DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
In A Good Place, Not Surely Good
A pair of Mandar birds so agilely jumped on each branch on the edge of the dam right behind the residence of Haji Usman who was none other than my future father-in-law. The greeting they are so soothing, especially Mamah who I have always known close on the phone and SMS only, now greeting and warm welcome I feel, I feel,
likewise with Papah even though it looks to have entered the age of twilight, but
his life spirit is still high.
Yesterday when we arrived, just a little talk about the trip was enough
exhausting, the rest we advised them to rest.
This morning was feeling fresh, after eating breakfast that Mamah had prepared, by noon Amel wanted to take us around the city known as pempeknya. The bridge of Ampera and the banks of the Musi river are proof of the story that I once stood on the earth of these Islamic Merchants.
Although the current is swift, but so beautiful and dashing Ampera bridge divides the river. This bridge is what dropped two regions ”Seberang Ulu and Seberang Ilir”, although this idea has existed since the time of Gemeente Palembang, in 1906.
When the office of Mayor of Palembang was held by Le Cocq de Ville, in 1924, this idea was re-emerged and made many efforts to realize it.
However, until Le Cocq's tenure ended, even when the Dutch left Indonesia, the project was never completed.
Like Ijab and qabul which I will soon recite, this is the bridge that will be
to put down two differences, and this is the proof of the validity of love that is no longer forbidden.
The shirat that will give me a way is able to pass through the bastard, the bridge that stretches over the back of Hell as the only way to the jannah of God.
Well, heaven in the world and heaven in the hereafter, if I am not able to walk the way, then be prepared this self will slip in the abyss of hell that will devour my whole body until it is not left, it is destroyed and grows back for a long time.
The sun nailed us right at the end of the head, stinging the heat of the shadow was right standing at the center of the body from the tip of the head to the soles of the feet. In a moment
dzuhur time will arrive, Vicky looks busy with his gadget.
“Pe,Rudi wants to come here. He wants to meet us at the Grand Mosque, he said the bridge of Ampera as well, we pray Dzuhur while waiting for him to come.”
Counting enjoying the atmosphere of Palembang, we also choose to walk, although quite far but if along the way both prospective wives hope the world stops
turn around for a moment, so the time feels longer.
From the Ampera bridge we walk through the 16-lir market that characterizes the city
this, although just like the market in general, the only difference is the atmosphere of the market that is so close to the Musi River, m for me this is a step view
and I will miss this kind of atmosphere one day, the rumbling sounds and the back and forth of the boats that cut the river, the food invaders offer in their own way, there are those who shout to mention the cuisine menu they provide, there are also waiters who look beautiful to seduce street users to be willing to stop by their places to eat.
Splitting the road, we searched one by one the buildings that look old, these eyes are not
ceaselessly continue to look at every merchandise they offer.
Really, susana here like in Malioboro that forces us to miss the typical
the area they're offering, I don't know when I can come back.
As usual, we took some pictures and these were the good times when Amel loved me so much, the girl's fingers kept on leading and as if afraid of losing me.
“Rabbi, don't you erase good times like this until we get older and
memapah we staring at dusk.” This heart can only pray, may it represent
my gratitude.
Not far from the 16 llir market, right in the middle of the city, the waterfall looks so carefree dancing, as if welcoming the arrival of a pair of lovers who are just deep
a few more days will be in his qabul, declaring themselves to
life – semati, Vicky who came with us looks cool with his camera and mobile phone –nya who continue to capture the interesting side of this city.
On the right side of the road, there is already a large gate so sturdy the building, standing majestically on a stretch of land covering ± 15,400 m2. As if not want to lose the atmosphere, this mosque also faces the Musi River. Each lip of the building is surrounded by a fence and on the west, east, and south sides of the courtyard there is an entrance to the mosque courtyard.
It seems like a cultural influence
China, this is visible from the roof of the three-story overlap and the top is in the form of a pyramid with jural decoration, and the mosque is in the form of flower buds.
“This is our Great Mosque, no different from Istiqlal which characterizes Jakarta.” Amel suddenly became a guide for us. Indeed along the way so eagerly he explained whatever was my question, and exactly he explained it.
Not imaginary with me in Jakarta, which might be able to explain some information about the Capital and other places of interest. Although Amel himself may not need to ask for my explanation about it all, because indeed he grew up there, only a few years since entering college he lived in Palembang.
Fitting, lapse a few minutes until the sound of Adzan Dzuhur so beautiful
heard and I made sure that the muezzin here is not just anyone, this is
sounds so regular and so noticed once makhorijul his letters.
And I'm sure, from the way he chanted the Adhan he certainly understood how to read
and put a sound that is often called qiraat sab’a.
The nyees! Like being showered by rain when thirst runs in the middle of the desert, the sound of the muezzin is like having its own charm. Me, Amel and Vicky immediately took the water to refresh the prayer for hours’ah after that we continue to enjoy the atmosphere of the city known as the guesthouse athlete, Hambalang.
After praying, our plan back to market llir 16 there is a Mamah deposit
the Amel forgot to buy. But this time Vicky chose to take a break and wait
in Ashar time, we continued our journey. Because the heat was unnatural, Amel asked to use a rickshaw. Vehicles
who was not in Jakarta, seduced me to remember the time
school used to be, often times Mamah and I went home hitchhiking Bang's rickshaw
Jayadi, a rickshawman who has become a subscription to Mamah.
