Life after life
Nasi Kotak Dawn
Ahmad returned to the city, after the business in Faiha village was finished. Preparation for the dawn box rice event has also been completed. Ahmad has also given up the rights to fully distribute the Nasi box at dawn tomorrow Friday to Pak Kyai Masjid. Ahmad also told Mr. Kyai to hide his identity
" Thank you Nak Ahmad, may Allah give blessings to Nak Ahmad's family" said Pak Kyai
" Aamiin, thank you Mr. Kyai" replied Ahmad
Ahmad said goodbye to Mr. Kyai, then went home to Dad to leave to return to the city. Mother has told Dad about the renovation of the house
Ahmad arrived at Mr. Dhe's house before Maghrib. Ahmad paid for the maghrib congregation first in Musolla before returning home.
Ahmad and Faiha got home before Isya'.
" Rest baby, you must be tired, right?" said Ahmad
" I've had enough rest at Mr. Dhe's house" said Faiha
Ahmad approached Faiha who was standing in front of the vanity mirror inside her room. Ahmad hugged her gently from behind.
" Dear, I miss" said Ahmad
Faiha held Ahmad's hand which was coiled around his body
" Patience bi" said Faiha
" How long is it?" ask Ahmad
" nifas can be 4-8 weeks bi, depending on ! everyone is different when " said Faiha
" it's only been ten days it's been years" Ahmad said, drowning his head in Faiha's neck
" From puberty to the age of 23 years aja strong, the time of just a month is not strong bi? " said Faiha
" Beda donk dear, at that time never knew how it felt" said Ahmad
" husttt.udah isya' tu bi" said Faiha closed Ahmad's lips with her index finger when she heard the sound of the Adhan from the Mosque.
" mmm...." Ahmad still has his position
" bi, to the mosque first there later if I sleep hug" said Faiha
Ahmad excitedly took off his embrace and flipped Faiha's body towards him
" yes it is true ! " say said Ahmad
Faiha nodded, Ahmad kissed his wife's forehead gently and then took off his hand.
" I went to the mosque first yes, Assalamu'alaikum" Ahmad said
Faiha nodded
" Wa'alaikum hail, bi hearted" Faiha replied
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The dawn box rice event in the village is realized. After the dawn prayer greetings Mr. Kyai took the microphone and announced the division of the Nasi Dawn box.
" To all the morning worshipers whom Allah has honored, I can take the mandate from someone to deliver his shodaqoh to all worshipers. We pray that he will be healthy and double his income. Please pilgrims take the parcels that are already outside to be brought home thanks" said Mr. Kyai
Mr. Kyai continued his dawn dhikr. The morning congregation that has finished dhikr left the mosque, and sure enough in the mosque foyer there is a white crackle lined up neatly. Each crackle consists of two boxes, one large and one smaller
" Alhamdulillah, morning can be sustenance" said Mother 1
" Who would think that shodaqoh this early" said Mother 2
" Whoever we pray that He is healthy and doubled his provision" said mother 3
" Aamiin" said Merwka all
The worshippers took one crackle each and brought it home.
" It's cathering instead of having Kiya's mbak in front of SD?" chirps mom 1
" Yes, surely Kiya knows this person" said mother 2
" Yes, yesterday had heard the heck said the city person "said 3
" When the day anyone sees a luxury car also stops there" said the mother of 4
" Maybe he's the one" said Mother 1
Mothers part ways because their homes are different directions.
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" Kiya's mother who cooked rice box this morning Kiya ma'am huh?" ask the mother who bought a side dish for lunch at Kiya's nursery
" Yes to Dhe, thank God. Is the cooking too salty, Dhe? " ask Kiya
" No mbak Kiya, the cuisine fit well steady mbak" said Mother
" Thank God that Dhe likes you" said Kiya
" But who sent it to the congregation? " say mother
Mbak Kiya just kept quiet because yesterday has promised not to tell the identity of Ahmad as a donor.
" People are so curious you who is the person who kindly sends rice boxes to worshipers. does Kiya know?" mother says
" I'm sorry Miss Dhe, I just met her man yesterday like the city Dhe" said Kiya
" Why he chose our village as the place of shodaqoh" said the mother
" Yes maybe because there is someone or his family who live here Ms. Dhe" Kiya said
" All we have to do is pray to God that his goodness will be repaid by God multiplied" Kiya said
" it must be Mbak Kiya, even though only got rice box people are already happy because of it and pray for anyone who serves rice box with a prayer of kindness" said Mother
" Thank God, Miss Dhe, I am also happy" Kiya said
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...The shodaqoh...
...You can be silent...
...It can also be bright...
...who can't...
...It's bright not to want Shodaqoh...
...Whatever treasure you infuse, Allah will surely take his place, and He is the best giver of sustenance." – QS. Saba’: 39th...
" Salent is not the same as mathematics which can be added, subtracted, divided and multiplied. Because that alms will be abundant and many times back to us "✔
" I'm cold, but I'm not rich.If I'm rich I'll give alms " ❌
" The Alms Rich Man is common". ✔
" Be an extraordinary person, one who is in need remains in alms " ✔
" For the real treasure we have is not the treasure we eat or store in savings but the treasure we infaqkan or give up "✔
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" Iqbal, bobok yuk yuk yuk yuk already late tomorrow wake up late morning lo" said Aulia persuaded Iqbal to go to sleep immediately because the time has shown at 9 pm.
" Iqbal wants to be read the story of mommy" said Iqbal
" Emmr...Well Mommy will read the fairy tale to Iqbal" said Aulia
Aulia walked towards the study table in Iqbal's room which contained a book of fairy tales. Aulia picked up a book and brought it to the edge of the child's bed
" Well mommy will read the hare's arrogant fairy tale" said Aulia
" No mommy ! " said Iqbal
" Lion and Rat? " say Aulia
" No ! " iqbal said, shaking his head steadily
" Ants and grasshoppers? The deer and the crocodile herd? " said Aulia flipped back the fairy tale book she held
" No ! No ! No !" Iqbal raised his right index finger to the right and to the left
Aulia who did not understand shrugged both of her shoulders looking at her little boy.
" Why? " ask Aulia
" Iqbal doesn't want that fairy tale ! " said Iqbal
" continue? what kind of fairy tale do you want?" ask Aulia
" Iqbal wants the story of a friend of the prophet who can be traced his story" said Iqbal
" Like Uwais's best friend, Billal's best friend, abdulrohman bin auf's best friend and mommy's other best friend ! " said Iqbal
"O Allah, do you deserve to be a mother? the story of the friend of the nabipun servant did not know and never read it "guman Aulia in his heart tight
Aulia became haru, looking at her little hero with great affection. Aulia stroked her son's hair gently
" Read the story tomorrow, now mommy bacain sholawat aja" said Aulia
" Can Mommy" said Iqbal prepared to listen to the chant sholawat the Mommy
Aulia chanted sholawat lullaby for the Child. When he was a baby almost every want to sleep Aulia chanted sholawat for Iqbal but since Iqbal was 2 years old he never did it again.
" May God show me the way to learn to draw closer to HIM. Children can be a place where we learn how to be real parents "Aulia mummy
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..."Allahumma sholli ala sayyidina muhammad"...
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