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85.what is our part in the world?

“What's our part in the world, Ustadz?” Hazri asks Faruq about the material of Jum’atnya sermon just now. Prophet's Hadith, “Reach your Hereafter, but do not forget your part in the world.”.

“All that is rightfully ours in the world,” replied Faruq.

“Example?”

“Home, land, rice field.... All of them, our right. Not what comes from illegal acts. Stealing or robbing results for example.”

“Harta means, Ustadz?”

“Iya, the halal.”

“Then the throne?”

“Sama.”

“Women?”

“Sama also.”

Hazri. “So, our part in this world is the treasure, the throne, and the lawful woman. So, Ustadz?”

“Iya.”

Hazri mangosteen again. “Then, how can that treasure, throne, and woman save us in the hereafter?”

“By using it according to Allah's command. Take out his property zakat, do not use the position wrongly. Wear everything for the benefit of the people.”

“If women? For the benefit of the people as well?” Hazri cengennesan's.

“Hush.. .” Faruq. “We educate the wife to obey religion, sincerely filial to her husband. Mandatory given a living born and inner and do not be hurt. That's how it is among other things. It is in accordance with the teachings of the Prophet. This is difficult to explain, Mr. Haji does not have a wife anyway.”.

They both laughed.

“What time is it, Ustadz? Wal Ashr, for the sake of time.”

Faruq. “Iya. I guess time is also our part in this world.”

“Which is the same treasure, throne, and woman?”

Faruq was silent again.

“Allah says Wal Ashr. No Divine Word says for treasure, for the throne, or for women.”

“Iya, yes right. I guess time is more important than that three,” replied Faruq finally. His head nodded slowly.

“Why could be more important huh, Ustadz? Is it because time happens one way? Can't go back?” hazri Fishing.

Faruq sighed. “Can also be because of that I guess.”

Hazri. “Then time itself is actually what the hell, Ustadz? Seconds of the hour or days of the hijri date?”

Faruq was silent for a long time. A little down with a frown.

“Might...,” Hazri answered her own question. Pity seeing Faruq frown so.

Faruq immediately raised his face. “Iya, age. That's right, age..”.

“Wadd. If so do not know we allot our time in this world huh? Must hurry dong. Late runyam..,” said Hazri.

Faruq looked at Hazri, as if probing.

“Down, Ustadz? You know the time when used to take care of possessions, thrones, and women. Not exhausted. We don't know when our time ends. Bagusan directly to the afterlife, huh? The eternal. Is this now only temporary? It's good to be there, there's no time.” said Hazri with a smile.

Faruq gawked at what Hazri said was true. Why didn't he who was ustadz think about it? Though, ‘simple’ case.

“Wah, the more mature the day the knowledge Pak Haji this.”

“Coach is Ustadz Faruq...”

They laugh again. Then, move his seat to a bench under a large banyan tree beside the mosque. There is a renovation in this mosque. That's the exchange already wants to start work again after Jum’atan. Regular, non budget funds “Haji Mahmud’. It has to be spent. It is also called non budget....

The conversation continued there.

“Soal worship, Ustadz. Actually all the worship we do this for what the hell?” Hazri opens a forum.

“Yes, to get closer to Allah.”

“Not for reward hunting?” hazri Fishing.

“Should not. But, Allah does promise a reward for every worship performed by His servant, who is sincere.”

Hazri. “Not reward huh? Means not heaven also dong?”

Faruq. Is correct. If it is not the reward that is hunted, it should not be to heaven as well as its target. Why do so in the storm want to feel the wine while hugged by an angel? But, if not to heaven then where? Cook to hell? It was Faruq. Confused him.

“Hoi Ustadz. How come bengong? How's it?”

Faruq looked at Hazri. Then the head-scalks.

“Yeah, it's a buzz. Wh why? Pain?”

“True, Mr. Haji, confused me. If you don't want to go to heaven, where do you want to go?” he also said, finally Faruq.

Faruq scratching his head. Hazri clutches her forehead. Illusive.

Not why-why. As per Mr. Subakir's mandate, understanding the truth is only for those who need it. Don't be forced to accept this if you don't need it, shalim the law. Do not be rejected by those who really need it. Zhalim too. Only, there are characteristics of people who need the truth but only to the level of curiosity with those who are ready to receive. You have to be careful here. Of course Hazri knew Faruq needed a grasp of the truth. But, the feature is ready to accept it does not exist. If the term Mr. Subakir first, wait for the sign.

“Well, our dizziness goes back to the beginning again, Ustadz. The purpose of worship that draws near to God. Closer to Allah..”.

Hazri deliberately suppressed the pronunciation of this last sentence. That was the answer to Faruq's confusion about heaven earlier. Who knows, this friend can catch a signal. Wait for a reaction for a while, it turns out Faruq is still ‘telmi’ aka late thinking. No sign yet. Yes, yes, continue.

“Ustadz, come to think of it, every worship there must be a point huh?”

Faruq nodded, though hesitated.

