The Story of the Children of the Juragan

143. I'll see you again

After the Dhuhur prayer and lunch together. They continued their journey to the Hira Cave.

The Cave of Hira became a silent witness when the Prophet Muhammad received the first revelation from Allah. It is located on a rather steep uphill cliff.

Fortunately, all the entourage of Umrah pilgrims physically quite strong. So they can climb up that hill. Even the grizzled grandmas and grandpas looked excited.

At that place, the Wulan family remembered again, the first time they converted to Islam, and did the duty of prayer.

Those moments were hard times. Because it takes a sincerity to release what has been understood so far.

It's getting late afternoon. Surely their bodies were also in a state of fatigue. They're back at the hotel. Doing the same activity. The Maghrib prayer, the Isya prayer, prays and recites and rests.

There they really drew near to God. Remembering all the signs of his power. In order to foster fear to do mischief.

At a time when most people are busy taking selfies and uploading them on various social media.

Salman and Wulan's family have only a few times immortalized the moment in the place, with the intention to become a memento.

Without any intention of posting it on social media. Which could have triggered liver disease for people who see it.

Let it all be a practice, which only he and his Lord know.

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The next day, they continued their journey. That morning the first place they went to was Jannatul Baqi.

This religious attraction is quite sentimental. It is the main cemetery in Medina. Many of Muhammad's family, relatives, and friends are buried here.

A funeral is a place for the dead.

The tour guide advised that when entering the cemetery, we must take off our footwear. It is strictly forbidden to ask for prayers to the dead. Known as the blessing.

Because the name of the person who died, already can not pray for people who are still alive. Can't grant his wish.

And it should be the living who pray and give charity for the dead.

In the past, people who died during Hajj or Umrah had been buried in the place. However, due to venue limitations, the policy is no longer enforced. The bodies of those who died were brought back to their country.

They continued their journey to Jabal Tsur.

In Jabal Tsur, there are large boulders. His condition is still arid. The air is getting hotter, considering that it has entered the Dhuhur prayer time.

They accelerated the steps towards the Jawatha Mosque. Jawatha Mosque is not as grand as the Nabawi Mosque or the Grand Mosque.

However, the mosque also has an important history and is the oldest in Saudi Arabia. Part of the original structure has been lost, but it is still used as a place of worship.

This mosque is very simple, and far from the impression of luxury. There is no dome or tower. Even so, it does not reduce their peculiarities in worship.

Even they were amazed at the building that was still standing. The raw material is stone. While the wooden door is usually not too big.

Jawatha Mosque reminds us to keep it simple as a Muslim.

Not far from the mosque there is a recreational vehicle. They played there for a while until the afternoon.

Until the next few days they perform Umrah worship. On the last day, do not forget they took the time to buy souvenirs for the closest people.

They visited the Zakfariah market. A market that sells all kinds of daily necessities and souvenirs such as, worship equipment, jewelry, watches, dates, electronic goods, and many other items.

Tasting the taste of dates makes Wulan and her family addicted. Because the fruit has a sweet taste that fits. They also bought a lot of things. So that everyone can enjoy.

Although in Indo there are also many stores that sell typical middle eastern food, it still has different qualities.

Everyone is packing. Make sure that nothing is left behind. Because later in the afternoon they will leave for the airport.

At the appointed hour, rows of buses lined up neatly in the hotel courtyard. To pick up the group, and drive them to the airport.

There was a pinch of sadness when it came to leaving the holy place. They hope to someday return to visit him.

The bus was traveling at moderate speed, passing a smooth road, and around the right left of the desert that has been green. Again as a reminder that the apocalypse is approaching.

The bus finally arrived at the airport. Mixed flavors attacked them again before entering the plane.

'Goodbye to Baitullah. His Qibla is people all over the world. May he visit you again on another occasion.' Inner Wulan, and unconsciously he shed tears.

After that, the aircraft began to take off and deliver them back to the homeland.