Smart Boy Child Maker Khamar
Take the Stage

The field in the middle of the school, where Ali once rammed his backpack's butt into Javin's nose until it broke, has changed its appearance. There's a magnificent stage standing there. Unless the intelligent race is meticulous and coloring, all branches of the race between classes will be held on this stage.

Zia has finished her job. It was easy for him to say there was no need to be afraid of the audience's gaze. Zia in the musabaqah race. Throughout the race his eyes were fixed on Al Quran. Zia did not need to look at the audience.

Another thing that makes this stage more terrible according to Ali is, there is no part behind the screen. The audience could even follow all of Ali's movements even since Ustadzah Intan exemplified how to hold the correct microphone, keeping the right distance with the mouth. All of these were done next to the stage. All the panic and fear of Ali when going on stage, was clearly displayed in front of the audience.

Ali's name was eventually called. Ready not to be ready, Ali has to go on stage. His tongue was bitter as he had stood in the center of the stage, facing the audience. But Ali knew he had to start.

“Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh. Alhamdulilbornabbil alamin. Ashsholatu wa shola alaa asyrafil anbiyaa’i wal mursalin. Wa alaa aliii wa ash shaabihi. Ashhadu allaa ilallaah, Wa asyhadu anna Muhammad Rasulullaah.

The ones I respect, the ustad and the ustadzah. I respect the jury

And friends friends all I love.”

Ali actually had a long argument with Dad about this opening sentence. Previously Ali thought, starting to talk in front of dozens of pairs of eyes was very difficult, why should be added again by saying sentences in Arabic. But Dad said, instead of starting to talk in front of the crowd with praise to Allaah, then Insya Allaah will be diridhoi, and launched his tongue. Dad was right, Ali could pronounce all those sentences in Arabic fluently. And somehow, this made Ali more confident to continue.

“Alhamdulillah, today Allaah meridhoi we gather here in good health and nothing less. My name is Ali Muhammad Karim. I represent the IVD class in this year's child's da’i election contest. Our theme this year is about heroes. So, today I will tell you about one of the heroes named Mahatma Gandi. His hero is a world famous Indian for being able to fight without violence.”

The audience began to react, including the ustadz and ustadzah. Some whispered to their other friends. Sis chose to watch with her classmates, not with Mom and Dad. As a result, I felt my friend most befriended to hear the name Gandhi. Some even popped out of his mouth, “Kok Gandhi ‘sih”. Some people still ask who Gandhi is.

“Create the one who doesn't know who Gandhi is, it's okay. But at least can not imagine what happened when Gandhi was invited to fight against British soldiers as his friend's friend,” continued Ali.

“Gandi, let's fight those British soldiers. They have been cruel to the Indians, have taken our property! Consider it so the invitation of Gandhi's cement. They've brought wood, machetes, iron, to attack the British army,” Ali continue their business scene.

“Big! But I don't want to come with you if you bring a gun like that, replied Gandi. The theme according to. They finally came crowded into the British army. Similar to the demos on TV today,” Ali is increasingly convinced by his efforts to invite the audience to enter the world of imagination where Gandhi is still alive.

“And really! British soldiers carry full weapons. Gandhi began to fear. Gandhi at the back began to push his troops forward. Come.. go forward, he said he was willing to fight the British army, said Gandhi lightly.” Ali tried to describe a conversation between Gandhi and his comrade-in-arms.

“Yaa. but their khan carries a weapon, said his friend Gandi. It was you who banned us from carrying weapons. Start protesting friends Gandhi” continued Ali told me. It seems like the audience is starting to enter the world of storytelling. Happy sister. None of his classmates made a sound. Everyone watched Ali.

“Udah. Forward, Gandhi said,” Ali spoke while looking to the right, as if playing Gandhi.

“Lhaa..mentar we were beaten donk!” This time Ali spoke while looking to the left, playing his friend Gandhi

“Nothing” Ali said while facing right, returning to play the role of Gandhi. This time coupled with the gesture as if Gandhi was pushing his friend forward.

Gerrr. Imagine the silliness of people who are still ahead even though in front of them will be beaten. Mother moved! This two-week exercise yielded results. Although throughout the exercise continued to receive criticism and support from Brother until it looked like the two of them were fighting.

