SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
Returnees
...Part 20's...
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The voices were heard again, as if real until every verse he read was heard clearly, an eloquent reading with the chanting of tartile rhythms. But this time the shadow was clearly visible, the woman who was teaching sat on the prayer mat with her white face that closed up all her hands. Zain dissolved in the reading of the beautiful verses, until the woman turned her face, smiling she said
“Mas have come home?”
“Zareen..!”
Zain awoke with a hunting breath, with Zain's gasping breath rubbing his face with both hands. Zain looked at the clock at 02:15 in the morning. With his chest still not calm Zain got out of his bed and rushed into the bathroom. Not long after that Zain came out with a part of the limb that had been wet due to wudhu’ water. Zain stepped into his wardrobe and he found what he was looking for, the black sheath and prayer mat he used to wear were located next to the white face fold, the face he saw in his dream.
Zain held the prayer rasadah and then carried out two rakas’at sunnah repentance, with tears that had fallen down his cheeks Zain raised both his hands with Takbiratul Ihram, reading do’a iftah which is still very eloquent then coupled with a short letter Zain perfect all the pillars of prayer. As if seeping up to the upper part of his heart Zain very calmly finished his prayer. After saying his greetings to the right and to the left Zain's tears were getting louder with sobs,
“Yes Allah Yes Robbi, I am ashamed God, I am ashamed, still deserve me to forgive you God, I want to return, hold me back in your arms, Rob, forgive the servant who has turned away from you, forgive the servant of God, forgive all my sins and mistakes, O rob, the injustice I have done to myself, I am a despicable servant, God, who arrogantly tries to abandon you, turning away from your will, from your resolve upon me, I cannot, O God, my heart is tired, remove all the shackles that bind my heart. I appeal to you, O Allah, I need your mercy and your pleasure, God's desperate servant...
Hiks..” Zain's sobs were getting louder, he let go of everything, all the distress that was squeezing his chest.
Forgive me, O God, that what you set upon me is the best, O God, my frail faith, so that I do not understand all this, until I foolishly turn with despair from your mercy, forgive my servant o Allah.”.
Zain cupped his face with both hands with a sob that increasingly sounded soft, then Zain prostrated and kissed the white prayer mat that lay before him, until finally Zain fell asleep with tears that continued to wet his alphabet.
Meanwhile in the other hemisphere Zareen kissed the Qur’an which he had just finished reading, then Zareen tears fell when he raised both his hands to ask God for guidance for his household, Zareen wept so hard that his eyes were tired and he fell asleep on his stretched blue prayer mat.
Zain woke up when he heard the voice of the Adhan, he glanced at the clock that had entered the time of dawn, he rose and repeated wudhu’nya, after which Zain performed the morning prayer solemnly’. After Zain's prayer returned to remembrance, he was grateful that Allah had not taken his recitation. When Zain was done standing and tidying up his alphabet, when he was about to put back Zain's hand stopped, he touched the white face, then took it and took it and brought it his embrace, “You God present for my good, yet the foolish me was unable to see all this goodness as I sank into my pride. Wait for me my wife, I'll pick you up”.
“Waalaikumsalan, yes what is it, the tumben once at dawn like this call mom?”
“Bu, send Zain home address Ibuk Fatma bu, Zain to pick up Zareen”
“God,, are you seriously nak”?
“Iya ma'am, Zain wants to take her home mom
“Iya bu, do’ Zain ya bu”
“Yes son, may Allah ease son, aamiin”
Zain arrived at the airport by taxi, taking a flight at 7:00. “Bismillah,, Make it easy O Allah”. And after an air journey of approximately two hours, right at 08.45 the plane that Zain was riding landed at Minangkabau International Airport. Zain looked back at the address his mother had sent him, and saw it through maps, not too far from his current position, about 25 minutes by car. Zain ordered the driver online and not long after that the order car arrived, Zain immediately boarded it after giving greetings to the driver, “Not far right sir ya”?
“No son, because most likely the road is not jammed, insyaallah if smoothly about 25 minutes. If you can know where Ananda from”? Ask politely, driver
“I'm from Jakarta Pak”
“O far yes, yes already ananda rest only, later when I tell you”
Zain who was indeed a little exhausted nodded and closed his eyes while leaning back. Not long after the sound of the driver woke him up, Zain opened his eyes and he saw the buildings of simple houses on the land that still has a lot of greenery, still beautiful. Zain got down and thanked the driver after he gave some money.
Zain walked in and not long after that he saw a house number with the same number on the address that was on his phone screen. Thank God, Zain thanked God for making his way easier. Sighing for a moment, “Bismillah” Zain swung a leg closer to the house. Zain's heart pounded as his net saw a girl wearing a black khimar sweeping across the courtyard, because the iron fence was not so high that Zain could actually see clearly, “my wife”.
The rebar in his heart grew stronger as the word came out of his mouth, he only realized that this word turned out to be very beautiful, beautiful for him to say and perhaps, beautiful for those who heard it too, Zain smiled with eyes that kept looking at Zareen. But at the same time Zain was also worried, he guessed how Zareen would react, whether it would be in accordance with what he hoped, or he would get a waiver. The hurtful words that he said back in his mind, Zain sighed and repeatedly uttered takbeir in his heart. Zain surrendered to God, the all-powerful God of all things, the all-reversing God of hearts, who grasped all human hearts, including the heart of his wife, before continuing his steps, Zain again asked Allah that this good will of Allah be made easy.
TO BE CONTINUE
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Tears can bring God help in the Hereafter. There are seven classes of men whom Allah will help on the Day of Resurrection, when there is no help other than His.
One is the one who cries in the silence of the night when people sleep. He wept because of fear and hope for God. Matapun water can accelerate the hijab do’a-do’a.
The Prophet said “Not going to hell, someone who rebukes out of fear of Allah”.
The Prophet said “Every eye will weep on the Day of Resurrection except the eye that weeps for fear of Allah, the eye that is preserved from the things that Allah has forbidden, eyes that stand guard in the way of God.