The Stambul Quran
Investigating the strangeness of Jafar

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A moment later the Jin leader of the place called his men to attack me when arriving from my navel felt something move. Which turned out to be a centipede, which was about to enter my stomach…..???

Subhanallah.., their little boy's play showed me then snapped at the Jin leader.

“Tell your men, the one who imprisoned Dalang Anyi anyi is me. So do not need to show the child's game like this.” I said then read a series of prayers of prayers and verses of the chair, while patting the flash of a fireball thrown at me.

Then the fireball fell before me and Zul sir and turned into dozens of centipedes and insects. Mr. Zul was strangled because he felt disgusted with the animal. While the genie leader was frightened and finally willing to leave the place without any requirements.

“Pak why did you say a child's game when it was in the world of shamanism is often used and feared people ?” Ask Mr. Zul to me.

“Yes sir, but sorry in advance, I do not mean arrogant. But indeed the game Santet is in the category of lowliness for the spiritual world. Because the main purpose of Satan is not that, but to make people lose their Faith in God. Not to lose human life.” My answer.

“But it concerns human life sir, and cannot be taken lightly ?” Ask Zul sir.

“Iya right sir, it is not a trivial thing. But what we must know first is that the purpose of Satan tempts man not to believe and abandon his God. Become a follower of the devil. The second if we die because of Santet and so on, because we hold on to the truth then we have‘Status’ Syahid ( Ukhrowi /Hereafter ) for holding fast to our faith in God even though life is at stake. So I have never been afraid of Santet, not that I am Great, but because I believe in my life and death in the hands of Allah.” I was clear to Mr. Zul.

“Well the person who died because of the santet sir ?” Ask Mr. Zul again.

“Death is something for sure sir, only we don't know when, where and for what reason. I could have died because of witchcraft, whatever the cause of our death was unimportant. Our origin still brings our faith to God when we die.” I answered Zul sir.

He only mangosteen mangosteen then invited me to see the ongoing process of sagging.

Mr. Zul listened to the prayers offered by the local Rois.

“Owh is read when sagging like this, if that is the daily prayer prayer right ?” comment Mr. Zul.

“Ya is like that sir, the difference is usually we pray for ourselves if the penduri like this is guaranteed by many people because of congregation. Adi no harm right, although also not mandatory ?” I said.

“Yes sir, it really is like that, apparently I almost fell victim to the wrong news. In the past the info that went into me kenduri was sort of giving offerings to Jin.” Said Mr. Zul.

“Yes if it may indeed have a sir, but also a few people like that, not all of them. And that kind of thing should be straightened out not even in the enemy.” My answer.

“Means there really is such a thing ?” Ask Mr. Zul.

“There is a pack, I do not deny it. who in his agreement (speech ) calls this for this danyang, and that and others in order to be given safety, he said, that is what we must make clear by praying to God. Asking only to God is not to creatures.” My answer.

“Kalo which so including Syirik pack ?” Ask Mr. Zul.

“I do not dare to punish Syirik sir, because if mistaken can even me who became shirk. But if it is wrong (According to the Shari'a of Islam) it is. But do not directly in the Shirk Verdict, because it could be their intention to also ask God but it might be the wrong way.” I answered Zul sir.

“Kok can be so pack right it's clearly mistaken ?” protest mr. Zul.

“Iya, but mistaken does not mean directly to be Shirk sir. Because the Eminence is in the heart not on objects or ‘Sekedar’ greeting.” I was clear to Mr. Zul.

 “This is what makes me so confused, max how is it pack ?” Ask Mr. Zulkifly.

To make it easier to accept I give a picture that often happens in human life, I thought.

“Father ever had a headache ?” I asked Mr. Zul.

“lah what does it have to do sir ?” Ask Zul sir.

“Please answer my question, later you will know what I mean.” My love for him.

“Ya is obviously once sir, his name is also an ordinary man.” The answer.

If you get a headache then take what medicine?” I asked Mr. Zul who was more confused. Thought my question was far from the subject.

“Ya medicine containing paracetamol let his headache heal.” Reply Mr. Zul rather irritated.

