Ustadz Ridwan's Dream

179. Mother's Beloved

Ridwan walked down the village road to the mosque Uswatun Hasanah.

The village road is still visible many holes on several sides, which have not been addressed by the village.

The Maghrib is heard to have reverberated, along with the shifting of the sun completely on the western horizon.

Some residents who cross paths with Ridwan who was also about to go to the mosque looked friendly greeting.

Lately the mosque congregation is starting to increase more and more, especially from the young elders who are immigrants where they are indeed many who live in the village of Ridwan as boarding children.

Indeed, since the last year, many people in the village of Ridwan switched to opening a boarding place, because the rice fields that began to be less desirable were cultivated, eventually many shifted their function by being built into a boarding place, and some of them were also traded as plots.

Most of the boarding around the village of Ridwan are students from the campus that is not far from there, although there are also those who have worked in banks, cooperatives, and even some in the mall.

And their arrival certainly gives a fresh breeze to the wheels of the economy around the village.

Where many finally can sell side dishes, there are open shops, pulse kiosks and even londrian businesses.

Mbak Wening is also one that includes getting blessings for the many immigrants from the young people.

Their favorite is looking for snacks for friends to chat or also soft study for students, making Mbak Wening chips was selling well cape kulul.

"Assalamualaikum mr. ustadz..."

Some young people say hello to Ridwan, who then they shake hands with Ridwan.

Ridwan seems actually still very awkward if he meets a society that seems so exalted himself, while Ridwan himself feels how much he still lacks.

They then walked with Ridwan to the mosque, where the Masjid Uswatun Hasanah is now seen to have crowded worshipers.

Mr. Haji Imron has also been at the mosque talking to the marbot near the side door of the mosque.

Some wild cats as usual seen also around the courtyard of the mosque.

They just walk around the courtyard area, sometimes there are hiding under the car, there are also those who climb into the motorcycle seat to just sit down, there are even others who come there comfortably.

Ridwan sighed, he then headed for the man's ablution.

Ridwan had passed Pak Haji Imron and the mosque marboth who were talking seriously.

When Ridwan passed them, Pak Haji Imron took the time to smile at Ridwan for a while, then again chatted with the mosque's marbot.

Ridwan proceeded towards the ablution, behind which several teenage boys were also seen following.

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"Is, the vegetable soup is ripe, eat it now, son?"

Ask Mom from the direction of the room door, Iis who looks going down from the bed looking towards the Mother,

"Where are you going?"

Mom walked over to Iis,

"Iis pray first Ma'am, later eat it out of prayer."

"That's you, tayamum again."

Said Mother,

Iis seemed to be shaking slowly, she had completely gotten off the bed and stood up while her hands were still trying to hold on to the side of her bed.

Iis holding Iis so as not to fall, of course because I know Iis must not be fully strong to stand and walk actually.

"If earlier it might still be understandable if Iis tayamum, but if now Iis is better, yes Iis must walk Bu to the bathroom take ablution, after all Iis also want to go back."

Iis.

Mom seemed to breathe, though,

This is actually never specifically beautiful.

Never go down.

But Iis can be said to be very guarding his worship.

Iis always guided, if even a little knowledge he got, if he did, then inshaAllah it would be the pleasure of Allah.

What a man needs is the pleasure of God.

It is not only a matter of how much we worship, but the most important thing is how easy we try to do each worship.

And the most important thing is that we are Istiqomah.

Even small worship, if we continue to do it because God alone lillahi ta'ala, inshaAllah is much more loved by God.

That's how Iis had heard information from Abah yai at the boarding school that he often took part in studies there if there is a study schedule for the public as well.

Mother finally helped Iis walk towards the bathroom, although Iis seemed reluctant to bother her mother with her hands trying to hold on to the wall and the long table between her room and the room.

"Sorry, Mom, Iis even sick and so bothers Mom."

Iis said softly,

Mom shook her head, though,

"It's okay, Wong Mommy is also often sick and you are always painstaking taking care of Mom."

Said Mother.

"That's an obligation Iis, ma'am."

"Yes podo, I take care of the child is also an obligation."

Said Mother again, making Iis so smile towards her mother.

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