Way Home
86. divine crazy code

Everything's normal this morning. The farm workers are busy with their duties. Marno and Sugeng here and there love the commando. Hazri sat quietly on her beloved wooden bench, busy as well as spinning prayer beads. Grook kok kok sound... grook kok kok kok... . it is comfortable to get into his ears. Keep thinking until it slowly dissolves in the Light.

Actually Hazri was used to dissolving in dhikr, but now it is much quieter and graceful than usual. In fact, the sound of grook really crowded. At first it was just a joke, nothing strange. However, when Hazri's true self-solution in the Dhikr of Light became more and more fused, he suddenly gasped. Then, bles. Back to being grook kok hok kok again when Hazri realized.

Subhanallah, what was that? Those pigeons are glazed? He murmured in his heart. Amazed. It was clearly heard in the sense that the sound of grook hok kok was beeping prayer to God. It means praise to Him. Truth, not meaning. Hazri also concentrated on hearing the pigeon sound there, but how is it still grooved how is it now? Where's the prayer beads? Then, he remembered Mr. Subakir's message. “Do not hope and do not hope. Free yourself from the confines of all delusions. Only Him, melt in His truth.”

Hazri sighed, throwing away all forms of hope. Sighs once more and returns to light, without closing your eyes. All the hustle of the farm was left plastered for real. With the dzikr of Light, crowded or quiet is the same, closed or glaring is no different.

A moment later the melting came, dissolving and getting fused. Jreng, grook kok kok it back berasbih. Hazri is not tempted, just keep thinking. Jreng, the wind.... Jreng, wave leaf.... Jreng, water pump.... Jreng, laughter workers.... Jreng, wooden bench.... Jreng, rambutan tree. ... Jreng, land. ... Jreng, sunshine.... Jreng, bamboo room.... Jreng, the ant line.... Jreng, jreng, and jreng all. All of them! Hazri continued to recite.

Jreng... “Pak Haji...”

Hazri looked over and laughed a little. How not? Marno who was standing there also rang the prayer beads. His hair, his nose, his eyebrows, his eyes, his mouth, his clothes, his hands, gawked at him. By al-Haq, that's the truth.

“What, Mar?” hazri asked while still smiling.

“Wah, I do not bother ya, Mr Haji?”

“No, it helps, hahaha.... Sit, sit.”

Martha sat next to Hazri. Kieek, creaking bench. Hazri laughed again a little loudly. How does kieek sound so can be heard ‘Allah’. For al-Hagq's sake, there is no lie here. Sounds ‘Allah’ according to the pressure of his kieek tone. In his sense of course, not his outward voice.

“Why, Mr Haji?” Marno wonder.

“No, no, Mar. What's up?”

“This, sir, about the proposed raise...”.

“Oo...,” Hazri received the map that Marno submitted. Reading the papers for a while, his face returned with smiles. Rows of letters, contortion of the shape, and all-cleaned paper. Marno was a bit anxious to see ‘Haji Mahmud’ smile-smile continues. Sugeng and some others there were also anxious waiting for the verdict.

“Commissioner has agreed, Mr. Haji. The director also...,” Marno tried to convince Hazri of the numbers.

Hazri added a smile, holding back laughter.

Waduh the height of this kayak, muttered Marno in heart. He glanced at Sugeng while shrugging his shoulders. Sugeng and the others there also grimaced.

“Pulpen..,” Hazri pinta.

Marno handed over the pen she was holding.

Sret set sret... ‘Allah Allah Allah..’ Hazri's signature is listed. Laughing, he handed the file to Marno, then went home laughing. Marno gawked, but then laughed as well. Sugeng and the others there cheered. Laughter can be the same, the meaning is much different.

Laughing, now Hazri is sobbing on the sofa with tears. Just realized he. It turned out that his footwork, the swing of his hand, and the sound of his laughter also glistened. So did this sobbing of hers. Everything is beautiful, which is in him and around him. Everything was. Then verily the word of the Divine, “All who are in the heavens and who are on the earth glorify God Maize, Tasbih Sea....

After the spiritual turmoil in him subsided, Hazri slid into Progo. He will be righteous with his murmurs about the achievements in this spiritual journey. Along the way, he grinned directly on the saddle of his blind motor that was dead per it. The shock and sound of this motorbike engine is also loud. Moreover, the feeling of wind on his face. ‘Allaaaahh..,’ so. Crowded.

After parking the motorbike in the yard, Hazri headed for the saung. Subakir and Bilal were both there. “Assalamu’alaikum,” sapanya.

“Wa’alaikum salam..,” reply them both.

Hazri sat there after greeting the two of them.

“Heemm.... Is there a ‘Ki Mahmud Tidar’ visit to the kula pade of broad daylight like this? Heemm...,” said Mr. Subakir, his voice was weighted like puppeteer puppets. Terek tek tek.., saung board was tapped with a finger.

Hazri and Bilal laughed.

“Ampun, Kanak. Jagadita also berkasbih everything.” replied Hazri. His voice was also heard. Imitating the style of the famous mastermind, Ki Enthus, who often appeared on TV.

“Alhamdulillah..” say the three of them together.

“Try telling,” pinta Pak Subakir.

“That's it, Teacher. Please briefing for next.”

Mr. Subakir sighed. Smile expands. “Mas Mahmud, Subhanallah who has given mukasafah or ‘visibility tasa’ it. Thus mukasafah tasbih Ilahiah. Now, Mahmud has reached this stage. A stage that most humans will not be able to understand. Those who do not practice their soul. Man lam yadzud lam yadri, who does not feel will not understand. Be smart to bring yourself in everyday company. Because, with a taste understanding of this level, Mas Mahmud is very likely to be strange in public view. Strange in an uncommon sense. I don't know what it is, I don't know what it's saying. Now, someone must have thought it was strange. Yes, right?”

