(Not) Layla Majnun
Mosaic 6

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In Mushola, Neng Nada was solemnly reciting the book of the Will of Musthofa . The santri, including me who was in front of him, khusuk mema'nai.

Today is the first day of fasting. All activities of the cottage in the fox . For 5 times after praying all the santri are required to naji kuku.

They have the right to choose for themselves , book , scheduled time . Many choices of yellow books, and divided into 5 times a day greetings . It is also a condition to go home later on fasting and holiday Lebaran .

Last year I saw the book of Wasiatul Musthofa . This time I repeated it . Because Neng Nada recited . besides that , I liked the book .

Advice of the friend of Ali from the Messenger of Allah, yes that is the content of the book . In Mukoddimah, the Prophet said that he and Ali were like the Prophet Aaron A.S and Moses A.S .

The beginning of what is described is about haram and halal. If a person eats halal goods then he , his religion , and his heart will always be clean . And the most important thing is that their prayers will be revealed . There is no barrier to everything they say . Conversely, when a person eats unclean goods, he will be hindered from all blessings . For his prayer, and his religion .

Neng Nada tells of a pious and Sholeh man . He was named Tsabit bin Zutho, he was born in the late era of tabi’in . He was walking on the outskirts of Kufa, Iraq. There is a clear and soothing river there. Suddenly, a fresh apple seemed to be drifting in the river. At that time he was also holding back hunger, without thinking long he picked up the apple and ate it .

Just one bite, he flinched. Not because of the taste of the apple, but about who owns the apple . He felt guilty for eating an apple that he thought was not his, even though he found it. Finally he went down the creek, hoping he could find an apple orchard and ask sincerely to the owner .

After much effort he finally found the apple orchard . At see the apple tree grows lushly, until there are some who spread to the river . No wonder if there are fruits that drift into the river .

With hope and joy he went to the apple orchard, and found someone there . He thought he might be the owner of the garden . With sincerity he said "O lord, is this your apple orchard ? I just found an apple that drifted into the river and subconsciously bit it . Please kindly give your heart to this apple I have eaten . “ While watching the apple he had eaten earlier . But unfortunately, it turns out that the person he met was not the owner of the garden, he was just the guardian of the apple garden only . He can't decide to let go or not . Although it was just an apple, which even Tsabit had not yet fully eaten .

Heartbroken, Tsabit asked the guard to drive her to the gardener's house . The distance between the garden and the garden owner's house is very far, they should walk about eight kilometers.

Once there, the gardener left himself and asked himself to apologize to the owner of the garden . Restless heart, the worry of his careless actions scared him . He was afraid, if the owner of the apple did not mourn him .

After convincing his heart he ventured to knock on the door of the house . A few moments later the old man came to see him, with a question mark, because it was their first meeting . Tsabit respectfully greeted her and immediately informed her of the intention of arrival . He asked her to give him an apple that he had eaten .

But , it was beyond a doubt . The owner of the apple did not let go. Even he called the Allaah Name for words so as not to be considered joking . Tsabit asked for an explanation, why he did not reveal. After a long silence, the owner of the garden said if he wants to go to the apple ikhkasan, then he must be willing to marry his daughter .

Finally, having established his heart, Tsabit accepted the condition . Without wanting to know how the daughter of the owner of the garden first he fulfilled the Ijab Qobul .

The in-law asked him to meet his wife in the suit Ijab Qobul It is finished . A feeling of debate and uncertainty haunts him . Didn't expect , if his way of life would be like this .

First he went into room , he was surprised . In front of him a woman with a beautiful face, charming angel tub stands smiling shyly welcoming him . But Tsabit thought that he had the wrong room, there was no way the woman in front of him was his wife . He was so perfect not to be found any defects . But the woman said 'that she was the daughter of the owner of the garden . And she is the woman he just mentioned in Ijab Qobil just now .

So happy Tsabit was then, it turned out that his wife was not handicapped as her father had said . The wife recounted that her father said the disability had a purpose . Blind 'cause he never saw that thing in the wrath of Allah . Mute, because he never said anything bad that was forbidden by Alloh . Deaf, because he never heard anything bad except from Ridho Alloh to HIS . And paralyzed, because he never walked to the path forbidden by Alloh .

“ Wallohua'lambissowab wasslamualaikum warahmatulli wabarokatuh “

Neng Nada ended our first teaching meeting . Before he departed from his seat no santri dared to leave the place . Stone after he left, we all scattering away from the place .

"The call is shown to Najwa's sister Layla Fathurrohman awaited her family in sambang . "

The bangilan from the lodge loudspeaker shocked me, I got up from sitting . And immediately to the room to save my book .

“ Mbak sambang ! “ Said one of the santriwati to me , may have thought I didn't hear the call earlier .

“ Yes . Thank you . “ Reply me . I immediately tidied up my clothes and hijab . And soon down again to the place of sambangan .

When I passed the prayer hall I passed Salwa and Ais who had just taught the book of wasoya in the reading by Bu Nyai Nur . I slightly waved at Ais , but Salwa who was behind him also waved her hand at me . I consciously reply with a smile . I remember , he must have cried to convey his greetings to Mas Albi .

I set my foot immediately to the front of ndalem . There are buildings lined up like rooms . But we call it a place of sambangan .I frowned as I searched where my family was waiting for 'til I was surprised by the touch of a hand on my shoulder .

“ Nduk “

I looked over . Mas Albi, with a smile and sparkling eyes in front of me . Hah , if it were not for us being in front of the ndalem and the many santri milling about I would have hugged her directly .