A Little Hope For Ashma
Prologues

Under the bright moon, Ashma's brown eyes were round like a child who had just gotten a toy, she was so amazed at the beauty and majesty of the almighty creation.

"Subhanallah."

Ashma remembered her Grandmother who was far away in Palestine, sometimes worried also about the age of the Grandmother who was getting older and Ashma was not on her side.

"Why Uncle Amith did not contact or give any news. I'm really worried about Grandma." Mumbled fretting.

2 Months ago Ashma went to Palestine to meet with her Grandma. He was so dilemma that again when his foot climbed the land of Palestine Ashma even found news that his Grandmother was rushed to the hospital.

One week there Ashma accompanied the Grandmother until her condition gradually improved, but Ashma also had to receive bad news from Indonesia. His mother intended to end his life, it was the second time Ashma heard the painful news that incited his heart.

Layla, Ashma's biological mother, experienced severe stress because of the death of Gazzi, Ashma's father 8 years ago. He died trying to save a young girl on the western edge of Palestine, missiles dropped by Israel took many casualties and Ashma's father was one of them.

Given the difficult times Ashma can only wipe the chest and continue to beristighfar. Ashma is very fond of his father, he who does not want to make his mother more hurt is actually just pretending to be strong, even though Ashma himself suffered greatly for the loss of his father.

Ashma could do nothing but sincerely accept all the provisions of Allah. Although deep in his heart he did not have the heart to see his mother's condition getting worse.

Her mother's extended family saw Ashma take care of Layla for three years even after she graduated from high school, so they decided not to suffer. Ashma must go to study, she must pursue her dreams and ideals.

It is not the intention of the heart to become a priest, but the mother's family urged Ashma to focus on education, she must continue higher school again.

Layla Ashma's mother, a family in Indonesia who will take care of her and Ashma has no other way out other than really with a heavy heart leaving her mother to go to study in the city of people.

Time rolled so fast, after five years Ashma returned home from his chain and decided to settle down to take care of his mother who again at all still no change.

Ashma has graduated with a nursing degree, even she is on duty in the clinic around where she lives now.

Ashma sometimes feels tired and wants to give up, but she is always reminded that her mother's struggle at birth is far greater than her current obligations, even still spelled out nothing.

"ASHMAS... " Familiar screams make Ashma wake up from her daydream. He ran up the stairs to the second floor of his house.

Opening the door in a hurry Ashma found Aunt Sekar crying hysterically while holding me Mother whose mouth was already filled with foam.

"Oh God's mother... " Ashma screamed hysterically, not expecting her disappearance ten minutes ago to bring disaster to her mother.

"Mothers... " Ashma cried while patting her mother's cheek gently. Layla's hands were so cold, as an Ashma nurse knew what she was supposed to do, but Ashma felt pessimistic at the sight of her mother's face being so pale. Ashma's hand shook violently, she was afraid that her mother would leave.

"Defend me mom. For Ashma, please hold on."

Aunty Sekar was in touch with her husband to quickly go home to help bring Layla to be rushed to the hospital, this large house is deserted residents because they are all attending a brother's wedding in Mojokerto.

Ashma does as much first aid as possible.

Auntie Sekar nodded, they both carried Layla's limp body to be rushed to the hospital, there was no time for them to wait for her family's help which might not arrive within 10 minutes.

At the hospital, Ashma can't wait for the door to open and the doctor says that her mother is fine. But when the IGD door opened Ashma became afraid because her gut was saying something else.

Doctor Gilang friend and co-worker who handled Mother Ashma patted her shoulder slowly, Ashma really already felt bad.

"Inallahi. Your mother has chosen a path like this. The strong one, Ashma. May Allah forgive your Mother and give her a beautiful place." Said Dr. Gilang, one of his acquaintance doctors.

"Doctor Gilang gausah joked with me," feeling disbelief Ashma chuckled lightly. Doctor Gilang once again told him slowly that his mother Ashma had died.

The difficulty of his time made Ashma really feel excruciating pain. After the death of his beloved father again he had to face the fact that Mother had gone home.

"Ashma has killed Mother bi, the evil Ashma." Ashma blames herself, leaving her mother only to calm herself down but instead the calamity she gets.

Aunt Sekar shook her head strongly, she wiped the tears on Ashma's cheeks so gently. Ashma even to the floor felt his powerless body.

"It's not your fault, baby. Your own mother has chosen to give up, "Ashma could not help but endure the pain and tightness in her chest, she beat him so hard.

"Bi pain, tightness." Aunt Sekar calms Ashma who continues to hurt herself.

"Ashma don't hurt yourself, baby..." Aunt Sekar hugged Ashma so strongly to appease Ashma.

Large families have been contacted even Gazzi's mother, Ashma's grandmother in Palestine, the family there was so shocked to hear this sad news as well as shocking.

Doctor Gilang felt sorry to see Ashma, the girl really looked devastated. Doctor Gilang never saw Ashma as bad as this. But he would do the same if there is an Ashma position, when the mother who gave birth to him has passed away even in a tragic way like this.

This is a bitter time for Ashma, after Dad left, Mom followed and Ashma was alone with wounds that had not healed.

Ashma was once again completely devastated, though,

for his increasingly fragile soul Ashma could only plead frailly and cry on each of his prostrations asking to be refreshed again, given a sincere heart and given his instructions.

What kind of beautiful destiny did God promise Ashma later, after various storms will there be beauty after? That's what Ashma always has in dialogue with himself.

"My heart melts from loss, Rabbi. Thou shalt not forsake this servant of many sins, Godi, for it is more painful than to lose his love for man in my Lord.

And so great is your affection and love, O Lord, that you may never be disappointed in me. O my Lord, then lead me as a man who is more grateful for your provision and Your pleasure."

That night he had a romantic dialogue with the Creator. Ashma poured out everything, spilling into one on the prayer mat under the auspices of God's great love.