Selebgram Insaf For The Solehah
Chapter 90

Tomorrow morning...

Arifin was sitting in the gazebo of Ustadz Irsyad's house. He deliberately chose the place even though Irsyad had invited him to go inside. But Afin still asked outside because the sound of rustling water koi fish pond very bring peace to him. So that the letters in the holy verse of the Quran he can deposit smoothly because of a clear mind.

On their sanding were two glasses of sweet tea, and a plate of green bean-filled cookies Debby had just made this morning.

Lately, the woman is fond of creating cooking content on her own YouTube channel. Without showing a face or voice. According to the conditions requested by her husband so that his hobby can run smoothly without a long lecture or maybe the sullen face of Rumi.

Not bad, even though subscribers are still under one million. But Debby can channel her hobby of cooking while sharing recipes for friends from cyberspace. And, the woman will usually take cooking time in the morning or evening. When Rumi is still at home, so he can help her keep their son alone as long as he works on his project.

Back to Afin who just finished looking at the book surgery directly guided by KH. Irsyad. I also felt my heart become calmer.

"Now you understand, okay?"

"Lumayan knows better, Ustadz. Hopefully don't forget–" chuckled.

"Yo, read again. The note exists. The name of science must continue in the hull. Let's not go anywhere."

"inshaAllah Ustadz."

"Monggo is finished with tea. Or want to add hot water again so it's not cold."

"Thank you, Ustadz. This is enough. After all, from here I want to directly pick up Safa, make it to the Qonniah graduation event."

"MashaAllah, yes I forgot. Today, huh?"

"Yes, Ustadz."

Ustadz Irsyad had a beard before biting his son-in-law's cake which he thought was really delicious. Understand, the descendants of Chinese cuisine is delicious. Especially about pastries and cakes. Debby's a real expert. Therefore, not infrequently his daughter-in-law received an order of tarts from her coworkers first.

"Ustadz, can I ask you something?"

"Tafadhol..." Irsyad.

"Are people like me still able to be like Ustadz?"

"I mean, how? My rich old gini?"

"Not that one..." Afin chuckles.

"Wong, wong you said it less clearly. I want to be rich, old, mean. Don't be scared, though. Ntar comes alone time," licked Irsyad.

"Can I be rich Ustadz. What does it mean to be a man who can spread my knowledge? While I myself there are no descendants of Kyai, like Rumi for example."

Honestly, Afin was a little jealous of Rumi's eloquence in science. The man also began speaking frequently at various mosques while he was off work. And to be sure, Safa once admired the man for his religion. Obviously he wanted to be like Rumi, even if it could be more.

"Deploying knowledge is mandatory. So why ask 'can it?' I should be able to."

"Haha..." Ustadz Irsyad sips its sweet, cold tea. "What do you know about 'Ustadz', anyway? A holy man who has no sins?"

Afin shook his head slowly. Worried about responding wrongly.

"Ustadz means teacher, and teacher means having knowledge, and if you have knowledge it must be spread. He's a sinner, a former sinner is a human being. What matters in your heart first. What is his intention for? If to patronize others or to be viewed as a pious person is wrong," he explained. Who responded to Afin's nod of the head.

"Do you know that there are no first three in hell?" Irsyad asked.

"Who is ustadz?"

"One who fights in the way of Allah, two pious, three generous."

"Cock?" Afin frowned. Are they not practices that bring people to heaven?

"You think it's easy to be the one with the top three?" ustadz asked Irshad while Afin was stunned to see the face of a man before him.

"But do not necessarily interpret that people who obey actually go to hell. The concept is not like that. They are hypocrites. You know hypocrites, right?"

"Those who will be put in the crust of hell even God is reluctant to look at his face" replied Arifin.

"MashaAllah, that's..." Ustadz Irsyad again sipped the little water that remained until the toilet. "One, a mujahid is put to hell not because of his jihad. But the intention of his jihad, his intention was to get praise from people if he was a jihadist expert. The second, the pious. Therefore, scholars like me always pray, to avoid bad intentions. For God knows the heart of man that not even angels know. In front of people we are considered alim, considered Qori in all worship but behind people? we are ordinary. Then God will throw the man into hell. The same goes for philanthropists but hypocrites. He is not giving because of God. He deliberately ranted in public to be famous if he is a generous person. Then the alms of one mountain of gold will not be priceless. Lost like flying dust. So be careful with the intentions that we do."

"Astaghfirullah al'azim.." murmured Afin.

"God knows, the heart of man. There is no need to pretend before God. Suffice it to look ordinary in the presence of the audience but extraordinary before Allah SWT."

"MashaAllah..." The man in front of Ustadz Irshad was stunned.

"Be yourself, Son Arifin. No need to force yourself to be someone else. The problem of spreading knowledge, can be slow. The important thing is to keep the intention clean. Satan is a creature without compassion. If a person cannot be tempted to perform the motions, then he will be made into a devout human being but apparently has the nature of ujub. Nauzubillah...remember my message yes, never forget qolbu food for yourself."

"MashaAllah, yes Ustadz. Thank you very much for the knowledge that has been given. God willing, I will practice slowly."

"Either. It's nine o'clock, what time is the show?"

"Say ten o'clock, Tadz."

"Yes, monggo. Greetings to Qonniah, and all."

"Walaikumsalam. Ustadz. Excuse me, please excuse me." Afin grabbed Irsyad's hand and kissed him.

"Monggo-monggo. Be careful on the road."

Afin said his greetings before breezing away from the place. The main destination is his own home, then to the campus where his sister graduated.