WAIT FOR ME AT THE DOOR OF HEAVEN
TAPS. Passage. 12 Joseph was sick
"Gifts are not always beautifully wrapped. Sometimes God wraps it up with problems and waiting. Even so, inside the gift is still a blessing."
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"God may our child be a blessing from you. May she be a beautiful Muslim and a believer, with religion and faith in her heart. And make this my righteous wife my heavenly angel" said Joseph then stroked Vivi's belly, in which she had the womb of her love for God, which was about five months old.
"Aamiin Ya Robbal"alamin," said Vivi smiling knots assuring her husband's words.
No one can change the night to the morning if it is not the will of God Nothing can dampen the sunshine if it is not for the will of God. Today God wants to appear in the morning with a bright sunshine on earth.
Morning, it was at Yusuf and Vivi's modest house, "Mas went to the market, Assalamualaikum," but he had not yet stepped out of the house until he collapsed, and fell on the floor.
Vivi who witnessed it arrived - suddenly ran towards her husband then squatted while rocking - shake her husband's body, hoping her husband would wake up, but in reality did not. I also ran out, home to seek help soon then now I have returned with several fathers - fathers who are ready to lift my husband's body.
A few minutes later, I entered the hospital. After the car was parked I immediately went down, and looked for doctors and nurses to immediately give first aid to my husband.
Now mas Yusuf is already in the ICU room, being handled by a doctor. My heart was agitated, afraid that something bad might happen in there. But as much as possible I have to think positively. While waiting for me also take advantage of my time to go to the mosque to pray"a and rest before Him so that my husband is immediately healed. When I arrived at my mosque, I immediately took ablution and performed the prayer of Duha after I finished I looked up to my two hands, "O Allah, Thou art the Almighty. Thou art the living, and Thou the deadly, O God, I rest in the face - Thou hast hoped for healing for my husband for the father of my son. O God, I did not ask my husband's life to be extended, I just asked him to be released from the pain and pain that torments his body. Please tell my husband, God. I want to talk to him for the last time. O Allah, the servant, and trust in You. Surely the life and death of my husband is a will - Mu." My tears can not be held anymore, now, after being satisfied with crying I immediately died of mushola and headed to the ICU where my husband, treated and handled by the Doctor and nurse. While traveling to the room where my husband was, the doctor who handled the husband walked out of the room.
" Dok ... How is my husband?" ask me with glassy eyes, and I almost cry, but as much as I can. "I must be strong, yes I must be strong," my mind encourages itself.
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