“Means sir Zul considers that the cure of headaches is paracetamol, not God ? Is that way Mr Zul is considered Shirk ?” tanyaku later.

Mr. Zulkifly gasped in shock at my comment.

“Yes not so sir ? that is our effort as humans to recover from illness.” His protest.

“Indeed, sir, means paracetamol and Mr. Zul's speech can not be considered Shirk. For it is belief that heals God with the will of the medicine. That's what I mean Shirk is in the heart not on objects and ‘Sekedar’apan pak.” I answered Zul sir.

(The fathom is sometimes unconsciously our speech Fiqh or Islamic Law can be considered Shirk but not so)

“Owh is so…. Yes, it is so, the fact that happens people unconsciously often say that the cure is the drug or the doctor. But it's just a word of mouth, they keep faith in God and believe the one who heals is God.” Comment Mr. Zul while mangosteen mangosteen.

Finally Mr. Zul can understand what I mean, that it should not accuse the person of Shirk Kafir and so on just for making a small mistake that he may not realize. Even if you have to remind her of her mistake.

After the event was over I also say goodbye to him and ask permission for Amir and friends. Because it was night time I asked Amir who brought a motorbike, while I was picking up rather than catching a cold on the way because of the night wind.

When he was about to leave, Mr. Zul gave a parcel of the results of the sagging to me and the group.

“This is not a presentation, sir ?” my god to Zul sir.

“Well, I don't understand now. Thanks for the explanation.” Said Mr. Zul while laughing. I also laughed, so that this atmosphere of familiarity is always awake. In addition to giving a little explanation, it actually had a positive impact on my efforts, because almost every customer who buys seeds to me is not just buying break up (out of purchase yes already ) but every need to contact or become a customer is not just a buyer. And help recommend a brother or friend who needs similar services and goods to me.

Thank God that I almost never empty the order, if not new buyers from the recommendation of the old buyer yes the old buyers who repeat the order will always be there.

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Arriving at NIsa's house my daughter was asleep, but it had become a habit if her father came home to be awakened to ask for a allowance. So that Fatimah immediately woke Nisa to collect the Gift because her father had just returned home. Although not directly eaten, but Nisa must save the souvenirs first to share with her friends besuk. Then Nisa went back to sleep. Fatimah who looks still sleepy even I let go of sleep first, while I accompanied Jafar.

While Sidiq had fallen asleep, only Jafar was awake as usual.

“You're always sleeping late, he kept saying he wanted to tell me the same story. What do you want to tell Jafar ?” I asked Jafar.

“Iya well, but dad don't get mad ya ?” jafar said, which confused me.

“Jafar if still afternoon sleep scared well ?” jafar.

“Takut….? Scared what son ?” I asked while stroking Jafar's hair.

“Kalo Jafar sleeps in the afternoon just wake up feeling exhausted.” Answer Jafar.

I was silent for a moment to hear Jafar's answer.how is possible, early sleep just when I woke up feeling exhausted.

“Means Jafar how ?” many wonder.

“Jafar every sleep is always a dream come to grandma and forced to practice pencak silat well...!?!” jafar said like a frightened person.

“Well Just a dream, Jafar ?” I said.

“But Jafar feels exhausted well, upon waking up. So do not dare to sleep in the afternoon, if the dream afternoon sleep also becomes longer.” Answer Jafar.

“So who made you in the dream son ?” I asked Jafar.

“Don't know well don't know but grandma grandma maksa Jafar until Jafar exhausted every morning wake.” Jafar said sadly.

I don't want to speculate with my own mind, but I have to investigate what happened to my son Jafar.

“Yaudah now you go to bed only, father temenin yuk !” take me to Jafar.

“Jafar taku well, once Jafar fell asleep grandma grandma was always coming and forced Jafar to practice until before dawn.” said Jafar.

“Eatya dad temenin, let's not disturb the grandmother's grandmother in a dream. And don't forget to pray before going to bed.” I said to Jafar.

