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98. already familiar?

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullah wabarakatuh..,” greet the Mursyid.

“Wa’alaikum salam..,” say all attendees.

Not long. After giving thanks and introducing Komeng to the audience, Hazri will soon start this alawasulan. “Please lights,” pinta the Mursyid. A brother stood up turning off the lights.

And so, the alawasulan began....

Slowly the comic dissolved in it. It felt as if swayed by heavenly waves, gently cradling. It rose up, arose-drowned, then as if its soul was being drawn flying around. It's really delicious. Difficult to describe.

It's floating like that, Plak! The disciple clapped his hand.

Instantly Komeng strayed back from his silanya sitting position. “Subhanallah!” it was unconsciously. Surprised he saw that the room was filled with a green lightning-like light emanating from the clapping of the hands of the Disciple. For a moment, and then it went back to dark.

The dhikr chant ended after the clap sign.

“Nawaitu taqarrub ilallah..,” said Mr. Subakir.

Silent now. From the dark sidelines Komeng can listen to pat ikhwan who is taqarrub. Sitting up straight with his head slightly lowered. The comic followed what he saw. A few moments later he was again dissolved, flying around.

Plaque! The mursyid clapped his hands.

Just like earlier, the comic returned aghast. “Subhanallah,” his sigh is soft. The green lightning appeared again, the room full. More thick than the first one. Instantly, disappeared.

After chanting the prayer several times and closed with prayer, then this alawasulan was over. The lights are back on.

The comic breathed. His whole life, only this time he saw what he had just seen. The brothers went back to quietly twisting prayer beads, or just shut up. Looked again for a moment.

“Aalhamdulillah's. The alumna tonight is done. Please if anyone wants to be merciful,” said the Mursyid later.

Just start asking. More astonished Komeng, it turns out they asked Hazri, not to Faruq whom he thought ustadz was called to fill the lecture. Even more astonished after listening to the questions asked by the brothers and the answers submitted by the Murshid. What are they talking about? Cook Hazri said, “If you still feel dhikr then do not think..” Whatdoes thatmean?

Can't stand komeng, so he asked. “Sorry, Mr Haji, may I ask?” said.

Hazri mesem. “Please, Mr. Komeng.”

“That means what? He said he was told to dhikr, but if you still feel dhikr means not yet dhikr. How can that be?”

“Hahaha.... For God has said that everything is Me.”

“I know. But, it was a matter of feeling dzikir has not dzikir how?”

“Yes that was the answer. If Mr. Komeng really already knows that everything I am, as the Divine Word, then surely understand why who still feel dhikr means have not dhikr.”

The comic was silent for a moment. “Means I don't know dong?”

“Entah tuh, hahaha.... According to Pak Komeng himself how?” Hazri asked back. His lips glared at the smile.

The comic was silent again. Jammed.

The question and answer continued. The comic doesn't ask anymore. You see, neither the question of the Brotherhood nor the answer that Hazri gave could he understand. Must not understand because he has not held al-Irfan's secret. However, although still confused, the truth of Hazri's answers can be felt. Truth does not need much logic, just ask for honesty of heart. How is it not true because whatever Hazri answers, the conclusion always returns to Allah. Back to Him again, back to Him again. Comic knows it should be. But how can that be? It's not really this easy thing. In everyday life, it is difficult to apply it. Except just talking about doang.

By three o'clock in the morning, the brothers went home. Stay Hazri, Faruq, Komeng, and Juki who stay here to learn the truth. The Lampung people, who just appeared in Tidar, knew from a dream he said. Save her talk this, the original quiet. Everyday help Ami at home or help out on the farm.

“Not tired, Meng?” ask Hazri.

Comic shakes. “I'm confused, Mr. Haji.”

“Why?”

“How can I know God as Mr. Haji said. I have prayed, have been fasting, naji, alms, and others, but why not know-yet also yes?”

“Truely already praying?” hazri Fishing.

“Already, Mr. Haji. Cook yet?” reply Komeng. That is, did not Hazri know that he prayed together on the ship first.

Hazri smiles. “Juki, make coffee dong..”.

Juki nodded and went to the kitchen to get some coffee.

“If you have prayed, you must know the God whom you worship. If you don't know who it is?” lure Hazri again.

Comic gasp. His forehead creased as he looked at Hazri.

“Yes right, Meng?”

