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72. same punch

A month has passed again. Shivering never happened that long because Hazri was able to let go of her disdain. Not thinking, not feeling. Even with a heart like that. Shaykh Atha’illah has been authoritative in his book, that man can actually only accept, not make or determine. “Obey Me, by force or voluntary.” thus Allah says in the Qur’an.

“Ustadz...., if according to Ustadz, where is God?” Hazri asked Faruq, one of the managers of Al Khoir Mosque in this village, one day as Jum’at prayer. As an ustadz and community leader, Faruq is still young. He's under Hazri, two years apart. Jebolan a famous pesantren in the area of the end of West Java. Faruq also cited a piece of verse al-Qur’an. “So, God was residing in Arsy..,” he said answering the question earlier.

Hazri mangosteen, already knew him that this.

“Then, where is his Arsy?” chase Hazri.

Faruq was silent for a moment. “Arsy was the throne of God. ..,” he replied later.

“Iya, Ustadz, but where?”

Faruq was silent. Kinda long. “Qalbu Yukmin Arsy Allah. That's all I know about this. That God dwells in the heart of a believer..”.

“What do you mean, Ustadz? For example, if there is a believer, then God dwells in his heart?”

Faruq sighed, seeming hesitant to answer. “It should be because the postulate is clear, but I don't know. Frankly, I don't understand either. You see, to be a believer is not easy.”

Hazri agrees with the statement that it is not easy to be a believer. Ustadz Faishol, his old school teacher, had taught him that. Muslims, those who are Muslims, are not necessarily believers, aka believers. It is difficult to be a true believer, except to confess. Muslims are not necessarily believers, but Muslims are certainly believers. But Hazri's question isn't about this. Where is God?

“So, exactly how, Ustadz? For example, for example yes..say one can reach the true level of faith, then does that mean that Allah resides in his heart?” Hazri repeated her question.

Faruq was pensive longer than before. “Iya, definitely. Because the postulate clearly says so..,” he said while nodding.

“True, Ustadz?” hazri Fishing.

Faruq nodded, but his doubts were still visible.

“Small very..?” Hazri muttered softly.

“Small-whatever, Mr Mahmud?”

“Sorry. This may be my stupid thought. If the heart of the believer can contain God, how great is God? Or how wide is the heart of a believer? Is Allah Most Great?”

Faruq. “Wah, we must not speak so, Mr. Mahmud. The greatness of God is unquestionable.”

“Why?”

“Clearly! That's it, we just have to accept it. Do not question, even kejeblos musyrik.”

Hazri's turn was silent. Can't cook be questioned? How can you understand that if you are forbidden to ask? But, Hazri could understand Faruq's agitation over this question. It's a tricky question anyway. “Yes, Mr. Ustadz, I understand. That just came to mind. Not that I want to sue the greatness of Allah.” Hazri mesem.

Faruq also mesem. He could sense that Hazri had no other intention with his statement.

“Can we continue nih?” challenge Hazri.

Faruq nodded despite the weight of his face.

“If for example, for example again Mr. Ustadz.... There are two believers, and is there two of His God? I do not question the greatness of God.”.

Faruq was back. Can't answer, just a head shake.

“Or this one only, Ustadz. ” Hazri later said. “What does it mean, God is closer to the neck vein?”

There is a verse in the Qur’an which states that Allah is closer than the veins of the human neck. Hazri knew this from the translation of al-Qur’an he had. Buy in Magelang City two weeks ago.

“Waduh, eleven twelve of this weight..,” complained Faruq.

“Why? Can't be questioned either, Ustadz?”

Faruq did not answer, his head was growing. “Be closer than neck vein..,” murmur slowly. “Where is that place closer than the neck vein huh?” Even back to asking him.

Hazri grimacing.

“Already, already.... Not strong I...,” Faruq raised both hands while shaking their heads. “Inquiry Mr. Mahmud heavy nih. Don't you just want to ngetes?” His eyes looked at Hazri, probing.

