MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
EPISODE FOURTY EIGHT
Ali Akbar returned to his estate at six in the morning. After following the cult and sholawatan with several pilgrims who are the majority of elderly.
Ali was also sad because he did not see young men who were his age or who were adults around the age of 30-40 years praying congregation in the mosque.
Remembering his old self. Just like the men he has in his mind.
Ali rarely prayed in mosques. Especially the dawn prayer.
Although his mother repeatedly hit his pant+t with a broomstick and sometimes even dragging the ears to pull the long fur of his feet, Ali rarely woke up according to his mother.
Now he really misses the treatment of his mother who Ali used to always consider as a cruel parent more than the cruel stepmother.
The mosque is magnificent, luxurious with beautiful marble floors but there are only a few worshipers who are not even up to two saf full rows. It's so terribly sliced. Making Ali chest tightness accept this reality.
But how else. This is the world today. Good in the village especially in the big city. All humans are busy racing for their world. Not hereafter.
Assembly empty springing. Even if there are many, filled with humans who like to pride themselves with their Faith which is considered much thicker than other humans.
Dressed in white as if symbolizing his clean heart even though he likes to forgive other servants of God just because it is not a channel.
Hhh...
Ali unlocked the lock on the gate.
For days He left the big house. Even now Ali misses Mr. Satan, Miss Susannah, Keti and also Mr. Toha Kadus this village.
Ali, who was an introvert who was indifferent with all circumstances, now began to feel sadness and loneliness and need friends who are usually always there to support him so far.
The first place Ali went to was the pool of water that he had just realized that the flow was so clear, cold and soothing it never stopped.
He immediately undressed and went into the pool.
Memories with Black instantly flashed in his head. Ali missed all those times.
With a sad heart, Ali rolled her gaze around the room.
Silent, lonely, no friends.
What to use a large house with expensive furniture. Just sweetening the view, but it does not mean the heart.
Ali rendevous his past in the Capital.
Remembering one by one the beautiful moments that used to be worthless for him, now it is precisely the memories that most want him to repeat.
His childhood was peaceful.
It is beautiful without burden and has not had many thoughts other than crying, sulking at parents because of pocket money that is not as expected.
Playing as much as possible in the field which was at that time the most exciting open space because a few years later the field changed its function into a building. And Ali with friends must rent a building that remains transformed into a closed space where playing futsal.
Miris, but still more mending because it can be a joint venture to pay rent space to play limited football that can be played by five people including goalkeepers.
Now, as he grew older, his brain was filled with a heavy burden. One of them is thinking about the future and the cost of living.
Thinking about how to make money for tomorrow and what steps to take in order to move forward in the future is not just living to fill a hungry stomach. The adult world is scary.
If time could be replayed, then,
Suppose life can be turned into a child again,
Suddenly Ali was dumbstruck and pondered deeply.
Ali swam slightly towards the head of the spring. Picked both of his palms together and sipped clear water that was so clear it entered his dry esophagus.
This is life. God is Oft-Regulatory. God is Almighty. And God is All-Willful.
The life of man has been arranged by the Creator. Since He is still a fetus in the womb, until finally born into the world and grew from baby to adult, all there are phases.
Ali now realized that he had to be sincere and breastfed to accept the reality of life that continues to run and develop.
It is impossible to stay still in place.
It is impossible to continue with children.
There can be no progress or change.
Every human being has a time to change.
Become more mature and wise. Becoming more aware of what it means to live in this world.
In the end, it all depends on time.
It depends on the time when a human being is able to understand himself.
Not with age growing.
Not the longer he lived in the world.
Nope.
But when man realizes the power of God above all else. And the Lord is All-Good, and will not continually test His people beyond their means.
It's not about age.
But it's about the true meaning of truth.
When humans are at the nadir point. After tired of trying even to sweat a lot and tears, just leave a high level of fatigue. Living the life God arranged for her.
No longer against destiny.
No more disfiguring fate.
For the best of man, it is he who is able to accept the qodo and qodar that God has given him without judgment let alone blame God.
He opened the door of the closet containing the magic mirror.