“Isn't that the point, Ustadz? You see, the purpose of worship to get closer to God is the same, right? Valid for all worship?”

“Iya, all worship that purpose. But, essentially..”.

“Why? Variety?”

“Not..,” Faruq shook his head. “Aw. Honestly, Mr. Haji, I don't know what the whole point of worship is. It should be the same because the goal is the same. But, what?”

Hazri does not demean Faruq. It's not that easy. He could understand after being guided by Mr. Subakir. Previously, the same was confused. Worse than Faruq. Worship, worship, worship, but do not know the point. Anyway the stump, keep the palm wide open. It's good to insist on asking for this, asking for it's shameless. If not, get angry. They accuse God of being unfair, no dear. Wow, that's right. He was not a servant or slave or jongos, but bravely nagged the Supreme Master. Lapsed.

“lya, what is it? Close, close, close.... Worship to draw near to God. Various worship the same purpose. There should be a point dong...,” Hazri murmured. Pretend the same do not understand so that Faruq does not feel defeated. Because, it is not the intention of Hazri to invite his best friend.

Faruq was still silent. It was obvious that he was thinking hard.

“For example, so that I can feel close to my girlfriend, what should I do?” Hazri muttered again. “To feel close to the wife, husbands should how?” he's in a vibe again. Make it easier.

Faruq grimacing. “If Eneng the origin of enough money, later also he approached himself, hehehe..”.

Hazri laughed too. “That's the Eneng who approached, if Ustadznya so feel close not after love money?”

“Ngak. Loss yes.., hahaha..,” Faruq laughs.

They laugh again too.

“It's hard to be a wife. Different cases. Remember the courtship age. Try, try..., how is it? How was that time so that we could always feel close to doi?” lure Hazri again. Pretend to think of him too.

“Eemm, so that you feel close, just remember..,” ceplos Faeuq.

Hazri smiled inwardly. “Huah, that's right, Ustadz. Busyet, just remember to forget..” said Hazri rather cheer. Pretending too.

Even Faruq was shocked. You see, the answer is a fad, rather than nothing at all. Not the result of thought, thoughtless not to meet. He was also a bit stunned. “Iya, yes. Remember...,” he muttered. Then came many verses of the Qur’an about remembering Allah.

“Wah, many verses yes?” ask Hazri.

Faruq nodded steadily. Know exactly him. “New partially. If every word dzikr or dzikrullah in the translation of al-Qur’an replaced remember, full.”.

“So in order to feel close to God we must remember Him a lot. So?” hazri Fishing.

Faruq nodded. “You can rest easy too. Only by insinuating Me will you calm down, as Allah says.”

Hazri. Back to the initial question.

“So, the point of all worship is remember him?”

Faruq nodded again.

Hazri was still waiting for the sign, who knows. Faruq was also silent, looking pondering. A little long awaited, did not appear also the sign.

Hazri smiled inwardly. True said Mr. Subakir, the sign can not be provoked its appearance. If not, the time is still not yet, even if it is near. Just the smell that has been smelled, its form is still somewhere. Yeah already, how are you going? Everything She.

“But, Mr. Haji, eemm this is a secret yes..,” whispered Faruq.

Hazri nodded quickly. Who knows this.

“I also think like Mr. Haji that, wear prayer beads. Read Yes Rahman Ya Rahim at least ten thousand times a day. But, why do I not feel close to God?” faruq. “That's it, He's still there...”.

Actually, there is no sign yet. Hazri pretended to be a mangosteen.

“Sorry, the intention may be, Mr Ustadz?”

“Ngak ah...,” Faruq shook his head. “He wants taqarrub to Allah.”

“How is it possible?”

“Where is it, Mr Haji?”

“Yee, I don't know either. But, let's reflect. Dzikir that is the essence of worship, can be said the soul of all worship. Means that dzikir is not just a reading that is repeated using prayer beads. Understanding dhikr is not just time is twisting prayer beads, right? It should be a lot more graceful than just that. Yes no?”

Faruq nodded.

“The summary of all worship is only worth twisting the prayer beads while repeating the reading of Asmaul Husna? Dhikr is his memory, not his reading let alone just the number of repetitions that are several tens or several thousand times. It should be a holy memory to Him. Lasting memory, continuous without pause. So possible. What about Ustadz?”

Faruq sighed. Nodding slowly and then contemplating again.

“Funny. Sometimes or even often, when twirling prayer beads that are said to be recollecting, the memory of God just does not remember. Going everywhere, some jump to the money, to the rice, to the wife, to the office, to the case, etc. The time is praying the same, especially fasting. Just remember to be hungry, hahaha.... In fact, the essence of all worship is dzikrullah. Without it, it's like a fart. It smells like a loud. No one else, Ustadz, I myself did too, long ago.” Hazri said. The word ‘dulu’ is described slowly once. Inaudible.

Faruq raised his face. “Brruubhh. ..,” he said while shaking his head quickly. Dizziness.

Hazri laughed....