HABIBI QOLBI
Chapter 6 This is Me, the truth..
If a death is a red traffic light, then God is showing me a yellow light, a sign of caution. I don't know when I die, when Raqib Atib is tired of writing my sin notes piled up. However, the shadow of the dream is not meditkpun lost from memory. For days I have harbored a calamity, opened up a past that is just a lot of sin.I just realized, my lack of so much makes a reason in my life to stay away from His commandments. Since reality silenced all
my ideals and desires, ever since Brother died, it feels like my hatred of God who cornered me continues to erode my faith in Him. I rarely pray, rarely do charity, even
Al-Qur’an began to weathered untouched. If you know, I used to always buy trophies in Tartil Al-Qur’an race. Iqlab, Idgham Bighunnah, can be called my daily food. Plus now I go to college outside the city, away from my parents, making my daily life full of color with my craziness in the world of shopping, playing games and so on.
Now that the question arises, what if I die still in a dirty state? Would God accept me? What can I answer when munkar and nakir, ask “Who is your Lord?” can this hand answer it, while in the world I often forget to God.”Who's Nabimu?” can I pronounce the name of the Prophet Muhammad, while in my own life I rarely follow his orders. Will the Apostle accept me into his family? truly, never expect to be a member of the Apostle's house if it is still in me that I am bound to pride, pride, and error.
Everything was answered already, that the dream was a warning from God to me. I don't know if if if I fix everything, God will accept me or not. However, the path I took right now was wrong. I want to fix it before the red light stops this breath in the world.
***
Square nameplate made of plywood plastered in front of the old building painted green. Sentence reads ‘Pondok Pesantren Mutua’allimin’, greet my arrival. This boarding school, is my choice to seek knowledge
religion. Its location in the middle of the city of Yogyakarta, and not far from my campus makes me more convinced. Moreover, Pondok Pesantren Mutua’allimin is one of the pesantren with famous clerical figures will
scientific and exemplary, of course santri here get quality lessons.
By saying bassmalah, I convinced the intention and met Nyai Fatimah or the owner of the boarding school Complex R (south block). I explained my purpose and purpose in facing him. With a backpack and some cardboard that I brought, it seems that he already knew the meaning of my arrival. Not much he said, other than advice about hard – fun to be a santri. Not long after, by the manager I was ushered inside
chamber.
“This is your room, which is in the corner, he is named Zaira from Kalimantan, who beside him, Arum Oktaviani from Sumatra,” said the board of pesantren. The people he called his name smiled at me. I introduced myself too.
Room size 3X3 should be filled with 5 people but only filled with 2, Arum and Zaira. with a floor mattress that is quite three people and a small closet. Very crowded, especially if the night comes, guaranteed to be hot. But nothing, maybe there will be wisdom from this restroom’ I think positive.
The first day went with stiffness. I was more silent, and I was standing in the corner of the room. When the evening meal came, I was astonished by the behavior of my roommate. We get food rations with a small portion, 3 slices of tempeh and a little white rice served food. Really, just looking at it, makes me no appetite. However, Zaira and Arum ate the food voraciously. Even when Zaira had a cracker, they were flattened. Their faces look grateful.
“Are you guys full, with that kind of food?” manya curious.
be grateful for the favor God has given us, ” replied Zaira. I was silent, how beautiful their thinking was.
After eating, the sound of Adzan reverberated. All the santri hurried to take the wudlu and
go to the mosque. Wisdom and beautiful, the chanting of God's asthma, echoed
roomable. Both hands rested in front of the chest, the prayer strands were guided by the priest
“Our Lord! Forgive our sins, our parents, our elders, our teachers, those who have rights over us, and all Muslims. Protect us all from the fires of hell, and make
we are obedient people to our leader.”.
Worship here, just hundreds. But the prayers offered are not for themselves, but for the millions of Muslims who exist, wherever they are. Praying for each other, not knowing its origins, prayer fell through space and time, across borders, braved the wind, prayer will reach all Muslims.
***
A month went by, I had many experiences. Adapting to the cottage is easier than when on campus. An open, friendly attitude, and a smile that is not left behind by the students, makes me not afraid when greeting. Even I was amazed again with tolerance and mutual respect applied. In one floor consists of 30 people who of course come from various corners of the country. Customs and customs and customs
what they bring, becomes diversity here. There are many different languages. However, that difference does not necessarily make a split but rather a science to appreciate.
Mutual respect and the inescapable past of the santri makes everything look the same. There's nothing different. Want new or old santri. Not knowing seniority. They treat him the same. I remember what Gus Labib said in “And Allah's lesson that unites the hearts of the servants of faith. Even if you spend the whole earth treasury to bind their hearts, you will not be able to gather their hearts. But it is Allah who has united them.” (Q. S. Al - Anfaal 63
This is Aisyah who is currently the Assistant Lecturer, assessed by a Gus Hafiz son of Pak Kyai. It is still appropriate that he be with a man who is holy his moral character. Al-Qur's memorizing men’an
Qiroah Sab’ah, the successor of Lasem Pesantren. This is Aisyah who tries to improve herself, closing her dark time. The science in the pesantren is nothing. When the other santri had memorized the yellow book, he had just spelled shorof and jurumiyah. Is there anything special about an Aisha? Let God answer it.