HIDAYAH
8. Atonement

Love her first let me forget.

(Let author kayak kece JUSKELAPA)

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Two weeks passed after the tragedy of Rexona, which was shocking. But there is not one teacher who offends, maybe this problem does not reach the top, just on the surface.

The first hour is the religious lesson, Mr. Rosyad is the teacher who fills this lesson. Twice this subject has been going on, and every time he started it he always said sorry to me. And also asked me to wait outside during the subject hours. And it has become an agreement that every religious exam, I will be asked special questions, to fill my report score later.

I understand the meaning of Mr. Rosyad's apology, but this time I answered

"Tolerance to our fellow human beings is the way we value ourselves. I didn't mind religious education while I was in school. I just appreciate our differences sir."

This time it is about Repentance, where before the sun rises from the east the door is still open.

"There is a story from Andalusia, and make this a thing that you can take his silver. " Begin he preaches through a story.

One afternoon in 1525, the prison where the prisoners were silent gripped. General Adolf Roberto, the notorious prison leader, was inspecting every room of the prisoner.

Each jailer bowed his body low as the prison executioner passed in front of them. Because otherwise, the fanatical 'drown' shoes of Mr. Roberto would have landed on their faces.

Roberto was furious when from a prison room someone heard the voices of the Holy Scriptures that he hated so much.

"Hey... Stop your ugly voice! Stop it!!!" roberto shouted loudly as he widened his eyes.

But what happened? The man in the detention room was still humming solemnly. Roberto was more angry. The prison executioner approached the detention room which was no more than enough area for 1 person.

With arrogance he spit his saliva into the old face of the prisoner who was wrinkled only remains bone. Not satisfied there, he then ignited the face and the entire body of the old man with his cigarette lit.

It's magical, it doesn't sound a little sick. The prisoner's pale dry lips were very prestigious to shout the word obedience to the executioner, his dry lips only said softly, "Rabbi, wa-ana 'abduka."

The other prisoner who witnessed the savagery simultaneously acted as he said, "Patience O ustadz... God willing your place in heaven."

Seeing the persistence of the old man called ustadz by his fellow inmates, the 'prison executioner' intensified his anger. He ordered the prison officials to open the cell, and the old man's body was pulled hard to fall on the floor.

"O rotten old man! Don't you know, I don't like your ugly language?! I don't like anything related to your religion!"

Ustadz said, "Really... I longed for death so that I could soon find my beloved, Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala... For now I am at the height of happiness that I will soon meet Him, should I kneel to you, you rotten man? If I follow your will, of course I am a very stupid human being!"

Just as the words had come to a halt, Roberto's barrel-shoe had already landed on his face. The man staggered. Then he fell on the prison floor with a face covered in blood.

That was when, from the pocket of his shabby prison shirt, slid a 'little book'. Adolf Roberto intended to take it. But the hand of the Ustadz had first taken it and grasped it tightly.

"Give me the book, you stupid man!" snapped Roberto.

"It is forbidden for your disbelieving and sinful hands to touch this holy thing!" said the ustadz with a disdainful look at Roberto.

There was no other way, Roberto finally took the forced way to get the book. The two-kilogram barrel shoe he used to step on the fingers of the ustadz hand that had been weak. The sound of the cracking of broken bones sounded heart-shaking.

Not so for Roberto. The violent man instead felt proud to hear the crackling of the severed bones. Even the 'prison executioner' felt even more satisfied when he saw the drops of blood flowing from the fingers of his enemy that had been crushed.

After the old hand was helpless, Roberto picked up a small book that made him curious. Slowly Roberto opens the cover of a shabby book. Suddenly the executioner was pensive.

"I think I've known this book. But when? Yes, I've known this book," Roberto's inner voice wondered. Slowly Roberto opened the first page of the book.

The thirty-year-old grew surprised when he saw the "strange" writings in the book. I think he knew such writing before.

However, he had never seen it on Spanish soil. Finally Roberto sat down beside the ustadz who had breathed his last. The cruel face of the executioner is now covered with deep question marks.

Roberto's eyes were tightly shut. He tried hard to remember the events he experienced as a child. Slowly, the sketches of the past are drawn back in Roberto's memory. The young man remembered when one afternoon in his childhood there was a great commotion in the land of his birth.

That afternoon he saw a terrible event in the inquisition field (the site of the massacre of Muslims in Andalusia). There was a feast of blood and life. Thousands of innocent souls have fallen on Andalusia.

