ZAHRA AKBAR'S

The heart of Fachri

"Sister Fachri is giving me the question!" Excited one of the children.

Fachri who sat in front looked so calm. The question he asked was not random. It is to make them think creatively.

"Sir Fachri is serious about this question."

"Sister Fachri is asking a reasonable question!" exclamation Nizam.

"It also makes sense Nizam." Fachri gave a pause before continuing his words. "All right, Brother Fachri. The answer is maghrib prayer. Why pray maghrib? Only three, right?" ask Fachri. It's not really a question they have to answer. It's just an affirmation.

"Yes Brother. Why would that be?" ask the other child.

"Why could that be? Yes, it could be so!" fachri joked.

"Sister Fachri kumat nih nyebelinya!" Nizam commented again.

Fachri laughed at the speech of the child who was most prominent than the others. "OKs. Brother Fachri will explain. This is serious, kids. Why is Maghrib prayer? This can happen when there is a makmum masbuk who comes when the priest sits the initial superstition or tasyahud awwal. Then he followed the movement of the priest who was in the early blasphemy. He automatically did his first shit.

Then when the priest stands for the third rakaat. Makmum masbuk was still doing his rakaatnya the first. Then the priest sat down again for the final word. That's the second thing that Imam Masbuk did.

Because he just did one rakaat. Plus the rakaat left behind. After the second rakaat he sat down again doing the initial shit. Stand up again the third rakaat and do the final shit. So, on every rakaat done makmum masbuk, there is shit. So that's four."

Fachri was silent for a moment to notice the look on the faces of the children in front of him. They are still digesting Fachri's explanation which is a bit mind draining.

Clara and Randi just gawked at Fachri's explanation. It makes sense anyway. But it has to be really understood.

Seeing the children still look confused, Fachri tried to explain again in simpler words.

"If you can't understand this explanation yet, Brother Fachri will explain it more simply. Look, when the priest is in his early tirits. Then came the mum and immediately followed the priest who was in disgrace. Then the priest rose up to the third rakaat, then the final superstition and the priest salutation. Here the makmum masbuk has done two tahiyat.

Then he got up again to work on two more rakaat. And in these two rakaat, he still has to be the first and the last. So that tahiyatnya makmum masbuk earlier there were four. You guys understand that?" ask Fachri later.

At once they answered they understood.

"If you understand, now we practice. Come now Nizam and Brother Randi come forward."

Randi jumped in shock. How can he practice what Fachri explained earlier. He's just a religious problem still superficial.

Unlike Nizam confidently got up from his seat.

"Let's Kak Randi come forward. We practice what Kak Fachri taught," invited a child named Nizam. He took Randi's hand forward.

Want not to want Randi to obey.

"You want to be shy about me here Ri?" whisky Randi.

With ease Fachri replied. "Just practice Rand. I will direct. Don't overdo it."

"The basics are you. There's-there's a job," said Randi.

"It's not work but knowledge."

Fachri immediately told Randi to stand as priest and Nizam as makmum masbuk. He is also the one who directs and explains every movement made.

The others looked carefully at what was in front of them.

When it's over, Fachri, Clara and Randi say goodbye. On the way there are many things Randi asked about religion. There began to be interest in him after what he got from the orphanage.

Clara preferred silence. He closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. Though his mind was full of curiosity that he had been quieting. The more surprises she gets about her husband.

Either because his body is too tired or his mind is tired. Clara fell asleep in the car.

Arriving home, Fachri carried his wife into the room. Randi immediately went up first to open the door.

Fachri immediately left Clara for the balcony. There he sat on the floor with his knees bent in front of his chest. He used both hands to cover his face. Trying to hold back the tears that shot without him asking. Fachri's cry broke out on its own. He hit his innocent knee. Looking for an impingement because he himself did not know what to do with his heart that suddenly returned fragile.

He thought his old wounds had healed. The pain remained in his heart. It's not even dry. Even though he had found a more beautiful berth.

He himself did not understand with his heart that sometimes difficult to compromise. He no longer wants to remember the past. But why is it that every time he remembers a face from his past he feels so much pain.

To make himself feel ashamed of God. Instead of crying for sin, he cried because he remembered his past.

That night no one knew how Fachri fought against his own heart. Only an increasingly silent night bears witness to how devastated Fachri has become because of the past. He never showed his vulnerability. Sharing his grief with his wife he was unable to.

Unable to pacify his love with the sadness that comes without being asked. Only God he made a place to lean and complain.

Tears continue to flow, however strong a man may be. He will shed tears when his heart is fragile. It is not he who asks, but it is the heart that makes tears come out as evidence of the tenderness of the heart itself.

*Op hearts. . .

Let him wipe your wounds

Let her potent smile as a lara eraser

Make her speech and laughter as solace

Let the sincerity of his eyes be your remedy

O heart. . .

I'll make his name for you

I will plant the seed of love just for her

I leave the longing to him no exception

Let yourself melt with his heart*

Slowly Fachri got up, he walked towards the bathroom. Wash the remaining tears. Berwudlu. To fulfill its pending obligations.

In his prayer Fachri asked for happiness for Clara who had become the angel of his heart. Ask that his wife's grief will be changed with happiness. Like him who got happiness after going through sadness in the past. And that happiness is Shafa Fikriatuz Zahra. His name is mentioned in the sacred promise of marriage.

Not to forget Fachri also chanted kalam that had become his routine before going to bed. After that he kissed Clara's forehead gently. Then lay down beside his wife. Hugging from behind the peaceful angel in his sleep.

There Fachri found peace of heart in Clara. He drifted in the beautiful strings of love that are now waving. It was as if he had the wind of love from the mahabbah.

The past is just the past. A time that will be a learning to step into the future. No need to forget it, make it a valuable experience.

Sometimes we need to look back (the past). Maybe there is still a beam of light that can lead us to a brighter path.

May our hearts always be filled with love from the most loving!

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