Hazri laughed lightly. “No, Ustadz. Cook ngetes? I don't know, so ask around to who might know.”

But, Faruq did not believe it just like that. “Learn where, Mr Mahmud?” His eyes looked at Hazri.

“Learn where what?” ask Hazri.

“This, about heavy-heavy religion.”

“On Sea Pesantren..,” chirps Hazri while laughing again.

Faruq's forehead was wrinkled. “Sea Pantren? I don't think I've heard of it? Where is it?” ask him anyway. Seriously again.

“Hahaha.... Kidding, Ustadz. Is there a Marine Pesantren? I just read the book when sailing in the sea yesterday.”

“Oo, I guess...,” said Faruq grinned. “What book?”

“Al-Hikam, Shaykh Ibn Atha’illah.”

“Woo fast. That's the book of truth...,” said Faruq rather loudly. “In my pesantren first, who can pay for the books of truth only kiai, kiai sepuh whose knowledge is already established. Can't just be.”

Hazri. Just found out that al-Hikam is a book that should not be studied by just anyone. Cook anyway? You see, the question ‘ where Allah’ had appeared in his mind before meeting al-Hikam. Not because of reading the book. It is precisely al-Hikam who gave early enlightenment, although there again still shrouded in mystery.

“Where is the book from?” ask Faruq.

“Yu on board. He has a friend, only he is afraid to read it. So, the book lay dormant for years in the desk drawer.”

“Be careful with his knowledge Shaykh Atha’illah, Mr. Mahmud. Many are crazy...,” said Faruq solemnly as he sighed.

“Hah? What yes?”

“True...”.

“Kok can?”

“No to his mind, not strong. His learning responsibilities, not completed.”

Hazri. The feeling became normal after learning the book. Though, less crazy how he was before?

“What is the science of the essence, Ustadz?” ask Hazri later.

“The fact is the inner sharia. But, not kebatinan..”.

“What do you mean?”

“Yaa.., Sharia is the zhahirnya religion. External parts. Regulations, laws, and rules of the Islamic religion. If the truth, the inner part. The science of nature is subtle, sharp, and deep. Not just anyone can master it. Weight.”

Hazri. “If born and inner combined is good?”

“The idea is so. But, if one learns the truth, not until his mind, not complete. God's Shaming. There have been so many incidents.”

“If his mind arrives?” hazri Fishing.

“Good, great for sure.”

“Who are the examples that master the science of nature correctly?”

“The sufis. Shaykh Abdul Qadir Jaelani, Shaykh Abu Hasan asShadili, Shaykh Abu Yazid al-Bustami, Shaykh Ibn Arabi, Jalaluddin Rumi, and others. Including of course Sheikh Ibn Atha’illah.”

Hazri. “Then in Indonesia?”

“Yaa.., those guardians. Wali Songo for example, or Shaykh Subakir if in Magelang. In Banten there is Shaykh Hasanuddin al-Bantani. Much...”

Whoa, it's all dead, Inner Hazri. “If the one is still alive?”

“Well, here's the problem, Mr. Mahmud. Whoishe? Which really is waliyullah. If I confess a lot. It is the fraudsters who destroy the science of nature. Teaching the strange science that he recognizes as the essence of makrifat. This and that devotion was shown as a kind of artist concert. Immune weapons, can disappear, can fly.... All the terms of this genie and that genie. Then blind ijo, tayul, and jenglot were adored. Polytheist!” said the fiery Faruq. Really upset he looks to people like that.

Hazri took off her white skullcaps, grimaced, then scratched her head. You see, he also has an immune science, even though he does not use puja-praise to blind ijo. Just cast a spell and concentrate the energy in. The incantation reading is also similar to prayer, a mixture of Arabic and Old Javanese. The names of Allah and Muhammad are mentioned there. There is no mention of the name of a genie or demon. There are no special rituals either. At least drink cold water in the morning. It is also not mandatory, if you remember and have time. Cook like this includes the ritual worship of genies or demons? Lt's not. However, Hazri does not want to argue with Faruq about the science. Make what? It will even reveal the secret of disguise. Further sharing of other more biting questions. .

