Last Pack Rice For Nabila
Have you lost the World's Empathy?

O Allah, it is sad and sad that Raga accepts their treatment; the people are all righteous. Even in places of worship, castes remain distinguished. Not wanting to be kicked out again, aware of the lack of self, Raga chose to sit on the last saf, even in the corner.

Sitting tepekur, suddenly remembered with Nabila. Oh God, don't let your sister experience the same thing. Enough he was treated as painful as that, not Nabila. He's just a kid who doesn't know caste differences yet.

Raga tries to calm down and focus on worship. But the rumour of the person beside him made his heart slice again.

"Liat, the clothes are so shabby. The scabbard is also torn."

"Yes, so shameless came to the mosque, mingled many people. It smells good too. Ih."

'Oh Allah, strengthen me.' Raga's heart trembled, slashed.

"You slide, I don't want to whack that guy, afraid of the smell of musty."

Astagfirulcica ....

Raga looked down inside. "O Allah, is it wrong for a servant who wants to worship by coming to Your house? Is it like I'm not worth coming to the mosque just because I don't have new clothes?" 

He recalls with Nabila. Grateful he managed to buy Nabila new clothes, so his sister may not experience the same thing.

The takbiran has changed with a short ultimatum. At that moment there was a new man coming and taking a seat beside Raga.

Raga can only pray in her heart. "O Allah, let me not be cast out again. There is no other place to pray." He's fretful.

"Sorry, yes, Dek, it's okay, isn't dad sitting here?"

Raga was a little stunned to get such a question. "Oh, no pa-pa, sir. No pa-pa." Until Raga answered him.

"Your seat is still loose, isn't it?"

"Still, Sir."

The father smiled shadyly, making Raga stunned. Of all humans, there is still one man who wants to glorify himself.

The last part is the infarction. The infak cans had reached the place of the father who was beside him, Raga accidentally saw the father put ten pieces of money a hundred thousand. Raga glared in disbelief. Really that much money for the infak of everything. Very generous of that guy.

He changed to see two thousand rupiahs clasped. Value that is not at all comparable. It was quite a mental shock to his heart. But he believed that God could see his ability and sincerity.

"Infak is seikhlas and all that it can be, Dek. Don't be afraid to look at others. Believe me, God knows everything."

Raga was surprised, seeing the father smiling, she smiled as well. "Em." He's nodding. Now, he did not hesitate to put money two thousand rupiah into the infak can. His intentions are sincere lillahitaala. 

Last time when they're done.

"Father of Commissioner General of Police Bagas Permana, how did you get the last saf? You should be in front of it," said one kyai shaking the hand of the father sitting next to Raga.

"I came last, Mr. Kyai, it's only natural to occupy the last saf."

Raga looked at Mr. Bagas with a puckered heart. It turned out that he was sitting next to a highly respected state servant. Even if he knew that earlier, maybe his heart was more inferior.

Raga. "I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid of getting your hands dirty." His voice was stifled and soft.

"Why is that?"

"I just found out you're a cop."

Not to be expected anymore, Mr. Bagas actually laughed. "I'm a policeman where I work, but here I'm just a servant of God who has the same opportunities as ordinary people."

Raga was even more surprised when Pak Pak Hugged her from the side. "We are the same, our degrees are the same. Here, only charity sets us apart." Patting Raga's shoulder.

If only everyone had such thoughts. So in the Masjid it won't be about caste differences.

As the last man to come out of the male portico, he immediately waited in front of the female section. His eyes were wary of seeing a child his younger brother's age, but Nabila's body was not yet visible from the reach of his eyes.

Suddenly there was a small pulling scabbard, and it was Nabila.

"Oh, Dek, I'm looking for you. You're out?"

"Once more, brother. Brother said, if we come at the beginning can saf first, but If told to move on, so sit last."

Nyepi. Raga's heart stings. God ... he thought only he got such treatment, it turns out Nabila was the same. Set aside.

"What are they talking about?" ask Raga. Were people also insulting and mocking his sister, like the most righteous people had treated him? Oh, he can't imagine it.

"They asked, Where are you? When I answered, there was no Amak. Keep telling them to move in the back corner."

Raga took a long breath. "Sholat in the last Saf section is not pa-pa, Dek, the main thing is the intention. Patience, yes, one day we can definitely occupy the first saf." while he looked for Nabila sandals that turned out to have been thrown very far. Maybe because Nabila sandals are ugly, they think the sandals are not worn and kicked until the distance there. 

"You know, Deck, Brother was also sitting on the last saf, but thank God he was sitting next to the police officer." Raga.

"Well, great. Big Brother's ambition also wants to be a cop, right?"

Raga reviews bitter smile. Now, even in wishful thinking he did not dare to have ideals as a police officer. Still surviving on leftover food is also worth being grateful for.

"Yes, just pray a miracle happens and Brother can be a cop."

"Aamiin's."

"Eh, Brother, when I was also sitting next to Doctor Ma'am. The guy's nice and gentle, just a Doctor's mom who doesn't scold you at all." 

Raga squinting. "So, were you scolded? Scolded who? How did they scold you?!" Chests rumbling. Really, if he's the one who's insulted and scolded, it doesn't matter. But Nabila? I don't think he accepted. It is wrong for such a small child to be treated harshly. "You lied to Brother?" his pedicab.

Nabila looked down and throbbed. "Sorry, Brother."

Raga immediately hugged Nabila with one tear drop that escaped just like that. There is no longer any sadness felt.

Here, Raga begins to hate the most righteous. The world's empathy for poor children like them is gone.