Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

162. We're Brothers

Ridwan and Iis finally left their school teaching with a piggy bank again, of course in the middle between Iis and Ridwan there is a bag Iis as a barrier.

As planned, they went straight to the city's grand mosque to perform dzuhur prayer first, only after that to find a place to eat while waiting for the news of Pak Haji Imron home.

Arriving at the grand mosque, both of them went directly to the place of ablution provided, Ridwan in a place of men's ablution, while Iis to the place of women's ablution.

The place of ablution is on the right of the mosque building, passing through a rice ATM machine that is placed slightly indented into the parking area.

The rice ATM machine in the city's grand mosque has started to exist since one year ago since it is said that one of the members of the board of directors of the mosque used to live in Yogyakarta.

This member saw in the Joglokariyan mosque that had a rice ATM and it was certainly very useful for the underprivileged.

"Bismilbornrahmanirrahim... Allahummaf tahlii abwaaba rohmatik."

(O Allah, open for me the doors of Your Spirit).

After that Ridwan entered with his right foot first to the mosque after taking ablution water.

There are some people who are also performing Dzuhur prayer, among them are street vendors who just stopped by the mosque and left behind the time of worshipers.

Ridwan then took a place on the left side near the large window of the mosque. Beautiful calligraphy can be seen decorating the building of the grand mosque, as well as large crystal lights hung above.

Beautiful of course looks, but Ridwan does not really agree with too many mosques that only focus on building physical rather than building the quality of the mosque itself.

The mosque as in the days of Rosulullah, which is mediocre but its function is extraordinary for the ummah.

Where there in addition to praying, teaching, studying, also used to be in touch with fellow Muslims.

Not only know each other, but also foster closer social relationships, which when one congregation is not seen present, the other will lose and will find out, for fear that he might be sick, or that something might happen to him.

And if the person is sick then be visited, if he dies then pardon, if he has a problem then together help provide a solution.

Like a history that there was one of the mosque worshipers in the time of Rosulullah until a few days did not participate in congregational prayer and Rosulullah lost his figure. So ask Rosulullah after praying to the friends over the condition of the person.

Long story short, the figure turned out that every time he went to the mosque, he was stopped by the Jews because the figure had a debt to the Jews, and he had not been able to pay, so Rosulullah came to him and gave a solution.

The essence of the story above is certainly one of the functions of the mosque is a leader who is also an imam at the time of congregational prayer in the mosque finally can also see the condition and situation of its people, its citizens, its people, its people, its people, who is under his guard.

Alhmdulillah again, if the mosque building is so beautiful, its function is also equally beautiful, to create a solid community condition, which is not until there are of those who have problems thought alone, faced alone, faced alone, especially if there is no solution.

Ridwan still entered the second rokaat, when behind him someone patted once gently a sign that he was dead behind Ridwan.

**----------------**

"Then it was Mbok Yem,"

Mbak Wening said to Mbok Yem who was finishing frying tempe chips.

"Let's go Mbok, eat and then pray dzuhur first."

She said to the kitchen to get a plate.

Ma'am Wening who saw Mother take the plate looked immediately sprightly replaced.

"Just Wening, Mom."

Mother who is actually her hands slightly numb because she was tired of grating coconuts to make a joint finally let Mbak Wening take over.

"Yuk Yem, eat vegetable soup baso is the same as chicken srundeng."

Said Mother.

"Aduh moso I have to wear troublesome eating too."

Ujat Mbok - Yem.

"Lho eat yo must be Yem, jo ngunu ngomonge you know. Here help Wening fried chips yo automatically panjenenengan already entered my family, which I obliged to eat and must also remind prayer."

Mother said as she entered the inner room.

"Supon Ms. Yu, it's over soon."

Mbok Yem.

Yes, Mbok Yem was once a child and his teens had been friends with his mother Ridwan although not familiar.

Ms Wening was seen following her mother inside and headed straight for the dining room carrying empty plates to be used for lunch together.

"Jeng.. maem first, maem."

Mbak Wening said while putting dishes on the dining table that there already looks sahur soup and fried chicken dry and chili, also fried tofu.

"Your son is sleeping in front of the TV."

Said Mother.

Ma'am Wening turned to his mother, then to the long wooden chair where Ajeng since morning did ask to lie there.

Ma'am Wening sighed, though,

"Don't wake up, let it be, you'll wake up by yourself."

Said Mother.

"But to be awakened to Bu, the sleep period is silent in front of the TV."

"Yo for this time just understood to, wong he name must be saturated do not meet his friends at school, only at home until the next few days yo time should be added angry as well, can yo Mother herself can not accept the mother's grandchild being yelled at."

Said Mother to Madam Wening who finally chose to just stumble so as not to get scolded.

Mbok Yem seems to have completed his task of frying tempe chips for the order of the people of the village.

"Feed ayuk together."

Invite Mom Spirit.

**-------------**