Faruq smiled. “Sorry, Mr. Mahmud, I correct his understanding. Not still alive today, it does not mean the guardians of old times who until now have not died. It's not. Every age or every time there is a guardian. In fact, every village, has a guardian. Every forty people, there is one guardian. Just which one is he? Who?”

Hazri was shocked to hear this. Really just found out he's. In al-Hikam, Shaykh Atha’illah does not mention this matter.

“Really, Ustadz?”

Faruq nodded. Then, he told me that his teacher at the boarding school had told him about it. “Cannot Mama Ajengan Sepuh lying.”

Mama Ajengan is a general term for kiai in West Java pesantren. Sepuh means old, or poured. ‘Mama Ajengan Sepuh’ means ‘Kiai dua’. Less is more.

“So, the guardian is in every age? Is it in every village?” Hazri asks for firmness.

Faruq nodded steadily.

“Until when, Ustadz? Ada continues?”

“lya, until the end of time. The waliyullah is the true cleric, the successor of the prophets. There will always be until the end of time. If it is the Prophet, the last Prophet Muhammad according to our belief is a Muslim. But, the successors will always be there, continue to the limit of the end of the universe later.”

Hazri mangosteen is rather dumb. Justjust wonderful.

“Many dong in number, Ustadz? Which is today only?”

Faruq smiled again. “The comparison is clear, one every forty-one. But, do not necessarily be keblinger count, because this is siloka or symbolic. Not a mathematical formula. Meaning, many. It's been. How sure is wallahu a’lam, only God Himself knows who His lover is.” Faruq paused for a moment.

Hazri.

“Pak Mahmud not to be confused with the term guardian. The word Waliyullah means lover of God. People who are loved by God. Those who get the immediate spillover of the nature of the Rahim, the Most Merciful. In everyday life they are not always ustadz or kiai, although it could be. Anyway, it can hit anyone. It is up to God to choose His beloved. Criminals can also, if it is insyaf..”.

Hazri immediately grimaced. Damn, got smash again. “God's Love. ..,” murmured. What does it feel like to be God's lover? All this time loving Zilfa has been a very beautiful thing, what about loving God?

“Keep how can he know that he is God's lover?” Hazri opened the question again.

“Know by itself. Those who are elected will know for themselves. It is God who tells in His way, who is unattainable to our intellect. Anyway they must know.”

Hazri nodded, making sense.

“If you've been selected, can dong they ngajakin others? Ngajarin so that others are also chosen to be lovers of God, I mean.”

Faruq chuckled. “Unfortunately not so. The lovers are mostly kept secret, hidden by God. Mr Mahmud knows that Allah is Most Jealous?”

“Hunters?”

“Iya, Maha. Not the jealousy of man, but the Jealous One.”

“Walaaahh...,” unknowingly Hazri muttered in disappointment.

Faruq smiled. “But, there's still a tap, sir, not all. Most of it, but not all of it. Some were opened, given the task of guiding the people. His name, or his name, Mursyid.”

“Nah inii...,” unknowingly Hazri exclaimed happily. “Where is the murshid, Ustadz?”

“That's also the problem. Where?”

“Lho coking?”

“Iya. Who is mursyid, not just anyone knows.”

“Walaaahh...,” Hazri disappointed again. “How do you want to dong?”

Faruq. Hazri was silent too. Silent.

“If self-study can not?” ask Hazri later.

Faruq. “The essence is very subtle, latif. Without the teacher, the devil will stray everywhere like the genie flatterers. Learning sharia alone must have a teacher, let alone the truth.” He then recited the Prophet's hadith on this.

“What's up, Ustadz? Teachers are not there, learning alone cannot be. Or, may Ustadz Faruq's murshid?” shoot Hazri, between joking and serious.

