Short Stories of Islamic Love
Achieving God's Love

When I was a child, I always ranked 1 in either SD, SMP, SMA

Everyone was happy, my mother and father always hugged me with pride. Hugging and kissing me. The family is very happy to see his smart and accomplished son.

Likewise when I entered a famous college, without frills test.

My parents are proud, and my friends are proud of me.

When I went through college my GPA was always 4 and I graduated from that prestigious college with cumlaude predicate.

All happy, the rectors greet me and feel proud to have students like me, do not you ask about my parents, of course they are the proudest people, he said, proud to see his son graduated cum laude. My comrades are happy, all natural radiate happiness.

Graduating from college I now enter a bona fide company.

My career has soared.

Everyone feels proud of me, all my business colleagues always shake my hand, all respect and respect me, old friends always call my name as one of the successful people. Everyone praise me.

But when I vowed to fight with the ranks of the apostle's defenders, and I threw away all the titles in my world, I left my world to pursue the hereafter and to be alone. At that moment the world seemed to turn around.

Yes... The world turned around. I decided to migrate and choose to study the science of the Qur'an and the sunnah of the Prophet, and I recite the Qur'an 30 juz.

Everyone scoffed and cursed at me. No more compliments, no more smiles, no more warm hugs. There is only a curse.

Sometimes, people swear at me, why high school when I go to boarding school.

He's a fool! I have a good job left behind.

Various caci and maki are aimed at me, even from a family that often makes me sad.

"Are there any famous college graduates entering tahfidz cottage?

Don't love, what's good work? Where do you want to eat from?

(That) They said..

Yes, those questions continue to attack and corner me.

Until one day...

When dawn began to appear.

I took my mother to pray in the mosque. In the mosque where I used to be an imam.

It was the dawn prayer that I will always remember.

I raised my hand and said takbir. " Allaaahuu akbar" I glorify Allah with all his glory.

I read the iftah in my heart, rippling it feels.

I continued reading Al-Fatihah, I chanted al-fatihah.

Bismilbornrahmaanirrahiim, (until here my heart trembles) I call HIS name almighty, most merciful towards his servant.

Alhamdulilbornabbil... I offer praise to the rabb of the universe..

I continued reading carefully, I live surah al-fatihah with as beautiful as tadabbur, without tears falling down my face.

The weight of my tongue to continue the verse, ar-rahmaanirrahiim, I continue the verse with a tone that begins to vibrate..

Malikiyaumiddin, this time I have no power to hold back my tears.

Come to the end of the verse in Surah Al-Fatihah. I shed my tears, and I calm myself for a moment.

At dawn I decided to read Surah Abasa. I drifted in my reading, feeling sad, until I heard the occasional sobbing of worshippers.

The reading continued, until it arrived in verse 34.

My crying is going to blow.

Yauma yafirrul mar'u min akhii, wa ummihi wa abiih, wa shaahibatihi wa baniih, likullimriim minhum yauma idzin sya'nuy yughniih...

My cry was soaring, I could not continue the verse, my body felt weak.

After the morning prayers are finished on the way home. My mother asked me, "why did you cry when you read that verse, what does it mean?"

I stopped my steps and I explained it to my mother. I looked at his face deeply. O mother..

The verse explains about the chaos of the Mahsyar field during the apocalypse, all will run away from the air.

His mother......

His father.....

Wife and child......

Everyone is busy in their own business.

When we are rich people will praise us as successful people.

But when the apocalypse happens what is the use of all the praise of man.

Everyone will leave us. Even my mother would leave me..

I shed tears, I shed my tears.

I continue the story, I was afraid ma'am if in the abundant supplies I brought a little.

The praise of people who have been crowded for many years is no longer useful.

Then why do people want praise and are afraid to get reproach. They also do not pay attention to the afterlife later.

My mother hugged me and smiled. Mom said, how happy it is to have a child like you.

This time I was happy, because my mother was proud of me.

Various achievements that I got, even though my mother was the same hugging me but only this time the hug was very imprinted in my soul.

O people what exactly are you chasing?

And what is chasing you?

Is death getting closer and closer?

The deceiving world must not deceive and make you forget the next land.

O brother, do you realize that your breath is only a moment away?

Before your grave will be dug?

What am I and you proud of before Allah and the Apostle?