MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
#episode 40's. Travelling to Tho'if City
* vero*
He had almost reached the door of the room after the mosque when suddenly Bang Yusuf's voice called out at the end.
"Ver, Twins, don't go in yet, accompany Abang ta'lim!"
His forehead wrinkled the sign of wonder plus did not understand. Ta'lim's? what else is that?. Although not so understand but he resigned back to sit in a sova that was there. The twins, who were about to close the door, came back and sat down to join him in the other seat.
"What happened to us?" Shafa asked Marwa who seemed to be sitting indifferently next to him.
"Ta'lim. Masa' you didn't hear that?" Marwa answered lazily.
"Ck, the horror just don't know what to do. Sitting or what?"
"Sama, I don't understand either. Ask Vero, who knows!"
"Ck, same!" Shafa had just intended to ask but he had already answered first, making his sister throttle mid-sized.
All were silent as Bang Joseph approached them, carrying a thick enough book. He looked up with a dream to ask, but then the voice of the brother made him stop doing it,
"Here, sit in a circle!" exclaimed bang Yusuf while patting the carpet that was sitting on him.
Without ba bi bu, the three got up and walked to the arena and sat sweetly according to the Caller's instructions. The eagle bead was incessantly looking at every slow motion of the brother but definitely made him able to see the other side of the Joseph bang, which was very slow, the face that instantly turned shady as his hand gently rubbed the book he was holding.
In his heart he began to marvel at the seriousness of his brother to change. Start to realize also if the level of indifference and stupidity of the brother really dropped dramatically, freefall at the minimum point, at least for things that concern the good for him as well as the twins. The amazing!
At this point, he was a little curious about the basic khuruj model followed by his brother, who he thought was quite practical to change someone in everything. Attitude, life style and even mindset in just a very short period of time, three days. Waw!
"Don't daydream, make focus!" he chuckled, as the heavy voice of his brother rebuked his attitude.
He also began to fix his sitting position when he saw Bang Yusuf began to speak. Subjected deeply and solemnly trying to permeate every thing he heard. Sometimes he glanced at the twins who acted the same way as him. Soon they began to be carried away and drowned in the majesty of the word of Allah and the word of his Prophet concerning the primacy of religious charity.
He began to enjoy every new science he heard. Until it did not feel his emotions began to flinch, though, He even shed tears when Bang Yusuf's reading arrived at the phenomenal story part of the blue dawah trip of the Prophet to the city of Tho'if to meet a great tribe named Banu Tsaqif to invite them embracing islam.
Starting from a great hope to make the city as the center of the spread of Islam because in Mecca the infidels of Quraysh never stop hurting Him and Muslims. Finally, the Prophet went to the city to meet some of the leaders of the tribe and invite them to the religion of Allah. However, instead of getting a good reception like a guest as is customary for the Arabs in general, he was treated very badly. The dignitaries and residents of the city even insulted the Prophet with bad words and had the youths there stone him along the streets of Tho'if.
His body was covered in blood. Get out of the city with pain-filled steps. Until he arrived in a garden belonging to someone who felt safe for him. Sitting leaning against a date palm tree withstands pain all over the body. So sad he finally prayed to God, complaining of weakness. The prayer was so touching that it made Arsy tremble.
"O Allah, it is to You that I complain of my weakness, my lack of effort, and my disdain in the sight of men. O Most Merciful of all, You are the Lord of the weak, and You are my Lord, to whom You have given me. To a stranger who will look upon me with a sour face or to an enemy whom You have given all my business, there is no objection to me as long as You are not angry with me. Your protection is enough for me. I take refuge in Thee with Thy face that shines upon all darkness, and with it be both the world and the Hereafter, from the descent of Thy wrath upon me or the descent of Thy disrespect unto me. Keep away Your wrath until You are pleased. There is no strength or effort except with You."
So sad to do'a the Prophet Allah sent the angel Gabriel as and two mountain guardian angels to come to His Majesty. The two mountain guardian angels asked permission to bash the two mountains flanking the city of Tho'if so that all its inhabitants would perish. The Prophet is the Messenger of Allah. The prophet is so loving. He is a mercy to all nature.
He rejected the wishes of the two angels. He answered with a heart as wide as the ocean,
"Don't do that. I've forgiven them. What they do is due to their ignorance. I only hope that one day there will be descendants of those who will worship Allah."
"He is the Messenger of Allah. The best of man whom God has sent as a perfecter of morals for man. His heart is impeccably clean. Never hold a grudge, do solely because expect the pleasure of Allah SWT."
Bang Yusuf closed his review. Slowly shrank the tears that fell down his cheeks, then closed the book of ta'lim he had just read. Then I looked at them alternately.
He was still bowed deeply with eyes that were still watering as the bends of his ears caught the sound of the twins crying as they pleased. He wiped away the clear fur that had begun to seep out of his eyelids and hurriedly raised his face and stared at the two younger siblings. The face that shows if both of them have been crying since.
"Sad is sad, but do not have to be as sad as kalee like people left married." his mind was not judging the lebay of his two brothers.
"Why cry?" suddenly Bang Yusuf asked softly with his slanted smile.
"Hiks, toriks, hikss, that, why are they so evil as the Prophet, Bang?" Marwa said sobbing while rubbing her eyes spoiled as usual.
"Yes, Bang! napa was not told the angel of the mountain destroyed the people there to feel! huuu, huu, huu, huuu, really bad!" Shafa adds to it more emotionally.
Again Bang Yusuf responded to the two with a smile. A moment later stared at him still with his faint smile. He looked down again trying to find an answer from his cry just now. I don't know, his heart ached imagining the pain that befell His Majesty.