“Ya sure Gandi and his friends so injured, bloody. Someone passed out. But keep fighting. The fainted one pulled, backwards. Replaced the same that is still healthy. And still beaten again,” continued Ali who this time back as the storyteller. “ Gandi know, this incident will definitely be seen by British journalists. Gandhi hoped that later journalists would write the story in the newspaper, read by the British people. The British people please.”

“And what happened next, was like Gandi's hope. The British people were angry to see the soldiers rough like that. Immediately ask the Queen of England so that the British Army in India is told to go home. Don't torture Indians anymore. And liberated India from British rule. Gandi's a hero. Adored by the people of India until now.” continued Ali, closing the conclusion of Gandhi's resistance plan.

“But we all know. There are humans who are much more powerful than Gandi. I have experienced something similar like that before. He is Rasulullaah Salallahu ‘alaihi wa salaam. Rasulullaah also exemplifies preaching without violence. When Rasulullaah preached to the city of Thaif, Rasulullaah came alone. Inviting Thaif citizens to embrace Islam. What happened was the same, Rasulullaah was beaten, stoned, bleeding blood. Until his blood flowed and dripped from the beard. At that time, Rasulullaah was alone. But Rasulullaah is sure Allaah is always guarding. The Prophet knew there was Jibril who saw all the happenings with the citizens of Thaif. Gabriel was also angry, did not accept the noble Messenger of Allah, the lover of Allah, until he was severely wounded. The help offered by Jibril at that time was also not a joke,” continued Ali in the second half of his speech.

Dad was very proud of the plots he prepared in the second half. The camera in his hand that had been facing the stage to record Ali's action had not changed direction. But Father's eyes turned towards the ustadz and ustadzah who were sitting on the bleachers. Father saw some people nodding, some changed their sitting position. Either it's just Dad's feelings or it's the way it is. The ustadz and ustadzas were flabbergasted by the plots of Ali's speech.

“O Rasulullaah, if you allow. Will lift this Uhud mountain,” Ali said as he raised his hand, as if there was a large object in his right palm. “Then I spilled over the people of Thaif,” he continued with a gesture of tilting his right palm. Ali was a little too excited. The involuntary movement of his hand made the microphone in his left hand slightly closer to the mouth. Make the last sentence sound more blunt. But it turned out to even make the impression on the audience more concentrated. It was as if the audience could feel Jibril's anger at that moment.

“What Reply Rasulullaah,” continued Ali, with the distance of the microphone that has returned to its original position. “Do not, in fact they just do not understand.” Ali pause for a second.

“Masyaallaah.” he continued.

“So noble moral of the Prophet. Even to those who have hurt him, the Prophet has no intention of retaliating. If you want, it is very easy. Just accept the offer Angel Jibril.”

“Then it is fitting that Allaah praise the morality of Rasulullaah in Surah Nuun Verse 4. Wa inna lakaa la alaa khlukin adhim. And verily you are truly virtuous in character,” continued Ali.

Dad looked back at the ustadz and the ustadzah. From the look on their faces, I believe Ali's appearance will not be forgotten.

“Thus the Messenger of Allah, exemplifies us how to fight without violence. What Gandi does is nothing compared to what the Prophet exemplified in the city of Thaif.”

“The problem is now.”follow Ali on a slightly higher note. “Are we proud, flattering and emulating Rasulullaah. Do not feel proud and our love for the Prophet is still inferior to the pride and love of Indians on Gandi.” The older brother who trained Ali to raise his tone slightly when he asked this rhetorical question. The older brother who had been watching Ali several times stole a glance at his classmates. From what you see, his friend followed Certia Ali closely. My sister is not ashamed, he thought.

“And last thing to remember, the Prophet exemplified how to fight nonviolence. Then ******* that violence against others is not an example of the Apostleullaah. Not the teachings of Islam! So never say the people of the Prophet as ******,” closed Ali in a higher tone than the previous sentence.

Some of the Ustadz involuntarily became seated more upright, as if becoming excited. Some even nodded firmly, showing that he strongly agreed with what Ali said.

“Such as I can tell you. Sorry if there is a wrong word. His name is also a child. Hopefully what I said is useful. Finally, Assalamu alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.”