My Success for Mom's Dad
After school

Cring.. Crates

The bell of the dhuhur prayer preparation break reads. All students take wudlu water and head to the mosque to perform sunnah prayers before dhuhur prayers and perform congregational dhuhur prayers.

There is still fifteen minutes left of the dhuhur adhan. Some students choose to go to the cafeteria first because the wadlu place is still in line or alternating with other students.

Aida and I chose to take the water directly and go to the mosque. Arriving at the mosque time has shown the time of adzan dhuhur reverberating.

Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar's

Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar's

Asyhadu allaa illalaha

Asyhadu allaa illalaha

Asyhadu anna Muhammadar

Asyhadu anna Muhammadar

Hayya 'alashshalaah

Hayya 'alashshalaah

Hayya 'alalfalaah

Hayya 'alalfalaah

Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar's

The laa ilaaha illallaah

The voice of Adhan is so melodious as the call of Allah SWT reverberated. Students rushed to the mosque. After the adzan reverberate students perform sunnah prayers before the dhuhur prayer is carried out.

After five minutes of walking. Syaif the head of the twelfth class mipa advanced forward and climbed on the podium or pulpit of the mosque.

Each dhuhur cultum or seven-minute lecture is delivered by students in turn.

Of the many statements of Syaif there are some points conveyed about the key to success in Islam, namely endeavors, prayers, and tawakkal.

Ikhtiar we can understand as a form of effort done with all our might to achieve the goal. A person is called striving when trying something with all his might to the maximum limit. An earnest commitment will lead a person to the desired result. Allah SWT said: “And that a man has no other than what he has worked for.” (QS. An-large :39).

Everything that we experience in this world is filled with success because of God's will alone. So success is not due to our intelligence and expertise, but to the will of God. Therefore, every Muslim is encouraged to pray to Allah to ask for all the wishes he wants.

Allah SWT said: “Pray Me I will surely allow you” (QS. Ghoshua :60).

Reason can be understood as a form of the earnestness of a servant's heart in relying on Allah to obtain salvation and prevent corruption, concerning the affairs of the world and the hereafter.

Allah says: “, aka He's enough for her.” (QS. Talaq :2-3).

The location of takawal in achieving success is when the effort and prayer have reached the maximum limit. God commands His people to rely upon doing work as a manifestation of faith in Him.

In this case, trust can also be understood in the form of confidence and patience with the provisions of God and believe that God will give the best in accordance with what we try.

More or less so the short seven-minute lecture material delivered Syaif and closed with greetings.

Shayf came down from the pulpit and proclaimed the iqomah. All worshipers stand and perform dhuhur prayer together. After the greeting and prayer together do not forget to also perform the sunnah prayer after performing the dhuhur prayer.

After the completion of the tenth and eleventh grade students take a break until 12:30. Then re-enter and continue the lesson until the ashar prayer. While the twelfth class is allowed to go home because the Computer-Based National Exam has been completed.

"Yes what's wrong?" My answer.

"Why were you late for school?" Ask Aida.

"Yes, I still have interests. It's old, yeah, I'm going home."

"Cock rush?" Aida said she was trying to stop me.

I started to move away and disappeared from Aida's sight. I rushed home because I was so worried about my father.

Usually the distance from home to school or school to home is taken by a twenty-five minute walk. This time, however, it was only a fifteen-minute journey.

"Assynnya!" My greetings when I am home.

"Mosur." Answer Mother.

"Dad why mom?" I asked as I approached the father who had been limp in bed.

"Dad just fell, son. But it's still the same as before. It's just that, the physique is already weak." Obviously Mother.

I shed tears slowly wetting my cheeks.

"Dad..." I hugged my father with tears flowing.

"You have patience, dear father. You must be strong." Mother said as she stroked my head to calm my mind.

I looked at my mother and wiped my tears. I must be strong in front of mom, if not me who else will be the mother's encouragement. I hugged my mother to calm her back.

"You don't cry, son. Quickly change your clothes, I want to go to the field for a while you take care of me first." Mother's Order.

"Yes ma'am."

I went to my room and changed my daily clothes while I was at home. Then I took the time to eat lunch first, the stomach that had been rumbling can not be held anymore.

"Mother, if you want to go to the fields please. Let me take care of you." My speech.

"Yes, son, I'll take you first, take care of me, don't let me fall again." Mother Message.

I was silent hearing that.

"Ready commander"

"You still have time to joke, are you not afraid if you suddenly cry."

Mom scolded me.

I could only bow in obedience to the words of my parents.

My father was often sick like this. This time I couldn't get out of bed and could only talk. The mother said the muscles and bones of the father were already weak and began to lose their full function.

Especially supported by old age. It was very difficult to be healed completely.

Want like whatever the circumstances I have to take turns to keep the father with the mother because there is no other family that can be relied upon. Fathers are good to everyone, especially those who have been raised and considered as their own biological children.

But when they succeed, I don't know where they go. Understandably they are not the father's biological children.

When I leave school in the morning, my mother takes care of my father until I get home from school. After that I changed jobs with mom, mom went to the fields I kept dad at home. At night I also took turns with my mother to rest. Usually mom would sleep first and I was still doing schoolwork or studying, after that I woke up mom and I was resting. It was my daily activities when my father was sick and could not be left behind. Mom and I had to split time so that there would always be someone to look after me at home. If it wasn't me and mom who else would have taken care of dad.