The Colorful Work World
Ch. 133 Father's

“Fathers and mothers. Let us pray that his charitable worship be received at His side” said sir ustad while getting ready to start the prayer session.

Right now I'm at my father's grave. His final resting place. When the prayer began, I along with the other pilgrims began to sit directly on the ground. At first I didn't want to do it, because sitting on the ground was dirty. But seeing everyone doing the same pose. I followed them so that there would be no conflict.

Anyway come to think of it, it was a bit impolite to also pray while standing on the tomb. Most of them pray for the mayit there in a sitting position.

“...” Mr. Ustad began to recite a prayer that sometimes I understand sometimes does not know what prayer is. As a good listener, I only asked for his prayers and helped to say Aamiin.

“Alhamdulillahi rabbil alamin” Prayer has finished. Mr. Ustad started giving a little talk when the prayer was over. Only then, one by one of the pilgrims returned to their respective homes.

I myself along with my family was the last group to return home. We cannot stay too long in the tomb, because there is still Bude Weni and also her family still waiting for us. After the tomb, we went back home together and talked for a while. Only when the time was right did Bude along with the others return to Tangerang. He said because he wanted a ball game. So they can't linger here.

He was buried in the morning and we were back home around noon. From noon to afternoon. We received many guests who came after hearing the news about my father gone. Of course, one of the guests who came was my future wife, Uswa. About how I met him and what our story was like. I'll talk about it next time.

Fortunately this Uswa before the father died had had time to meet him. One month after meeting, he fell ill and now he is dead. He works as a Kindergarten teacher and also teaches bimbel so that the schedule is quite solid. I'm glad he still has time to come on a pilgrimage home. Because after this, he still had an event to teach the children.

At this moment I also introduced to Bude Weni and the others about Uswa. Because God willing, he will also be part of our family. Not too long, only about 30 minutes Uswa came and chatted with his mother and other siblings. He said because there are still other activities and saw more and more guests so he gave time to other visitors.

“Be careful ya Uswa on the road.”

“Iya brother, sister also etap patient and firm yes. Now brother is already the oldest boy at home.” After seeing Uswa come home with her omnya, I went back inside.

Our house keeps coming until Maghrib comes. After the night, the number of guests decreases and finally no more guests come. Today we are still not going to do the Yasinan show. In my city C. Each person who died, Yasin read for one week.

Later we will also invite the surrounding residents and also their families and other relatives. So we have to provide snacks, besek, and other foods. Of course I was very astonished, just now we were hit by a disaster, I have to take care of buying food like this. Exit again dong cost, even though the father as the head of the household has just died.

Indeed, when preparing for the Yasinan event was troublesome. But when I saw there were many people who prayed for the safety of my father. My heart is touched and happy. Especially after Yasinan, we also still have to stand by to accompany the children of santri who will read the Koran to khatam quran.

Often, the waiting mother. If I'm so soy sauce that I go straight to sleep after Yasinan.

At the school, it was just me and Arip. Lamda and Yana refused to participate. Unfortunately, Arip had to go back to Jakarta because of his work. In the days that followed, I was the one taking the class.

It is seen that mothers bother every day to prepare food for the Yasinan event for 6 days in a row. Luckily he was not alone, there were brothers who would come to help. There was also a moment when Uswa also came to help my mother. So that mother is not too exhausted at this time.

The body also begins to get tired because every night has to teach until late. Fortunately at this moment, no one fell ill and everyone was in good health. On the last day of tahlilan, there was a moment when we held a meal during the day.

Seeing this, Yana was furious because she thought. The time when his father died, even people gather and eat as if celebrating the death of the parents he loved. Mom and I tried to advise Yana not to think that way. But our words he did not hear at all.

I myself was also actually astonished, but because it was the culture here. We can't do anything about it. Instead of us making a storm and not holding the event, we better be patient and live it with a smile. In his heart, we may be sad.

From my experience of living for 20 years. Sometimes we have to be patient. It is very difficult for a small group like us to fight against a culture that has been rooted for a long time. Instead we bother and hurt do not accept this activity. We better take the positive side.

With us having a meal, at least we have given alms food to our brothers and relatives. At least if we believe, surely God will repay the better. Instantly my feelings became different in the face of this incident. Whether or not every activity is good sometimes depends on our perception. If we see it well, God willing it becomes good. As long as it does not violate the applicable laws and religious rules.

Finished taking care of your father for 7 days. We can breathe a little. Because we already have a break and do not need to do tahlilan every night. But this project is still not finished. At our place, after 7 days. Later there will be another lecture event every 40, 100, up to one year after the death of the father. Every year, we have to do this activity again.

Hopefully by the time it arrives, the condition of the house is more stable so that we can undergo this activity regularly. As more and more people pray for our salvation in nature, God willing it is one way for us to serve our departed parents.

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