The Golden Voice
MOTIVATIONAL SENTENCE 03

“Tell me even if it's just one ayat”

I dream. Back to my childhood when I was 7. At that time, when I was invited by my father to attend a lecture in order to commemorate the night of Lailatul Qadar at the largest mosque in my city.

Although I can not understand the content of the tausyiah, but there is one hadith that makes me continue to remember it, until now.

“From Abdillah bin Amr bin Ash RA, indeed Prophet Muhammad SAW said, "Tell me even one verse. Tell me about the Children of Israel and it is okay. Whoever lies in my name, then be prepared to get his seat from the fire of hell.” (Sukhari).

A sentence that sounds very easy to do, but in reality it contains a very deep meaning and is not as easy as this Reason to understand. 

“Tell me even if it's just one ayat”

That sentence, really gave me motivation, a very strong motivation. Moreover, what was conveyed by the Preacher was very touching the heart. There was no hate speech or threat of fright.

I woke up, momentarily pondering.

"I want to be a preacher like him"

"Huff", I sighed.

"Maybe I'm thinking too seriously about this. In fact, my job is only to teach classes, deliver material with an easy understanding. But, I was worried, what I was going to say made them not understand and instead contain a lot of interpretation"

I went to immediately take ablution water, perform tahajud prayers and ask for convenience to the Owner of the Facility.

After the tahajud prayer, I taught until dawn. After that, I went to the mosque to pray there.

After the mosque, I took a walk. The air in the morning before sunrise is very cool and cold.

"This tree reminds me of a Hafidzah yesterday. Can I meet him again?"

"Bude! Pakde!!"

I heard the voice of a santriwati calling. This curiosity finally wanted to know.

"Bude, sirde! If you want to go to the market, I want to come. So don't leave me. I'll be back to change clothes"

A santriwati who was still wearing a rukuh came to the kitchen after finishing praying at the mosque.

"Right spirit, who is he? Student or relative Bude? Rarely does a santriwati bother about the kitchen" I murmured.

Then I walked back to the dorm.

*****

"Time for class, bismillah"

I stopped in front of the classroom door before entering the santriwan class to teach the qur'an tafsir there.

"Robbis rohlii shodrii, wa yassirlii amrii, wahlul 'uqdatam mil lisaani yafqohu qoulii", I pray.

"Assalamu'alaikum", I said to all the santri.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam wa rahatullaahi wa barakatu", reply they are compact.

However, the compactness was accompanied by looking at each other for a moment after seeing my arrival.

"Who is he?"

"Yes, who is he?"

"Sorry, are you going to convey something related to our course from Kiai Lecturer Abdul Ghani?", asked a santri.

"In the meantime, I'll introduce myself"

I introduced my full name to them and conveyed the intention of my arrival in their class, which was to teach a course of recitation of the Qur'an to replace Kiai Abdul Ghani who was in the hospital.

My explanation is that I still continue, there are already some santri talking about me.

"Assegaf's? Is he really from the Assegaf? Wow very good him"

"How can he still be a student but be able to teach classes? Is he that smart?"

"No substitute? Why is Kiai Abdul Ghani a student? I don't believe this"

The words that immediately made my ears hot, "Why are people easy to comment on such trivial things", my mind squinted at lips.

"It seems, he's not a friendly person"

Hearing that remark, my eyes instantly turned sharp. I ignored him and started to open the book.

"Well, can we start our material today?" I said, cutting off all the yawning tires that were heating up the entire classroom.

*****

"It turns out, it's not that easy to teach in a classroom. Their curiosity was very high but they deliberately tested my patience with the questions that infuriated me"

"hfff, astaghfirulla"

"Patience? Not enough just to be patient, Thaha", Sela Alisha came to me who was resting in the classroom foyer.

"And it's not that easy that I can accept all your words that always make me impaled", I replied.

"What?"

I walked right away leaving him. He and I both have harsh words that are easy to say. But sometimes he is unaware of his own words.

I went up to the tree again.

"He's, not here"

I sat down on that tree.

"It turns out very convenient. The huge angsana tree. No wonder this place is suitable for shelter and calm the mind"

"Oh my God, please help me fix my emotions" I prayed. Then I closed my eyes for a moment.

The breeze brought sleeping pills for this self who felt comfortable resting under the tree, making me even less anxious to move.

"Mughrome.. Qolbi Bihubbika Mughrom"

"Yes Musthofanal Mukarrom"

"Yes Rasulallah"

"Mughrome.. Qolbi Bihubbika Mughrom"

"Yes Musthofanal Mukarrom"

"Yes Rasulallah"

A girl came up with her sholawat humming. I did not realize his arrival.

"Goddess? Anyone wearing my shelter? Who is he?", said the girl.

He is Noah. That place turned out to be the place that Noah used to shelter. Now, there's someone wearing it. Namely, i. But I don't know him at all.

"Student? The senior? A lecturer? Or Ustadz?, how handsome. Oops!!", he said a little grimace.

"What should I do? This is my place"

"Hmm.", for a moment Noah looked at my face that looks cool and very shady while being closed (for him).

"Please.. Help me", I said.

"Eh? Is he hurt? Why would he ask for help? Slacking times, hihi", Nuha grew even more grim.

"Oh my God", I said again.

"God willing, really look at the sleeping face of this mamas"

Noah blushed a little. Then, he tried to sit next to me and continued his sholawat chant back.

"Thoha.. Jud Binadroh Ilayya"

"Thoha.. Yes ‘adhimal-Jah"

"Thoha.. Jud Binadroh Ilayya"

"Thoha.. Yes ‘adhimal-Jah"

"Mughrome.. Qolbi Bihubbika Mughrom"

"Yes Musthofanal Mukarrom"

"Yes Rasulallah"

"That voice? I could hear it again", my mind began to wake up and shaded with sholawat chants from Nuha.

"He said my name. Nope. It was the Prophet's sholawat. Mughrome. Sholawat is very melodious and touches the heart. I want to know who chanted it, but I can't open my eyes"

"Mughrome.. Qolbi Bihubbika Mughrom"

"Yes Musthofanal Mukarrom"

"Yes Rasulallah"

"nggiiing.", the sound of mosquitoes began to greet around my face. Noah, who heard the voice, stopped.

"Goddess? There's mosquitoes"

"Pity if he gets bitten"

"Plak!!", a slap was present on my right cheek.