"Abang is glad you guys got touched by this story. That means, you actually have a soft heart. Can also feel the pain and sadness felt by the Prophet SAW. May Allah be pleased with our hearts as well as the hearts of His Majesty. Aaminn!"
"Amijin!"
"Amine!"
"Amijin!"
Simultaneously the three compact agree.
Bang Yusuf still added a few short tips before actually ending. The most pressing is the appeal to always keep the fardhu prayer on time. Don't delay until you leave it. One important point that concerns him is the purpose of the prayer, which is to be able to bring all the obedient nature in prayer into everyday life. As the remembrance of Allah grows in the name of Allah when takbir, the rukukuk tawadhu loosens before Allah, closes the aurat, salves etc., then in everyday life these properties must be applied.
"Twin, tomorrow until the next three days you are escorted with Erick first, because Vero wants Abang to invite khuruj nyari hidayah. You guys don't have a problem, do you?"
"Khuruj? what the hell is that, Bang?" as usual Marwa the chatter who said.
"Study in the mosque!"
"Ooh, yeah, no pa-pa, really! we even like that Brother was absent first shuttle us, because he likes nyebelin. Nothing is earned. Huh!" sahut Shafa with sinless mimicry.
"Eh, uh, what do you mean? you both want a lot. Followed by one to the other. Dassa!" He doesn't want to lose.
"No, Bang! Brother emang nyebelin!"
Bang Yusuf again only chuckled a little while walking away to his room. He finally looked at Sangar towards his two sisters and suddenly the two ran into the room while shouting,
"Kaburrear....! there's a tiger going on a rampage...!"
He chuckled to himself and entered the room as well.
**
*fatin
He's so restless tonight. His eyes were not able to compromise. The shadow of how tomorrow He will meet Bang Yusuf really disturbs his calm. He tried to cure drowsiness, but what appeared in his heart and mind was the shadow of the clean face of the idol of the heart.
He cannot lie to his heart. He really misses that charming figure. He had never felt anything like this before. He even hopes this night goes by quickly. He wants to fold the time so that the day changes immediately. I don't know how many times he changed his sleeping position. Side to left, right, back, sometimes prone.
"Ah, my God, this taste is very painful." he murmured softly.
He was still trying to fall asleep when suddenly his memory ran on the phone he was charging. He wanted to call even if he just asked for news. But again the shame can still hold his hand that was about to stretch out.
He turned to look at Mitha who was so sound as to sleep with a carefree face. Mitha is a duckling. He never wants to be confused about anything. He wanted to wake up his friend and express his sadness in his heart at this moment, but He could not bear it. Mitha was quite often may have grown tired of hearing her similar curses at all times.
He tried again to memejam while bringing back the memory of his beautiful moments with Joseph. It started with a pretty heroic first meeting. The brother who was present as a savior for him. The corner of his lips was interested in remembering that time. Then his memory ran in a tight hug in the mall as he almost fell. He just blushes and smiles. And, ah, the first kiss that catapulted him mercilessly and almost made him wish for more. Oh, geez.. He's really embarrassed. His hand reflexively touched his forehead. Suddenly he felt the soft lips of Joseph there.
Still with the bead tightly closed he again smiled shyly. At the end of his almost lost consciousness he again imagined a prewed-style photo scene during the march the other day. The face that touched many times that made him distressed to hold beautiful thump in the heart. He still had a faint smile before falling asleep, bringing some of his memories of Joseph into the dreamland.
Love is ambiguous!
Sometimes we think love is simple. We love because we love, as simple as liking something, like because we like it, or talk because we want to talk. Turns wrong. Love is not that simple.
As we get older, love turns into a need, a feeling of belonging, with all its intrigue. Love is no longer just a word in the mouth or a taste in the heart. Love now speaks of commitment, of keeping feelings, and of loyalty. Love evolves to become more and more complicated, and more unpredictable.
Love on the side of one hurts, on the other excites. Good and bad all mixed into one. Produces a strange harmony, with minor, augmented, and diminish keys scattered everywhere. Not just major keys that are fun and easy to remember.
Love speaks of sacrifice and solitude. It is about letting a loved one be with someone else you also care about. Stay away from humans to keep other human feelings in check. Seeing others from a distance. Or even love people who even look face to face never.
But the more we observe, the more we will understand that love is a gift.
Love makes people forget themselves, despite the many opportunities to complain. Love changes man to put others first, even if it has to endure its own pain. Love forces us to give love and affection, even if it is only from a distance. Love enables us to go further than we know we can. Love enables us to go through pain without pain.
What makes us feel sick is when we start feeling sorry for ourselves. Thinking about yourself. Bringing love while talking about yourself. He said we were talking about sacrifice, when in fact we were not willing to sacrifice. Hurt your own feelings, even though the medicine is in front of your eyes. It is like unplugging the phone charge, even though the battery is only three percent.
The self-sacrificing man never makes sacrifices. People who love feel pain, but then forget it. Love is healing, not hurting.
Again, everything is ambiguous!
TBC>>>
#Notes
Assalaamu'alaikum.... dearest readers.. 😘 how are you all? healthy yeah... God willing?..
Hmmm, Alhamdulillah Allah the Most Good still gives us the opportunity to meet again even though only through this dime. Sorry, old can only come up again. Yesterday abis gave a small test. Allah is All-Willful over all things. Author abis miscarriage and stunt hospitalized due to bleeding, until blood transfusion coz HBnya dropped by 7.4.
Thank God it is better now. I say thank you very much well ever doain Author healthy2 trus. It could be your prayer2 asbab which Allah is. Syukrons.. Jazaakumullah khairan. I offer you the same and better prayer for all of you. 😇😇😇
Thank you too for waiting... Greetings to all of you... Uhibbukum... 😇😇😇😍😍😍😘😘😘🙏🙏
Wassalam´s...