“Yes, Mr. Haji, it should be. But how do I not know?”

“Means the prayer may not be right yet, Meng.”

Komeng continued to look at Hazri for an explanation.

“Indeed awwalu dinni makrifatullah. Religion is to know God. Get to know him first, can only begin to be counted hold of religion. This is according to the law of truth. That is why the prayer promised by God can prevent such heinous and presumptuous acts from seeming helpless. Pray yes pray, but the vile and presumptuous way continues. Yes, right?”

Komeng.

“So, my prayers have been wrong, Mr Haji?”

Hazri laughed a little. “No, the shari'a is right. My prayers are like that too, right? Same. Only maybe Komeng did not understand the truth. Haven't seen the spirit of prayer. Because prayer is not just an outward movement like that. If only so doang name gymnastics.”

Hazri and Faruq smiled.

“He prayed? Does prayer have spirit?”

“Hahaha.., there are dong. That was, in fact. The spirit is symbolic, the meaning of which is to give life to prayer. Which makes the prayer so meaningful as it must be. Which in this way can prevent humans from doing evil and mendungar on the face of this earth. Not just the rides doang.”

Juki's in. A coffee break for a moment.

“So, how should I do, Mr Haji?” ask the comic later.

“The last time. Awwalu dinni makrifatullah. It must be if you want to pray and all other forms of worship contain the meaning of life.”

Comeng rubbed his forehead. “How are you, Mr Haji? I have been relying on prayer all this time. Now it turns out that my prayer must still be justified. So, how?”

“In the meantime, Meng, it is wrong that you rely on prayer. How can prayer be a mainstay? Prayer is only a means, not an end. And so do other worship. Go to where? God, Him and Him alone. Not off to anywhere. All that you expect and fear is above Allah, and that is your Lord. Be careful here. Smooth trap. Wrongly relying on prayer even kejeblos musik although it may not feel.”

The comic breathed. What Hazri said was true. He can feel the truth.

“Reverse to the question earlier. What, Meng? About how ya?”

Komeng.

“How to get to know God?”

“Must remember first, Meng.”

“Remember how, Mr Haji?”

“Remember Allah. Last time prayer maghrib and isya’, remember Allah no?”

The comic flinched, then shook her head while looking at Hazri.

“Lho? Remember what dong?”

Comes try to remember. “It seems he remembered child. child, ,.”

Hazri and Faruq chuckled. Juki machine.

“It's also kebawa ya?” cananda Hazri's.

Comic grimacing.

“Try. Prayers forget God. Especially if you are the other?”

The comic continued to grimace while scraping the carpet.

“So, Meng, to get to know God first must be machined is to remember it. Dhikr. No one knows without remembering. Remember you just got to know. If you know you can be close. If it is close, then it is up to you, hahaha..,” Hazri imitates the style of speech advertising perfume.

“Dhikir means, Mr Haji? Am I dhikr?” Komeng raised his black prayer beads.

“Well, this again. Time twirling prayer beads remember the same God not?”

The comic returned. “No, Mr. Haji..”

“Tuh, right? I said, hahaha.... Being dhikr, which means remembering also does not remember to what should be remembered. How can you know try?”

Comic back down, scrawling the carpet.

Suddenly Hazri sees the aura of the mark that surrounds Komeng instantly turns bright and continues to shine. Faruq and Juki have not yet reached the stage of being able to see this. Here only Hazri can, by His permission.

“Alright, Meng, just go. What's your intention?” shoot the Mursyid.

“I want to know God,” Komeng replied steady.

Hazri. The aura of the mark had been so brilliant.

“Ready receive his secrets?”

“Siap, Mr. Haji.”

“Good. Let's.”

Thus God has willed. When the veil of the heart is revealed by Him, there is no need for all words. Understand or not, ready or not, he will submit to His will. Unconditionally.

Juki fanned the remaining charcoal coals. Back on. The little furnace was brought before the Murshid. Hazri sprinkled bohur, as fragrant as well as scattering into the whole room. Comic sat quietly cross-legged in front of the Murshid. It was as if an empty container was waiting for the contents. Very calm. No questions, no doubts.

Hazri grabs Komeng's hand, holding it like a marriage contract. “Meng, follow my words yes,” said the Mursyid.

Komeng.

“Bismilbornrahmanirrahim..”.