At the left end of the field, several tens of hijab-wearing women (hijabs) were hung on high-pitched iron poles. Their bodies hung in the strong afternoon breeze, making the clothes worn fluttering in the air.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the field hundreds of young Muslims were burned alive on the cross poles, simply for not wanting to enter the religion brought by the monks.

A handsome little boy, seven years old, that night still stood tall in the silent field of the Inquisition. The victims of that savagery have been martyred all.

The little boy shed his tears staring at the mother who was drooping weakly at the gallows. Slowly the boy approached the lifeless body of the ummi (mother), while ravishing his abaya.

The boy said in a raucous voice, "Ummi .. ummi. The day has night. Didn't ummi promise tonight to teach me again about alif, ba, ta, tsa ....? Ummi, hurry home ummi ..."

The little boy finally cried loudly, when the ummi did not answer his words. He was confused and scared, not knowing what to do. To go home, he did not know the direction.

Finally the boy shouted to his father, "Abi ... Abb ... Abbj ..."

But he immediately stopped screaming for the father when he remembered yesterday afternoon his father was dragged from the house by several people in uniform.

"Hey... Who are you?!" shouted the crowd of people who suddenly approached the boy.

"I, Ahmad Izzah, am waiting for Ummi" the boy replied, pleading for mercy.

"Well... What's your name, boy? Try repeat!" sniped one of them.

"I'm Ahmad Izzah." the boy replied rather groggyly.

Suddenly, "plaque!”. A slap landed on the boy's cheek.

"Hi boy...! Your face is good but your name is bad. I hate your name. Now I change your name with a good name. Your name is now 'Adolf Roberto' ... Watch out! Don't you say your ugly name again. If you say your old name again, I'll kill you!" threaten that man.

The boy grimaced in fear, while still shedding tears. The little boy only complied when the mob took him out of the Inquisition field. Finally, the handsome boy lived with them.

Roberto was aware of his long musings. The young man jumped towards the prisoner. As fast as lightning torn prison clothes attached to the body of the ustadz. He was looking for something in the man's belly button. When he finds a 'black mark' he yells hysterically, "Abi ... Abb ... Abbj ..."

He also cried loudly, like Ahmad Izzah before.

His mind was still struggling with his past. He still remembered very well, that the little book that was in his grasp was his father's Holy Book, which his father often brought and read when he wanted to put him to sleep.

He also remembered that his father had a 'black mark' on the navel.

The young man continued to roar and tightly hugged the weak old body. There seems to be a deep regret over his actions all this time. His decades-old tongue for Islam, then spontaneously called, "Abi .. I still remember alif, ba, ta, tsa ..."

Only that word remained in his mind.

The ustadz immediately opened his eyes when he felt a warm droplet drenching his face.

With a faint look he could still see the person who had tortured him all out, now hugging him. "Take me to the path that you have taken Abi, show me to that path .." Roberto's voice sounded clear.

The ustadz was setting his breath to speak, and he closed his eyes. Her tears also lashed. How not, if so many decades later, it turns out he still had time to meet his baby, in this place. It doesn't make any sense. This is merely a proof of the greatness of God.

After finishing the message the ustadz breathed his last with a beautiful word, "Asyhadu an-laa Ilaaha illallah, wa asyhadu anna Muhammadan Rasullullah ...'.

He went to see his Lord with a smile, after a long struggle on this mortal earth.

Later then..

Ahmad Izzah studied Islam with earnestness, until finally he became a piety in Egypt. His whole life was devoted to Islam, in exchange for the paganism he had in his youth. Many young Muslims from all over the world studied with him. He ... "Al - Ustadz Ahmad Izzah Al - Andalusy".

"Face your face straight to the religion of Allah, and remain true to the nature of Allah, who created man according to his nature. There is no change in the nature of God. It is a straight religion, but most people do not know." (QS. Ar Rum {30}:30)

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With tears in her eyes, she ended her story. Other students were swept away, and almost all the students cried, including me. Like I was in that story. I felt the sadness of that little boy.

"Well children, from this story does not mean you can do arbitrarily, then you plan to repent later. Don'tdon't. Because what? Because we don't know how long we're gonna be. " Aided by the sound of the break bell, Mr. Rosyadpun closed his class with a prayer.

After the lesson ended, we rushed home. Today I was in contact with Susi, because my bicycle tire was leaking.

But until the middle of the road Doni who hugged me, because Susi was about to go to the store building materials. He just remembered his mother told him to buy cement ecer.

"Where are your religious lessons, no obstacles." Tanya Doni broke the mood.

"As long as I can follow. But from the beginning, I've been asked to wait outside for fear of offending" he said."