“Wuah? I am also currently nyari...,” admitted Faruq.

“Lho? Both need it?” Hazri.

They laughed lightly, but wryly.

“Or, Mama Dojengan Sepuh maybe?” ask Hazri. Who knows yes.

Faruq. “I asked him directly, but he did not answer. Just told me to find my own murshid. Said he was close.”

“Me?” chase Hazri.

Faruq. “Entahlah. Don't you, Mr Mahmud?”

“Walah, it's crazy right if I'm the one who pagajar.”

Faruq laughed, Hazri too.

“But, what message Mama Ajengan told nyari mursyid himself huh? What does it mean to be a fool? Match-match that?”

“Maybe.”

Silent again.

“Felt-taste, Mama Ajengan Sepuh it murshid like. What if I go there to see him? Who knows a soul mate,” Hazri's eyes look sparkling.

Faruq sighed while shaking his head. “Already died.”

Hazri's eyes dimmed again. “Pak Ustadz anyway, why that time there did not all learn the science of nature.

Faruq grimacing. “Ngak. I'm just santri, not kiai jadug.”

Hazri scratched his head. Yes, Faruq explained this.

Faruq weighed in his heart. “Mama Ajengan Sepuh also told me to ask Allah directly about this, because Allah is the Most Disciple. Insha Allah be guided,” said Faruq. He was not about to tell this message, but because he saw Hazri earnestly, it was opened. His voice allowed.

“Sang Maha Mussyid..,” Hazri muttered while nodding her head. “Mama Ajengan Sepuh advised Mr Ustadz to beg him directly? Please show me his mursyid so?”

Faruq nodded. “Iya. For Mr. Mahmud too..” he said with a smile.

Hazri nodded back. “Thank you, Ustadz. Mama Ajengan, thank you very much yes,” just like this greeting. Sincerest.

Faruq's smile grew wider.

Directly to God? Whynot? It makes sense, it makes sense. Hazri nodded, her head still nodding softly.

“Already entered ashar,” said Faruq later. “I adzan first yes.”

“By me the adzan?” pinta Hazri's.

“Oo please, please.”.

Not canceled since Friday prayers’at earlier, Hazri immediately went to the pulpit to chant the adhan. Faruq go take wudhu again, may have canceled his.

“Allahu Akbar's... Allaaahu Akbar..”.

This was the first for Hazri on the mainland after he got off the Huda. Without being asked, his eyes were glazed.

Four people came to join Ashar. So, six of them. Despite his refusal, Faruq encouraged Hazri to become a priest. Be, because the other candidates do not mind either.

This was his first prayer priest since returning to land. Not just tears, tears. A little, not subtle. While praying after the prayer, Hazri personally in his heart added the appeal to the Maha Murshid. This first time too. Justjust wonderful. Three important spiritual events for him personally occurred simultaneously today. It felt similar to what he had experienced at KM Bima at that time.

That was the beginning of his close friendship with Faruq. Ustadz is also one of the community leaders of this village. They often discuss religion, both or with other citizens. Mostly on the issue of Islamic law. His laws, ordinances, and postulates. Both from al-Qur’an and the hadith of the Prophet. Jago was right Faruq for such a problem. Hazri believes her best friend is hafizh, a man who memorized the Qur’an, though who is accused of not confessing. It was not once that Hazri caught Faruq chanting the holy verses of the Qur'an without reading the book. It flows like river water. But, when discussing the truth, just as they are stuck. Where the mursyid who was waiting for it did not want to appear. Looking for not to meet. I don't know where it is. Puyeng.

Because it is close to Faruq, the villagers slowly put Hazri as a religious group. Because they always wear the white Hajj, some others think Hazri is a real hajj. The name ‘Pak Haji’ is often thrown. And, strongly suspected because of all that, it seems that more and more girls and widows are bent in front of their friendly when the afternoon. Then, just like Karno, Faruq just laughed and heard it....