THE RELIGIOUS SHORT STORY GROUP
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That afternoon the sun seemed embarrassed to show the heat between the gaps of a set of white clouds, above the universe. The usual haughtiness of piercing the skin of the earth, that day was obscured by the elegance of space. His dazzling embrace, leaving only a light bias that did not burn. Plus the breeze that hummed the shahdu spread cool, inviting the leaves to dance gently with the rest of the clear point of the former cry of nature.
As birdsong echoed between the baby's whirr, a young man sat leaning against an old, wet tree. A small wrinkle on his face showed that the man had undergone many grief tours at almost half the age. His eyes were empty helplessly. While from his mouth occasionally heard the sound of sighs of resignation.
“Ya Allah .. What else should I do? Where should I go? This leg feels no longer able to quay, following the whisper of his own heart .. ” his murmur between the slump of the eyes that are not sound.
The sweat keeps flooding all over the body. Every now and then he rubbed the sweat dripping profusely on his face with the shabby end of his clothes. A poignant ringing on her black lips accompanied her solitude, enduring the pain of the gaping wound on the bare soles of her feet.
“Try your honor to Allah. Ask for His help by establishing many prayers and offering prayers. Allah is All-Hearer of every grievance confides in His servant who is in trouble,” said Abdullah, the friend, yesterday afternoon when the man visited his humble abode.
“I've done all that, Dul! Salat Tahajud, prayer Duha, even to the prayer of Hajat though. All I do without a day's lag, as I keep the five-time duty. I ask God to grant me the fortune for the preparation for the birth of my first child. Nothing more .. That's all. I do not ask for abundant wealth that would be worried to keep my family away from his Lord. But, where all this time? The All-Hearing God? Supremely Acceding? Maha Giving? It's all bullshit! Even until my pregnant wife stepped on almost half the time of giving birth, she still did not give what I asked!” the man's toilet was at length with a stinged breath, holding back the anger that was beginning to peak.
“Istighfar .. Ismat, Friend! Istighfarlah! It is not good for you to berate God like that,” Abdullah said as he patted the shoulder of his friend Ismat. “Sabar, yes! Better drink first. Delete your anger with this water .… ”
Ismat took a glass of water offered by Abdullah.
“Read first bismillah, Friend,” Abdullah whispered in Ismat's ear gently.
Ismat held his glass for a moment before obeying. After reciting the divine preamble, a little heavy and forced, the young man began to drink the delicacy of clear water into his dry and tight throat.
“How? Feels kind of better, right?” abdullah asked with a smile.
“Dimming ... ” Reply Cold Ismat.
“Alhamdulillah .. say thank youdulillah .. ” Abdullah continued to pat Ismat on the shoulder. This time it was a bit harder than before.
“Iyaaaa .. alhamdulillah .. !” sulkan Ismat.
Abdullah laughed at the attitude of his childhood friend. “Now you go home first, or .. continue your efforts to support your family. May soon God grant your prayers, my friend! Inshaa Allah .… ”
That was Abdullah's last words yesterday afternoon. Ismat immediately went home and gave all the proceeds of the sale of junk that day to his wife. Yes, everyday he can only go around to various places to look for plastic waste scattered on the streets. Next, he collected it and sold it to a shelter. From the sale of waste, Ismat was able to provide a living for the family.
With a small income, just enough for the cost of living together with his wife. Yes, just to meet the need for food. Soon there will be an increase in one obligation that must be fulfilled, but for the cost of labor and buying baby diapers only, Ismat is still confused. Don't know where to look for extras? He could borrow money from neighbors or relatives. But how will I return it? It's definitely not gonna be able to.
A few days after the visit to Abdullah's house, the night after the Isya prayer, his best friend suddenly came to the house. Carrying a large enough package.
“But what if someday you have another child?” ask Ismat confused.
“Not to worry, my friend! The child is a trust from God. We're sure he won't stay silent. There must be a part of the windpipe even if only a piece of string.”
Ismat hugged Abdullah tightly. No tears just flow felt the sincerity of the friend to help him.
“You already have a Family Card, right? Husband and wife ID?” ask Abdullah later.
“There, everything is complete. What do you want?”
“Tomorrow morning we leave for the Social Service Office to ask for a letter of recommendation. After that, we go to the Office of the Health Office.”
“Make what?”
“Making an application for a National Health Insurance Card and a Healthy Indonesia Card for the preparation of your wife's birth. Later can give birth at Puskesmas or other health care places without a dime. Because everything is covered by the government, my friend! Okay?”
“But what about your work?”
“I've asked my wife's permission, tomorrow will not work first goods a day. Besides, my wife still has a stash of daily spending money left over. So if only a day does not find waste waste, it feels like we do not have to fast all day. Hehe. Inshaa Allah .… ”
Once again Ismat hugged the body of his friend tightly while giving thanks.
Perhaps that is the answer that God has given to the prayers of Ismat all this time. Prostrate in Tahajud and strive in Duha. Begging to be given a blessing and halal fortune. The abundance of money that comes magically from the sky or also unexpected surprises.
But it turns out that God actually grants it in the form of a friend who sincerely helps, comes at a time of worry and help when the faith is almost empty.
O Allah .. enjoy what we deny? So easy to deny just because judging the windfall from You in the form of rupiah. You give without us though.
The voice I saw azan broke the reverie of Ismat who was busy thinking about a lot of sins. With a little limp, this man tried to get up from his backrest, then slowly stepped bare feet towards the sound of prostration calls in Zuhr time.
(The windfall is not just money and possessions. Children, health, friends, advice, etc., are a fortune of infinite value. Salat is not a ritual means of seeking wealth. But as one form of our gratitude to God for all the blessings we have received).
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