"Yes if you feel uncomfortable just wait outside, anyways you can dispense the value.?"

"So long is still okay, even I was touched by the story he brought. Moreover, this morning's lesson, I was crying lo mas. Shadow that story. Even in the story, bring a monk loo. At that time the religion brought was Budda if not wrong."

Arriving home, I asked Doni to stop by first but he refused, because he had not prayed dzuhur. He rushed home.

"The door is also locked to where everyone is." Gumanku. Then I sat down on the house. Shortly afterwards there was Mbak Isa thrusting the key of the house and said that all the hospital because Brother Yunar had broken the membranes

" You don't have to panic, just wait at home until they come." Advice Ma'am Isa my front neighbor.

I thank you before Ma'am Isa leaves. I threw my body into the living room's soft sofa.

"Nin woke up, it was late afternoon. You haven't changed your clothes." I heard Bang Tito's voice wake me up.

"Gimana Bang, already lair, what kind of guy girl, you where kok brother alone." My barrage of questions.

"Cowok Nin, I'll be home tomorrow. Brother wants to follow you. Make a change of guard, Kasian Mama. Night duty brother. You take a shower and you're ready. Bring a change of clothes. Tomorrow, brother, ask your school permission. Make help at home, Mama wants Brokoan directly."

Brokoan is a thanksgiving by distributing rice to nearby neighbors. Usually only contains rice, urethral foreskin, side dishes according to the bag.

Arriving at the maternity home, I saw Bang Tito's parents who had been sitting sweetly in the treatment room. While holding a little red baby.

"To, your son's been deceived."

"Already Ma, it was after being bathed." Answer's short. My mother was tidying up Ka Yunar's dirty old maternity clothes. Then my mother called Brother "To, this is all you have to clean yourself and buried ya, do not forget to read the prayer, continue to be written so that your son is smart."

My mother is a strong kejawen scholar, and Bang Tito just nodded his head. Often I know Bang Tito never did mama's orders. Maybe it was not in accordance with his beliefs, but Bang Tito never commented or denied all my Mama's remarks.

"Cie who's a mother, doesn't it hurt, sister.?" My god. Brother Yunar did not answer, he even grimaced in pain when the little baby began to suckle.

"Lo Kak, what a cry." Everyone looked at me because of my screams.

"It hurts, his tongue is so sharp." Answer while sobbing.

"Patience long ago will get used to it, this tongue is still sharp. Later if the wound, ask for a safe saleb medicine." Bang Tito's mother explained.

While Bang Tito just rubbed the head of his wife calming.

"I went home with my mom first. The bersihin ari. Before I go to work, I stop by. I'll buy you your favorite egg later. All I bring date milk for a mood booster asi, want ?" Just a nod that Brother Yunar did.

"Nduk will want to go straight to him" asked Kak Yunar's in-law

"Not yet to know Ma, we have not discussed . Maybe yes, said Abang do not want to bear debt. Mumpung no fortune, do not want to procrastinate."

"Oh yeah, better to be quickened "

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The next day, I was completely truant but allowed hahaha. Enjoy this Saturday without any subjects. At 8 more doctor visits, and later in the afternoon everyone has gone home. Because Brother Yunar has to spend the rest of the infusion .

The baby is no longer separated. But always be in the treatment room in the box .

Her cute face resembles that of the late father if I pay attention. My chest is pounding and I miss him. I don't feel my tears dripping. Immediately I smooth so that Brother Yunar does not contract.

In the afternoon, we all rushed home after the administrative business was over. We all boarded the car of Brother Yunar's father-in-law. I'm busy carrying the bag and the paraphernalia. Brother Yunar was also busy walking limped with stagen and octopus wrapped around his stomach.

At home there are many neighbors gathered to welcome the arrival of a new member of my family.

Arriving at home I went to my room and I found Carens sitting at my study desk looking at my childhood photo album.

"Ngapain Brother in my room, I politely know. Anyway I'm glad my room's been entered by a stranger." I firmly with my chest rumbling to see my stuff being touched without permission.

"So all this time you thought I was a stranger, Nin."

"Well, if you open a stranger, you're not a relative either."

"But we're this betrothed from little Nin. "

"That's just a joke of our parents, where we were still cute first, now I ask Kaka out of my room, I want to change clothes." My orders with a subtle voice.

"Oh yes Brother, next time never enter my personal realm, I don't like." In a soft voice I said as Carens was at the doorway about to exit.

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"Sin that makes you sad and sorry is more favored by God than good works that make you arrogant."

Ali ibn Abi Talib

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