Soon Mayra wiped her tears. He looked at the source of the voice with a smile. Even so, anyone who saw Mayra's face right now would know that the girl was after crying. It can be seen from around her wet eyes, and her red nose.
"Grandma's asleep, now Mayra can pray first." Grandpa looked at his grandson warmly. "Let grandfather be here."
Mayra got up from the chair. The girl obeyed the grandfather. He had missed his dhuhur prayer fifteen minutes ago.
"I go to prayer first, Cake." Grandpa's hand to be let down. "Assalamualaik."
While walking down the hospital hallway, Mayra was silent in all her thoughts. Mayra thought, Should she go back to the boarding school when her grandmother lay weak?
After all, it had been a long time since he had met his grandparents. And tomorrow, was the beginning he met his grandparents after so many did not meet.
Until he reached the stairs of the hospital musalla, Mayra stopped all his thoughts. It is better for him to pour out his heart and mind after the prayer later.
".... O God, I do not want to waste the time you are giving me right now. Let me decide to stop forging knowledge in the pesantren, and be devoted to taking care of grandma. If this is true, make it easy."
After the dhuhur prayer, Mayra did not immediately return to the nursery of grandmother. However, he chose to sit for a moment on the steps of the mosque with a movable fingers, overlooking the dhikr that he did.
To be honest, Mayra was worried and sad this time. He has to decide for the next day. Although sad to stop education at the boarding school, Mayra would be sadder if he wasted the time God gave for him with grandparents.
The ones that left can't come back, right? Time should be used as well, right?
*****
"Say Papa, Mama's sick."
Rika's fingers that had been moving on her laptop keyboard now suddenly stopped. He was shocked by the news of his father-in-law in Indonesia. What wind suddenly brings this unpleasant news.
Suddenly ill.
Rika thinks like that. Although she and her husband—Candra—sibuk work, but they still exchange news with parents in Indonesia.
"Mama is sick .. How can you? Notnya—"
"The pain comes suddenly, just like death. It's God's will, it can happen" Candra told his wife.
"Certainly, do we take leave to Indonesia?" This is not Rika but Fara. The girl overheard her parents' conversation when they wanted to go to the kitchen.
Candra and Rika throw one another a glance. They have not thought of flying to the Land of the Fatherland.
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Lyric source Kalamun Qodimullah; Kompas.com
Pass revision 12 June 2021
