The Pledge of Love The Hafizh Qur'An
stay away from suul khatimah (extra part)

Currently the family had gathered in one of the first-class wards,

Where Umma Hasna held her first grandchild very carefully.

There was a happy hue there, while next to him was Umma Rahma sitting in her wheelchair.

A little sad, because he can only see while smiling. Because both of his hands could not work properly so that he could not carry Ziya with both hands, even though he wanted to.

"Mba Rahma wants to kiss Ziya?" Umma Hasna offered, while Rahma just nodded, until Ziya's face approached Rahma. So that Umma can kiss the tiny cheeks that are still reddish.

"It's so pretty." Mumbled Umma Rahma with the corner of her eyes that grow but her lips still develop her smile.

"It's pretty, funny. So fat." Umma Hasna chuckles. Same with Rahma.

Until the baby was carried again by Umma Hasna, bringing him closer to Ustadz Rahmat, while Umma Rahma just looked at the two of them.

On the other hand Abi Irsyad directly approached the wife giving a soft rub on Rahma's shoulder, which made the wife feel better.

Tok tok... A knock made everyone there turn to the door, and found Huda and his wife.

"Assalamualaik." Greet Mr. Huda with his big voice and a little loud as usual.

"Walaikumsalam... Yes Kareem... My brother." Ustadz Rahmat welcomed, alternating with Ustadz Irsyad who rubbed Rahma's shoulder for a moment and then stepped closer to the door hugging the stocky body of Huda.

"Two grandpas finally have grandchildren? I doang loh belom." Said Mr. Huda Chuckling.

"So quickly ask for the marriage, Moses or his Zahra." Ustadz Irsyad.

"Let's rich yeah tadz..." Saut ustadz Rahmat.

"It's true." Ustadz Irsyad.

"Pengen anyway, but Zahranya there is no candidate."

"Yes in Carikan dong." Answer ustadz Rahmat.

"How else, he did not want to. He said he still did not accept another heart. I don't know... All this time he always refused the proposal of a man who wanted to propose her. I don't know who that kid is." Chuckles, while ummi Siti just silence. He approached Umma Hasna giving in, then to Noah congratulated him after he approached the veiled woman sitting in his wheelchair.

"Assalamualaikum mbak Rahma." Sapa Siti's feet immediately embraced Rahma's body because she felt pity.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah sis." Umma Rahma replied, looking sad at this time, Rahma's tone changed not like before.

"How are you? Rahma's better, isn't she?" Ask Siti. Rahma nodded.

"Yes, brother." Her narrowed eyes indicated she was smiling. But the corners of his eyes look like water.

"Thank God, congratulations. I have a grandchild now."

"Yes, dear brother... I'm so happy to still have the chance to see my first grandchild." Reply Rahma. Siti smiled with pity, in her hand Rahma's right hand gave her strength.

"Mbak should be excited again therapy huh. To be able to return to health as usual." Said Mr. Huda.

"Yes, Mr. Huda." Reply Rahma. Ustadz Irsyad rubbed his eyes, really he did not feel the heart once to see the condition of Rahma now, where Mr. Huda immediately patted the shoulder of Ustadz Irsyad while shaking slowly. Because he always asked Ustadz Irsyad not to look sad in front of Rahma... So that Rahma also did not feel sad because of that.

Until a few hours later...

Ustadz Irsyad had just arrived at his house, because of the condition of Umma Rahma, their room moved back to the first floor, which was special for guests.

In the room, Ustadz helped to change his wife's clothes, with great patience.

"Why do I have to be combed again?"

"Let's be more beautiful."

"But Rahma's gray hair looks all over." Whine while chuckling

"It's okay." Ustadz Irsyad leaned her body around Umma Rahma from behind. "You're still beautiful for me." Ustadz Irsyad said while peeling the base of Rahma's head.

Hearing that, even the tears that had been blocked had dripped. Rahma sobbed suddenly made ustadz Irsyad change his position, he sat on the lip of the bed with a wheelchair facing towards him.

"Why my Khumaira... Why cry?"

"Rahma sad... Sorry."

"Ssssttt don't apologize. It's okay, sweetie. Let's spill your grief, knowing you've been holding it all this time." Ustadz Irsyad said, while Rahma was more and more reluctant to cry for a while, until she could completely control herself.

"Is it better?" Ustadz Irsyad asked as Rahma's cries began to subside. Rahma nodded slowly. "Now, what makes you sad?"

"Hiks... Rahma wants to carry our grandchild but can't. Rahma also wants to petrify the baby but can't, Rahma wants to welcome the birth of our first grandchild but can't." Sobbing again.

"It's not possible, you're just waiting to get well, baby. Later if it's healed it can definitely carry."

"Yes if it's healed... If not?"

"Sir, don't think no, why the hell? I'm telling you, your recovery comes because of your faith." Ustadz Irsyad wiped Rahma's tears.

"Hiks... Yes but Rahma is afraid of me."

"Fear what deck?"

"Rahma is afraid of death. Even when I sleep. Rahma was afraid she could not wake up again."

"Dek Rahma, I told you never to think a no-no. Death doesn't just come because we are sick. It could be that a healthy mas precedes you, right?" Ustadz Irsyad said to Rahma who was still sobbing. "It's your test, baby, you have to be sincere... If you complain it's a sign you're not sincere."

"Rahma does not complain mas, Rahma is only afraid because the worship charity of Rahma has not been much. Added to my past mistakes, Rahma is afraid to go to hell, mas."

Ustadz Irsyad sighed. "Sir, our fate is not determined as badly as we were in the past, but what makes the determinant is the practice at the end of life." Ustadz Irsyad.

"Why do we say that, because there is a hadith that sounds like this, 'deed the practice depends on its closure' (HR. Bukhari). People are too afraid of death because they think of sin in the past to prevent us from getting a khatimah husnul, he said, but do not realize that what we need to do is not lamenting the mistakes in the past but to stay away from the khatimah. Where death comes when we are not in a state of faith. That's why we always ask you to always repent and repent and do good deeds deck. So what? Our habits influence when death comes, do not focus on wanting a long life in order to live for a long time. But try to be a servant of God who even awaits when death comes for us. You must know the deck, the best man should not fear his death, for indeed death will come to us, when the leaf of the Hedge bearing our name falls, and we have to be ready for that."

"Berhusnuzon is my dear... Believing that we are servants of God who will meet our Lord in good condition. Therefore, we always ask you to recite Allah, O Allah, O Allah, nil khotimah every time you pray, if necessary until these eyes drain tears. Deck... Trying to do good. Not afraid of death." Ustadz Irsyad hugged his wife's body in tears.

"Mas is also afraid, it's humane. But as true believers, we must also prepare for it." Said him with his voice. "Mas loves you deck Rahma. Loves you so much. Mas still hope you are healthy again, so you have to keep the spirit yes in order to be able to accompany the mas, with a longer time."

"Hiks... Yes, yes, yes." The two hugged each other tightly.

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Note:

What if we still have some sins? The best step is to repent immediately. Don't hide in the word later, then hope for long life.

Because in fact we never know how our age rations will be ended.

How many words 'later' have taken its toll. Until many of them assume they want to live again in this world in order to repeat the time that was once open, but there is no longer a chance for them.

And at this time we can still choose which path we will take. Stay lit up with the mirage of the world, or run to our axis. Worship with the fullest possible pursuit of the real afterlife for us.