He walked quickly as he echoes the call…. He once said to continue to advocate for me to fulfill obligations of pilgrimage: “What are you waiting for? Up to when else will you delay? The chance is only once year. Whereas that the act is one of the pillars of Islam. What’s your excuse doubt it?
Now the journey is easy and also easy to transport. Meanwhile security is also highest I had thought long to find a reason.
He said: “Did not the Prophet sallallaahu ‘alaihi wasallam has explained: “Reward are mabrur hajj is nothing but paradise.”
Indeed it is a good reward and the reward that will provide enthusiasm and motivation into the hearts, to give joy and happiness.
However, various mounting my activities appear in my mind. And various reasons also remain in compliance with my mind. His voice echoed back with even greater zeal. He said: “this is an opportunity that does not exist instead. Do not hesitate.”
I said to him: “that’s a hasty decision. Wait a minute, let me think first. And then with whom are we going? How are we going? And where will we live?” Various questions swiftly flowing like a flood. What will we do? Thought there will be people jostling. Especially this year, summer is also very hot, while lots of people go to Hajj?!?
But suddenly, he responded to what I said it in a calm voice: “the matter is simple. God will allow all that hard, hopefully it easier for all of god’s affairs.
Various activities that seen of my eyes before like the mountains, it is finally fading. Various reasons that overlap like ocean waves also begin to disappear. I decided to accompany her pilgrimage… is there a more mainstream action than accompany my husband to worship?
Our marriage has lasted three years. Three years we also help each other to perform worship. If we forget I remind him and when I do careless, he also warned me. I still remember the first days of our marriage.
His finger was then picked up a small pair of scissors. I asked: “what’s that little scissors?” by hiding his smile, he replied: “To cut the beard is excessive.” Why did you cut it? “I asked again. Toward enhance the appearance in front of me to engage in immoral acts of God?”
Really he is a very good man. He quickly accepted the warning and repents. He returned the scissors to her place, and never does it again in the next.
At times in Mina, I like a little girl who followed her father out of fear and worry. I never let my hands off of her wrists and palms.
I feel the affection that had never felt in my life before. But be reassured by the sound of my heart dikir to Allah. Tents are crammed by the men and woman who do hajj.
The various ways to appease the soul is available. Every day, after maghrib prayers is lecturing. Three days passed laden with prayer and seek forgiveness …
There is no difference between day and night. That the sounded only the voice of people who on pilgrimage. The mountains and valleys in the city of Mecca was reflected echoes takbir.
On the last night for us in Mecca, we do tawaf al-wada’. “o God, do not you make this as our last opportunity in this great house. ‘ my tears streaming down..
When I remembered the saying Syeikh yesterday afternoon at the camp about the virtues of Hajj, namely when quoting the Hadis of the prophet:
“Whoever is on pilgrimage to the house, did not say a bad word and did not do wickedness, he will return to his house like a new born child,”
I immediately say: “Allahu Akbar” all the sins which thou hast done against your lord will be forgiven, and all the mistakes you make will be abolished…
I praise god to the very great kindness. I pray to god with Greta humility and kekhusyu’an for me among those who received charitable worship.
My eyes stared at Baitullah Kaaba. My tears streaming down as the tears on the separation, I’m talking to myself: “am I not going back again?” my eyes looked at the Kaaba for the second time.
“Am I going back do sa’I between safa and marwa?” I took off his thirst by drinking the water of zamzam. My tears are streaming, while I left the city of Mecca and say goodbye. Which is more touching farewell than parting with the land of Al-Haram and the “Maqam” Ibrahim?
We go to Jeddah air port. The atmosphere was crowded, loud noises, while the flight schedule was announced with the said-replication.
There looks strange atmosphere without discussion. There was only each traveler with luggage, we note the serious faces, peering eyes and ears busy to hear: when it’s time to take off?
Because we were are in large group. Some of us had to go late because they do not get a seat. Among the people who are late it is: my husband ..
We arrived at Riyadh airport and immediately took one edge of the lounge. With the jama’ah pilgrimage, we waited for other relatives. We wait a long time. When the announcement come the arrival of the next season, I praise god. We also jostle each her to see faces of new people come. Everything is up to, except my husband.
One of the before Hajj jama’ah with us came to us and spoke very slowly and haltingly. He reported that the husband would arrive late at the next session. He suggested that we go alone rather than wait too long. I asked myself: “why he has not come back?
When I arrived, suddenly the phone rang and told them that my husband was experiencing severe fatigue. They stated that it was common to the Hajj season. Some friends of the camp already took him to the hospital …
The news was broken up there. But the news came with a format that is too global, partial and too late.
The events went by so fast. I fell that this is a big problem. Start envoy arriving my relatives. Their conversation is reminds me to death, and expecting me to be a patient. As if it is so in reality …
At Maghrib time that day, when my grief has reached the climax, fear also has possession of my heart, suddenly also came a respectable managed more than seventy years old, wearing a big robe, holding a stick. He is saying hallo to me and kissed my head. He asked about mu condition. Then his voice that whispered into my ear hole: praise to God. It is Allah who has everything he took and he gave. Everything has determined his fate in Allah …..” I said give reward me in this disaster and give me a better substitute …. “
He lowered his voice. He sobbed and tears loose. He said: “my son Abdullah had died ….” I dropped my head and hide my voice. My tears let loose. But the rest still smelled her scent on my hands. Even a pen and some papers were still in my suitcase, even his clothing.
I saw his clothes were still in place, shoes, even the beautiful words still follow me at every my opportunity …
There is a mat that is often used to pray at the end of the night. There are also some papers which he ripped the calendar every day with his hands while! Saying: “this is our age.” In each place he has influence in every business and he has a god in every affair.
In the days that my tears fall and also lose my baby. But all the sadness and tears treated by the memory of his prayers before dawn. May Allah give him mercy because of his fast on a sunny day and forgive him for his prayers at night, and eliminate all my mistakes as he forgave all the errors and mistakes. Three years I lived with him a state of happy and grateful.
I improve myself every day, with the death of my husband, I increasingly improve myself, while I like seeing the end of the live of this world with my own eyes, and death came suddenly.
My imagination is getting fresh, accompanied the pleasure, while always raise my hand as he prayed that the meeting took place in heaven. Because there may be life that knows no death anymore, the pleasure that knows no sorrow anymore.
I praise god for the good end of life. He died in a good condition. When the voice that shouted Takbir, he entered the land Haram to pray, prostrate in front of Kaaba. I praise God for this great virtue. May Allah accept his Hajj, forgave his all mistake and picked up rank.
And I praise God, because there is spare time in my life …
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