Hazri nodded.

“Now Mas Mahmud has included khawas, a special group. Especially later, with the understanding of the essence of divine prayer beads that will be increasingly melded. Waduh, that khawasul. Especially specially. How not ‘gila’? While others were mostly busy fighting over the world, this one even the afterlife was dicuekin. Others are busy running away from God, this one is locked up by God.” Mr. Subakir stopped for a moment to start a cigarette. “Awas, please speak carefully! Don't curse. With a degree of flavor melting of that level, the fact is not you who swear. Wh who? Her. That's why if any lover curses, “Bangkrut you!” to someone, he broke. “Death to you!”, die to him.”

Hazri.

“But everything He. If until a lover cursed then the cursed haqul yaqin must have been very outrageous to underestimate Him, ignore Him, or associate with Him. The truth is so, but Mas Mahmud's shari'a do not want to curse. If there is someone who sucks his pretentious about science, yes already smile. Some were mocking, smiling as well. Just relax. But if it happens, it is God's right. So. Understandable?”

Hazri nodded. “Next how, Master?”

“Keep pondering, istiqamah. Combine the divine prayer beads with the Light dhikr. Insha Allah will be more mancer Sirr, His Divine Secret. Eemm, it's a lot of good that Mas Mahmud stayed away from the crowd first. Find a quiet place, alone. You see, those who are in the early stages of practicing khawasul khawas often act strangely in the eyes of the public. Some laugh at themselves, some are dumbstruck, or suddenly cry as if for no reason. Like drunk people, many are unconscious. Indeed drunk anyway, ‘drunk Allah’ hehehe.... Sakar, term. In the past Kang Bilal, the road has fallen into the river was not aware. He kept on walking. ‘Ki Lonthang’ chatter in the garden cassava people use jengki bikes. Banya deflated again. Cuek only, it feels like a toll road he said, hehehe..”.

They also laugh. Hazri is the loudest.

“Move home, that is, Guru?” ask Hazri later.

“Good if you can. At least have a special place at home for taqarrub. Not anywhere now. I mean Father, so that if the fit comes the sacar no one else knows. Let alone with God. Whatever, laugh or cry please. Freer. Does not make ordinary people wonder or to guess the crazy everything. The principle is silent and hidden. Dhikr, dhikr, and dhikr. Already, don't talk to anyone other than the Brotherhood about this. Very secret.”

Hazri nodded.

“It is not impossible that Allah will pass directly on His knowledge to those who have taqarrub through the dzauqiyah. Through the pure feeling of a human being. Bles, in... Any science, which is zhahir or inward. Do not be surprised if for example suddenly Mas Mahmud understood chemistry even though he never learned it. Or, the science of laduni, which can make tofu before it happens. The Javanese say weruh sakdurunge winarah. There is no such science. But, those who are endowed with Laduni knowledge must be silent, silent. Will not be able to show his knowledge. True Laduni is not a spectacle because it is a divine gift directly to whom He wills. Not to be divided. Very personal in nature. Other with laduni-ladyunian, hehehe..”.

“There is imity too, Guru?”

“Wah, many Mas, various packaging. How can Laduni science be taught? None of the sonnya. Wear all dowry. Can God be bribed? Hah, just make it up. Laduni with a jin? Less common, the strike was jin sontoloyo. Same with the human. Halah, hahah.., just the behavior of humans and jinn under this mortal universe, hehehe.... Don't get muddled.”

“Can be so yes Master?”

“Iya. What can't be for God? Indeed, science is not taught but inherited. Learning is just his sababiah. Understand this. All knowledge is His science. The science of angels, demons, jinn, humans, all of His. Creatures are lent for a moment. Want to be taken again by the Who has can. Anytime, anywhere. Try to ponder, according to Mas Mahmud what is the highest science for creatures?”

All custody, no rights of beings. Know, the highest science on the dignity of beings is the science ‘ have no knowledge’. Hazri's voice whispered, appearing unthinkingly. “Your science has no knowledge..” he also answered quickly according to his heart.

Mr. Subakir smiled. “True. So quick to answer. Didn't think?”

“Appears just like that, Guru.”

“Hehe.... Here's a small example of dzauqiyah.”

Hazri was stunned for a moment, then nodded in understanding.

“Insya Allah, there will come dzauqiyah-dzauqiyah which is far more astonishing than before. Keep these divine secrets. Especially for you, not for anyone else. Others have their own share. But, in the stage of the journey, muthalahakan with mursyid. Because maybe it is not dzauqiyah but only khatir alias heart-sickening. There is a khatir of the angels, and there is also a khatir of the jinn. Be careful and careful. Do not all the inner voices directly obeyed, can be knocked down the abyss later. Check first to the one who knows.”

“Good, Teacher,” teach Hazri while nodding.

“Oo yes, Mas Mahmud, I forgot. In Tidar there is our brother. Woman, her name is Ami. Her husband is dead. Nurdin. Both ikhwan. Nurdin brought his wife here first. Now, Ami is in Jogja or where to become a student. I think he'll graduate soon and go home.”

Hazri mangosteen only.

Talks continued, still about the divine prayer beads. Until Mr. Subakir sufficient discussion for today.

“Well, there you have it, Mas Mahmud. Istiqamah dzikir, do not expect anything. Lakoni alone, step step by step. Throw away the self bit by bit. Keep rubbing the mirror of the heart with light dhikr, clean the legs. Until bashirah or the eyes of the heart radiate brightly. May your postulate’min arsy Allah is allowed by Him for you,” said Mr. Subakir.

Hazri nodded in reverence. “Thank you, Teacher.

After greeting each other, he returned to Tidar