We sat side by side, paddling the middle-aged man and pedaling even though I knew he was tired, but the father understood the consequences of work
which he chose.
At first glance on Amel's right arm visible scars that imprint, rather than no material talk Amel explained, that the wound was a defect left by his ex-girlfriend, Uwis.
Men of Japanese and Jakarta blood, alumnus of private universities are omitted
We were not too long in the market because it was easy to find goods that Mamah tipped and did not feel already wanted ahead of Ashar, when we arrived at the mosque.
There's still half an hour left, which we use to enjoy the atmosphere
Great Mosque. And a couple of times we called Vicky and it turned out to be me
surprised by the presence of Rudiansyah Hambali, our friend in Jakarta he was original
‘Wong Kito Galo’ and scavenge sustenance in Jakarta as staff in one of
property development company.
But there was something strange about his face, his eyes were bandaged, not wound
lightly seemed.
“Rai are you doing?” I also learned a little bit of Palembang from Amel.
“Accident.” Rudi answered from a distance.
“This time for a while, we eat durian ice cream!!” Reply while shouting and yelling
a glass of ice cream.
“Nanggung, soon Ashar.” “Oooh, yowis.”
Rudy and Vicky chose to pray Ashar, while I tried to tidy things up
our groceries while enjoying the lush trees and a glass of ice cream, I deliberately postpone my prayer because there is little work that does not take long, at least only 10-15 minutes, after that, Amel and I took turns praying.
Emerging from the mouth of the large door leaf Vicky and Rudy, the building of the mosque was like
the 1001 night country story is similar to the Baghdad palace, its floors are made of
the marble is large and the gate of the door is so gallant it stands in pattern
carvings and they look small, to the extent that I myself am confused every time passing through the entrance and exit is different, so vast this mosque.
Loh, how come they didn't meet me instead went towards the mosque security post, what's up
this one? And the look on their faces was so panicked, what was it? I approached them and rushed to the security post which was guarded by only one security person. After giving a written self-identity, the two just explained the chronology of the incident.
“What's missing?” Ask the man in the dark blue uniform.
“Tas small in it there are 3 mobile phones, power bank and wallet.”
The security hand that I saw in his – name text called Ridwan Rashidi continues to record in the book of reports of loss. And I saw it turns out this mosque keeps a criminal record that is enough to make the eyes flabbergasted.
“And one more pack, my flip-flops are gone too.”
Unmitigated not only the bag, cellphone and wallet are missing but the flip-flops have Vicky also taken by the thief.
It is clear now why there was never a piano and an acoustic instrument in the mosque, unlike in places of worship belonging to other religions. Oh, it turns out let alone the piano and guitar that are placed in the mosque, after all, flip flops can be lost anything else
if in the mosque there are pianos, organs and musical instruments, they can be wiped clean with them.
After being given a letter of loss, we left the great mosque and returned to the
amelia's house this time was delivered by Rudy and his sister who did bring a car, Amel also asked to be escorted to take a package
cream face.
Approaching Maghrib time we have arrived at the residence of Amel's parents, by telling a story that is not pleasant to share.
Sayup heard adhan maghrib reverberate, unlike the sound of the adhan in the Great Mosque, this time his voice made itchy ears and in my small heart
ask,” where is her teenage son? Old people who have been left
adzan, or maybe the mosque here is like a mosque in Jakarta, where
seniority still holds operational control of the mosque, including who becomes
bilal, the average of all parents who do not want to be replaced.”
“Boy, we go to the mosque yuk?” Take me to Vicky.
“Okayaah! Goodwill people should lose things in the mosque.” Jokey
It was Vicky who made me laugh, remembering the two moments we had in Palembang.
First, while on the way to Palembang, we had wanted to be left by bus, he said,
just because we prayed for a while, and without shoes I ran after the bus and shouted, “ mas, my friend is still praying, just one more moment! Wait a minute.” It felt like I wanted to question the religion of the driver, who was cursory to a Muslim and strangely during the trip none of the passengers were praying while in the rest area.
In the bus Vicky nyeleletuk,”kalo sampe cave left this same car, means god really-bener heart, really want to squirm cave miserable.” Well, it's Vicky's style when joking, but it's just an ordinary joke, since decades I've known him, only this time I've seen his change so far away, from those who do not know Sampi prayer finally diligently pray berjama’ah and can not be separated from five times.
And the second incident that he experienced, really apes mobile phone, bag, wallet until his flip-flops were lost in the mosque, and naturally if he grumbled, “
God is so nosy?!” It was indeed like that style of her making out, without her noticing.
"I am according to My servant's prejudice to Me, and I will be with him as long as he
remembering Me. If he remembers Me in him, I will remember him
in Me, if he remembers Me in a group of people then I will
remember it in a group better and better than him.
If he draws near to Me an inch, then I will draw near to Him one cubit, if he draws near to Me one cubit, then I will draw near to him one fathom, and if he comes to Me with
walk then I'll come to him by running." It is the word of Allah in the hadith of Qudsi narrated by Bukhari and Muslim.
Be kind to Allah....