Pledge of Love Rumi
do not despair of the grace of God

That afternoon when the sun was getting higher, because it had entered zhuhur time. Rumi chose to stop by for a moment. Rest in the building is most comfortable for him to rest the body and heart. Da... Mosques.

"Sir, we pray first. Later after this we have lunch," Rumi wiped tears on the cheek of the wife, after the car engine was turned off. "You don't be sad anymore, there's still me."

"I know I won't be sad anymore. Only, half my heart feels empty." He returned sobbing. Rumi hugged him tightly.

"Prophey darling. Time will soon bring you back to happiness. You believe that, right?"

Rumi's words seemed to make her want to cry even more, feeling lucky. She has a husband, and more fortunate, her attitude has now returned to good. As if forgetting if he also ever felt like giving up because of the condition of his marriage. Where is Rumi's silent attitude that makes her feel more empty.

I can't imagine if it happened again.

"Hiks... Ja. Aye." Yeah." At a glance, Debby squeezes the shirt on Rumi's back. Where the man decided to hang on for a while waiting until the wife was completely calm.

A few seconds later, Debby was able to control herself. She smiled, thanking her husband for calming her down.

Now both of them got out of their cars and separated to their respective ablution places.

After taking the water, Debby went back inside, to the saf place of the women worshipers.

Iqomah reverberated, the sign of prayer will be established soon.

An atmosphere of silence was felt when the priest cried out takbir, making him again shed tears, in every movement of prayer. Until he arrived at the first prostration, then sit for a while. Read the prayers 'Rabbighfirlii, Warhamnii, Wajburnii, Warfa'nii, Warzuqnii, Wahdinii, Wa'aaifinii, Wa'fuanii'

He emphasized in every piece of his verse, Because he knew Rumi had said. Reading the prayer after the first prostration before the second prostration, is the right reading to heal the wounds of the heart, by permeating the reading above is the same as we are asking for the strength of the Creator, the Creator, for whatever test of life in the world. Because the meaning contained therein is about a servant who asks for forgiveness, help, strength, sustenance, and ask that his degree be raised by Allah SWT. (The interpretation of the above prayer, if we look for it sometimes varies yes, but the point is the same.)

Every prayer movement has been done, until the last rakaat is in the last prostration. He took a long enough prostration to briefly kneel through his mind not in oral, after finishing reading 'Subhaana rabbiyal a'la wabihamdihi.' three times. In his prayer, he asked for kindness and forgiveness for the sins he had done so far, as well as his mistakes. Then it went on in the last row.

"Assalamualaikum..." Look to the right and then say hello again and look to the left.

He prayed, raising both hands. Where tears still fall, though how hard he holds back.

Because the picture of his mother and father again milling in his mind. Debby rubbed her face after she finished praying, then came out after fixing the face she was wearing earlier.

She sat alone, in front of the mosque waiting for her husband to come out, because it seemed like Rumi was having a first thought inside. His heart is calmer now, indeed prayer is the most powerful way to restore the condition of the heart that is tired. He stared at the blue sky with white clouds, walking in the direction of the wind.

"Am I wrong? Choose this path? Why does it seem so hard," murmured Debby. He sighed, shaking quickly. Depresses every bad thought that whispers his chest. "Moment... Papahs... Even though we are no longer in faith, Debby still always prays for you, so that you are always given health and blessing in your lives."

Rumi who was standing at the back smiled faintly, she continued her steps for a while then sat down next to Debby.

The girl turned her head, a little surprised suddenly Rumi was already nearby.

"Yes," Rumi replied as she touched Debby's head, then grabbed her hand, linking their fingers, Rumi carrying over her lap. Grasping tighter with one more hand.

The mosque was crowded, but Debby and Rumi were sitting in one corner that not so many people were coming in and out of.

"Daddy, I'm gonna ask you. How did you feel after you embraced Islam?"

"Weight... I almost gave up," looked down.

Rumi raised her hand, kissed it gently. Then put it down again.

"You knew? There were many men before us who received the test from God after they believed."

Debby frowned, she waited for Rumi to tell her a story. Because he liked it the most when listening to the stories of the righteous people in the past.

"Burning Ash-Shiddiq for example, he had experienced the same thing. He was expelled from his parents for believing in the religion of God. Then Bilal bin Rabah Radhiallahu Anhu, he was a slave who was not really a slave who was treated arbitrarily by his Master Umayyah bin Khalaf, in fact, on the contrary, he remains appreciated and given comfort as long as all his work is done well. But when he was found to have embraced Islam, he was then tortured by Umayyah because of his shame, when he could not educate his slave while he was a leader of the Quraysh."

"tale of Ammar ibn Yasir, with his mother Sumayyah bint Khayyat and his father Yasir ibn Amir. They also received a test from Allah after embracing Islam which was tormented by the Quraysh. Then there is also Khabbab bin Arats Radhiallahu Anhu who also get persecution after converting to Islam. Does that make them all complain?"

"Nobody among them complained of the deck. For they know, it is the love of their Lord that makes them strong, and the promise of Allah SWT's help is real. So they will never feel regret even if they have to die."

Debby shed her tears.

"And again... Rosulullah Saw's. After becoming Rosul, is he immediately delicious? No. gabe... He is the same. Even worse than what you and I feel. He became a poor man when he became a Rosul. Though his life while still with Khadijah he was rich. Why could that be? Why does God not give His lovers the happiness of the world?"

Debby's eyes stared wryly at Rumi's.

"Because the world has no price at all deck, like gold? The world is like the gold of Imitation, so why does God love the world for which there is no value to His obedient servants? While there is a much more precious hereafter, a wider variety of favors, we will never even feel tired, sick, sad, bored and all the difficulties like this world."

"So never despair of the Grace of God deck. Indeed, God understands better what is best for us.... The test of life, will never come to us, if we are not able to bear it. If you still can, then you're that strong, and you're capable of living it."

"Hiks..." Sobbing again. Rumi wiped Debby's tears with the back of her finger.

"Test can come from anywhere, it can be from parents, children, in-laws, neighbors, or even from me, the deck. Your husband."

"Enough until here brother, don't, don't be my test. I won't be able to."

Rumi smiled. "I can't promise it, because I'm just trying to be a good priest. But I'm still an ordinary man of the deck, who sometimes will never escape the error and fallacy, which will make you hurt."

Debby could not say anything more, she just stared with a smile. He understands that, and hopefully whatever will happen in the future. Rumi remains a man who will always regret his actions if he is guilty, then try to improve. So did he to Rumi.