Thus, the process of interbreeding and revealing the secret of al-Irfan was carried out. After knowing the science, Komeng pondered, his eyes looked far away. Then, slowly she cried softly. Hazri, Faruq, and Juki head out to the front porch. Give time to Komeng to release the burden of the heart on awareness. ‘his mistake’ so far. Distanced turns from sirathal mustaqim. It is fitting that all this time he was still a lot of agitated undermined.

Indeed, every human being must be restless if his request for sirathal mustaqim has not been made by Him. A request to be shown the straight path. A piece of prayer that is always offered in every prayer, whether realized or not. Praying whatever. If anyone claims to be able to calm down without knowing the sirathal mustaqim, haqqul believes he is lying. It's just a self-assertion on the basis of his wits and ego. It is clearly a lie because it is against Sunnatullah.

A few moments later the comic came out. His eyes were still puffy, but his face was bright. Thin smile on the lips.

“Wah, it's light now. Wash your face first, Meng, embarrassed later caught by the Fia if the Om Komengnya run out crying, hahaha.”.

Hazri laughs.

Faruq and Juki laughed. Komeng blushed while heading to the ablution place beside this house. Soon he returned and joined there. Hazri also explained the question of understanding and knowledge. It seems that Komeng is not difficult to understand this. With one or two examples, he could already understand.

“My message, Meng, you don't bother thinking of all understanding. That's easy. They will also know themselves on the road. What matters is the spiritual journey. Without the sense gained from each stage of the journey, then understanding as great as anything will not mean more than just a story. Understand this.”

Komeng.

“Ya. That'sthat's all. You have understood the position of understanding and knowledge, know the three basic sites of al-Irfan, and know the dhikr of Light. Thats enough. Start walking. Anyway, there are no seconds left without the dhikr of Light. Forgot, connect. Forget again, keep going again. Keep fighting, never give up. Insha Allah will connect itself without pause, when the dhikr degree of your Light has flowed without thought. If Ebiet says, it flows in blood, hahaha.... Not wrong, because it flows in everything. Everything that exists in the universe, born and inner. Wherever your face looks, there is My face. May this Divine Word not only be a great story for you, but truly felt.”

The comic nodded again.

Hazri suddenly turned to the side and smiled to herself. “Wa’alaikum salam..,” murmured slowly. Faruq, Juki, and Komeng were frowning. Who did Hazri say hello to?

“Sini, Meng...,” call the Mursyid.

Comic approaching. After saying his asthma, Hazri placed his right palm on the nape of Komeng.

“Try looking at it,” Hazri pointed towards her left oblique.

Komeng. Slowly, the fog clumped, then more clearly showing a body figure. Green turban, large prayer beads, then form a face. “Subhanallah! Abah..,”

The comic stifled unconsciously. To Komeng, Abah Juhri only advised that he obey all the advice given by his teacher. To Hazri he begged the Murshid to return the black kauka prayer beads to Komeng. Hazri doesn't mind. That'sthat's all. The figure also withered after saying greetings. “Wa’alaikum salam..,” murmured Hazri and Komeng almost simultaneously answered his greetings.

The comic still gawked for a moment after Abah Juhri's death.

“Meng...,” Hazri.

“Iya, yes,” Komeng gelagapan. “What was Pak Haji?”

“Hahaha.... What do you think?”

“Abah Juhri.”

Hazri nodded. “Terms. But, don't think too much about it, the important thing is. Remember, right?”

Komeng.

“Receive the prayer beads, Meng. Wear it, don't let it bulukan again. Yesterday I walked in the company of the prayer beads. Hopefully you too.”

“God willing, Mr. Haji. Thank you.”

Fajr adhan vegetables from the mosque. They also went to the mosque together after the Murshid changed his robe with ordinary white cocoa clothes. Without mepluk, because the white cup still nangkring in the head of the latest brotherhood assembly dzikir Safinatun Najat. There's no other.

Faruq is the imam. The Mursyid did not mind being a mum with other residents. Although still at the limit of understanding, this is the first prayer for Komeng where he can set himself in the direction of true qibla. Divine Sites. Without having to imagine Him as a creature as in his prayer. A figure of ‘maha’ creatures perched on his throne. I don't know what and where. Anyway it's there. Though firmly He is dignified laisa kamislihi syai’un, not similar to anything. How can you imagine?