DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
GOD'S HANDS

“To think god is closet. Until no more limits for you to tell. Even just a wound you whisper, god will always smile and hug you to be warmth.”

(Hasan Al Bana)

I thought that God was so close that there was no limit to my telling, even if I had a wound, he would smile and embrace me warmly. What happened and the mystery of that time will answer, because the hands of God will open a disgrace about anyone who stores the carcass, even if stored neatly in the vault though, the, He is able to show the disgrace that is stored so tightly.

Like Amel who is so delicate and slick harbors his own disgrace, Allah shows and uncovers this secret veil, without having to go to Moguicheng, the mysterious city in China, or meditate on Mount Kawi just to beg on the supernatural for the sake of unmasking someone, my recipe is only do’a Kumayl, for me this is the language of the heart because God himself asks for us to do’a, “berdo’alah I undoubtedly grant.”And Ratib Alhaddad who continued to be my practice, in addition to Istikhara, Hajat and Tahajud prayers until finally through His hands managed to uncover all this.

The red mark on Amel's body was clearly not a regular bruise, his departure in the night of the ceremony which turned out to be a combination of romance with another man, that's what I got news from Ayu, Ayu, marriage certificate that fell when after I established the hajat prayer ,Istikharah and Dhuha. Prihal Ayu's arrival was so sudden and he turned out to buy my book just to find out my address and identity.

Until I finally witnessed the live scene of the incident that was waiting to step on my head as a husband and as well as a priest for my wife Amel.

And slander began to come to me, when I explained this incident all to the parents of Amel. He thinks I treat his daughter rough, likes to play hands and often cheats. Allah Karim! I don't know where the news came from. Apparently Amelyang told him all that and his cleverness he turned the facts upside down. I swear, this hand has no power to hit and even touch and treat Amel harshly.

This tongue is incapable of saying anything that could offend him, however bad Amel was, she is still my wife whom I chose by asking God for guidance, to be my companion. Not just based on lust alone, but I married not because I did not want to be left behind by train, when my peers already have sons and daughters, but I am engrossed in my world as a writer, after I finished writing, I don't know where I sent this script, I never know.

What led me to become a writer is definitely not a place to find wealth, even if there are books that sell in the market are also sustenance or consider as a bonus as a writer. Don't dream of being rich, just from selling a script. Although many young writers are hockey with their profession.

For me, I just intend this work that I make as my contribution to a civilization, which I am ashamed of just being a spectator. The rest of the reward bonus I was looking for, although it was too naive and seemed hypocritical if I did not need royalty, but for me to produce works that have spirit, he said, and being able to make people want to devour the work we made in a short time, it was enough to make me breathe a sigh of relief.

So there is no regret for those who have bought books that have been published. Because people in this country prefer to buy rice rather than having to spend money just to buy books, it's okay....

What is clear is that I have lost the star in my life, he who became my spirit and spirit during my work and work, should be the film that is in the process of developing this gift for him, if he is patient.

The dim was dim and lost the light that became the light of my path to climb the stairs, I was like walking in a long hallway and so dark, only to feel the wall that became the guide, and I was, don't know what's likely to happen later during my journey looking for a speck of light. The thorn that pierced the leg was probably let and I enjoyed the pain, the beast before me was powerless to resist. My eyes dark....

I need a solid body to lean on, I need soft hands that wipe away tears, I need a friend who wants to hear this story even if only can say, “sabar”, I need a friend who wants to hear this story even if you can only say it, which I myself cannot bear this heavy burden, Divine !!! If this is a stroke of fate, I accept even if I play the role of a poor man.

But I ask You not to leave me, do not God, guide me to be able to finish all this, until the end of the stage play that You are the Director. Scene after scene –nya I should be able to miss, and I was curious about every title that I would go through, which I feel will be wisdom and I myself will smile when rereading my life diary.

Like a man who is accustomed to riding a motorcycle, suddenly God opens his sustenance and he is given the opportunity to feel how comfortable it is to sit sweetly in the car, no need to feel the heat and heat of the sun, no longer, do not have to shiver waiting for dry clothes just because of rain.

That way, we will feel how to enjoy the struggle, and be more sensitive with ‘ the voice of the stomach of others’ because we have been hungry, because, and more tolerance when you see someone else who is so tired of pushing the bike, whether the tire is leaking or running out of gasoline, which obviously we will be more sensitive, he said, may we become grateful human beings, amiiin....

I tried to figure out how I should enjoy this wound, and become so great a wisdom to myself, and may it be a valuable lesson for all who have experienced how painful it is to be in my position, but everyone does have different levels of exams and trials, he said, but God's promise that the trials given to us are adjusted to the level and ability of a person. Out there, there are more suffering than us, more hurt than what we are currently experiencing.

These meteors occur because of the debris of a space object called a meteoroid, which enters the Earth's atmosphere at high speed. The size of meteors I know are generally only as big as a grain of sand, and almost all of them disintegrate before reaching the surface of the Earth. Flakes that reach the surface of the Earth are called meteorites. Meteor showers generally occur when the Earth crosses near the orbit of a comet and through its shale.

For those who think the shooting star is a moment to make a wish and do not be a place to ask for something other than Allah, and the devil tried to steal the knowledge of the secrets of the heavens and assumed that the falling metor was a phenomenon in which the demons chased angels for wanting to peek at what became God's secret.

And Allah Himself made the star the decoration of the heavens which Allah best preserved, as a provision of Him Who is Mighty and Knows with all things in the heavens.

Satan and the jinn want to peek at the secret of God alone can not, what else we are only human and do not have knowledge about it, and it is true that when the flock of Satan tries to know the (secret) sky, God finds it full of strong guardians and arrows of fire.

In the past they had or ever occupied a place in the sky just to hear the news about what God's decision was, but now who tries to listen (like that) will certainly find the fire arrows that lurk (to burn it). Allah is All-Knowing (with this care) what evil is desired for the people of the earth, or their Lord wills the good of a servant.

So, there is no need for me to be sad about what is the secret of God, not to be dear if I am stalked by the arrow of fire like the nation of demons and jinn who are trying to shake the kingdom of heaven. Not dreaming I want to find out about the Soul, Sustenance and Death which is already a secret of God.

Until finally Amel returned home, after a few weeks he left, my anger was dim swallowed by the look of his face that I always wait, always vividly drawn at bedtime, he asked me to rub his back and hair.

Did he come back just to feel and ask me to do the same thing before we parted? Ooh yes! At first glance I've heard Amelber said,” you have to learn to get used to without me.” What was marked at that time, he already had another man, until I just realized what had happened.

Yasudah, what happened let be a dull sheet of the past, with Amel back as it is now a well-marked one, he wants to be in my arms again. I've forgiven the mistake Julie made, and vice versa.

I greeted him with a smile, even though the way he entered had no ethics, his habit if he entered the house through the window, if I brought the key, he said, it's not important I'm glad he's coming into this house.

“I have contracted, so I mean go home do not ge-er-an just to take my clothes and goods.”

“I beg you not to go.”

“Don't force me, to be rude again to you. So don't ask me back.”

“I still love you, yank.” I tried to stop him from leaving the house and forced him to stay with me. Until finally Amel went up apitam, because of my attitude.

“Asal loh tauh Haidar, guaa already not love the same! Gua hope you understand, and there is nothing more to explain! Udaah cave to unplug!”

Amel broke through the street and threw my body down almost to fall, out of the delusion and the plan that was in my mind, even though I hoped Amel was back in my arms, and promised to work together to repair this torn and torn. But all was lost and gone from my grasp, like the sand that was lost in the palm of my hand.