The mirror was really in front of him. Reflecting on the silhouette of her standing self-reinforced with eyes staring at herself blankly.
"What else do I want? Do I want to change my destiny? Re-establish my parents? My friend Word, or Keti who is said to be my companion in the future? Will I live happily in the end? Is that what I've wanted all this time? Suppose I could choose, could I be destined to be born of another parent? Who is rich and has the power to live on the praise of many people? Is that the definition of happy living?"
Ali muttered to himself.
He is no longer as enthusiastic as he once was.
Only Ali realized. Today is April 20th. Twenty years ago he was born to a great woman.
Ali felt a deep sadness.
Twenty years old, living a kara because his Mother Father had died when he wanted seventeen years old.
His heart was like a knife. It hurts but he can accept his destiny now.
God has other plans for his life.
Next month, next year or maybe ten years later.
Ali doesn't know. How will he be.
Now he's just trying to stand on his own feet. Stand straight with your head up.
Life is a struggle. Never forget that. Even to the death, every human being is still fighting. Struggling against himself will be disbelieving in the greatness of God and kufr favors, or more wise and more uplifting. For the promise of Allah in the Qur'an of Abraham verse 7 reads: (Remember) when your Lord declares, "Verily if you are grateful, I will add (merciful) to you, but if you deny (my mercy), My punishment is very severe."
Ali closed the closet door again until the magic mirror was safely back in place.
Now he steps out. Back to the pool, then wudhu then up the stairs of the attic go to the reading room Eyangnya upstairs.
The morning sunlight entered through his untangled glass window.
Ali opened the key slot and pushed out the window glass so that fresh air immediately filled his respiratory cavity.
"Subhanallah... Most Holy of God who has created all the beauty of this world!" murmured Ali whose heart was now filled with a piling of gratitude.
Thanks be to Allah, for until this moment he is still given life.
Thankful for still having a big place to live.
Gratitude because he was not in a state of hunger and cold despite not eating for days.
Gratitude because his brain is still given sanity and patience in living this uncertain life.
Gratitude and gratitude, how many favors of God that He almost did not realize and forget just because of the trials of life that afflicted him.
Until suddenly his eyes were pounded on a large book with a plain blue dongker cover.
"The Book of the Galactic System of Life!" he shouted and quickly grabbed it.
But Ali was then confused.
Under the book is the Qur'an.
Ali took the Qur'an and read it first. One opening letter, the letter of Al-Fatihah. The second letter, Al-Baqarah. Read slowly until the last verse.
"Sodakallaahul'adziiim." said Ali said the closing sentence and closed his Quran and kissed the front cover twice as a sign of respect.
Trings
Trings
Trings...
The first series of Life Galaxy System books suddenly shone brightly.
Ali's heart rippled.
His eyes stared at the nano not daring to blink.
Will I go back to time travel? Where am I supposed to go? Which sad story should I replace? Will there be more substitutes for grief in different life stories? O God, my Lord, please give me Your guidance! If only I could choose, I'd like both my parents to live. My friend the Word of life. Also Keti whose vision of my future is my wife is also alive. But if You do not want my sad story to change, I am sincere. Give Me the strength to continue to live the life You have set. I accept Qoda and Qodar both good and bad from You, O Allah. As a test of life for a better life is definitely in the future. Aami...
Syuuunggg syuunggg
Wussss
Ali is sucked into a large labyrinthine pit of the Galaxy of Life.
And now..,.,., uh...,
Jlegs.
He stood among friends whose faces were familiar and familiar.
Ali, it's in a graveyard. And was following someone's funeral procession.
Ali gasp. His breath was slightly tight as his eyes were fixed on the handwritten tombstone board.
...HERMANSYAH...
...BIN'S...
...ANWAR SYAH ALI BABA'S...
Turns out... God loves the Word more than I do. May you rest in the barzakh realm there, my friend! Thank you for being such a loyal friend until death. A kind friend who always supported and supported me even when I was in my lowest phase at that time. Forgive all my mistakes, man! I forgive all your mistakes, too. Later we will meet again in Yaumul Qiyamah. As a people of God with a happy face. Aami...
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