With a little forced Jafar finally wanted to go into his room. And I told Fatimah first if I wanted to sleep with Jafar. Because I feel tired myself too.

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Jafar POVs

Jafar was afraid of Jafar's father, so he was forced to lie down in the room. Jafar saw father enter the room, Jafar pura closed his eyes. But Jafar actually did not sleep, Jafar still felt the kiss of the father on Jafar's forehead. And before long the father who fell asleep, may be exhausted from work until night.

Jafar was agitated once every time he was about to sleep, who the fierce grandmother really was. Why always come in Jafar's dreams.

Forgive Jafar well, had lied because Jafar did not dare to sleep early like this. The hand of the father who held Jafar very strong makes Jafar uncomfortable. But want to get rid of also do not dare to fear Dad woke up. Finally Jafar chose to be quiet, rather than disturb my father's sleep.

Jafar's eyes were sleepy, although trying to stay awake but eventually fell asleep as well. Know that Jafar had been brought by his grandmother in a large field.

Jafar was forced to run and carry loads and other exhausting activities, and so on every night. Sometimes also invited to compete with the fierce grandmother, until my body sometimes hurt hit the stick.

Sometimes jafar asked the grandmother, “why not mas Sidiq only invited to practice. Jafar did not like this at all, so that Sidiq mas only he could protect Jafar and Nisa Jafar's sister as well.” But the grandmother was always angry and hit Jafar and just said, “don't protest” while hitting Jafar continues and Jafar was told to avoid. Inevitably Jafar had to avoid hitting Galak's grandmother's wand.

Jafar was very tired, after a long time in forced to avoid the blows of the grandmother's wand. after jafar actually tired the fierce grandmother just stopped and told Jafar to rest. And know you know you've been awakened father was told to pray Dawn.

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Yasin POV's

“Jafar,, let's wake up laddie now !” I woke Jafar who was sleeping with sweat on his forehead. Is last night still a dream of being forced to practice kanuragan again. Then I checked Jafar's pulse, his pulse was very fast like a person had finished physical exercise or other sports.

Subhanallah, when last night I obviously hugged all night why this is still happening. I feel sorry for my son Jafar. Let me not burden him with physical activity during the day. Let more rest until the dream does not happen again.

Usually I train my children Sidiq and Jafar to help work to the extent of his ability. And limited to training so as not to be a lazy child. But with what Jafar experienced I became heartless.

But other problems will also arise if Sidiq will be envious if Jafar I do not ask while Sidiq I ask. His name is also a child child must be vulnerable to feeling so, I thought.

I became confused myself, let me talk to my wife Fatimah later.

Apparently Jafar so much silence because he held this all along. pity this child, still a child has experienced this, my inner.

After the dawn prayer I saw Jafar sleeping in the mujahadah room again, when I wanted to be awakened by Fatimah I forbade him.

“Do not pity the child fatigue.” I said.

“Jafar heck sleep late at night keep mas, tell dong not to sleep late continue.” Fatimah.

“Light first I will tell you now make me coffee first, later I tell while copying.” My love for Fatimah.

Fatimah immediately heated the water to brew coffee, and I waited in the living room. While Sidiq is ready to sweep the yard and exercise. Not to forget also while taking Nisa's sister. Sometimes I wonder with Nisa who is more obedient to Sidiq than to me her father, what the hell is my sin. I said in my heart.

Not until ten minutes later Fatimah had come to bring her coffee and the sweet for herself.

“What exactly is mas, kok Jafar can not be built in?” Fatimah asked as she placed the coffee on the table.

“Thank you coffee, relax first do not need to be too serious so dong.” I said, lighting my cigarette.

“Soal children should be serious dong mas ?” replied Fatimah.

“Iya but don't strain so also times.” I said to Fatimah.

“What exactly is ? Don't play guess what that guess is why mas ?” Fatimah sulks.

“Sabar used to be Fat, mas also confused to start a story from where. But clearly Jafar was experiencing something strange, and I just investigated.” My answer was to open the conversation.

Fatimah seemed enthusiastic to listen to my words, and seemed impatient waiting for the continuation of my story….???

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