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77. studying tawhid mutlakah 1

Isya’ prayers have just ended. Hazri sat in the back corner of the room in Al-Khoir Mosque. Somewhat in the middle there, Faruq is preparing to teach the youth of this village. The seeds were twisted as usual. His heart is broken.

How not? Almost two weeks back and forth to Progo asking to learn “Tawhid al-Mutlakah’, rejected continuously. Waiting for the sign, not yet, waiting for the sign, not yet. What signs and when Hazri does not know because Pak Subakir does not want to open. Confused, it feels close, but never held. Counted up meant that he had been there nine times, including the first one.

There, Hazri got acquainted with some students of silat college ‘Safinatun Najat’. Two of them were named Bilal and Agil. These two are always there every time Hazri comes, except the first one. It seemed that the senior disciple due to his energy aura was also stronger than the others. On one occasion, Hazri confided in them, asking why Mr. Subakir had not yet accepted him as a disciple. Who knows, they know the reason.

“All depends on his intention, Mas Mahmud,” replied Agil.

Bilal smiled as he continued to twist his prayer beads.

“Lho, my intention is clear, Kang Agil? I want to learn ‘Tawhid al-Mutlakah’..,” said Hazri. Hearing that, Bilal and Agil looked startled for a while, then chuckled.

“Why?” Hazri was astonished, a little annoyed as well. Already back and forth rejected by Mr. Subakir, uh. now even laughed at his students.

‘“No, no, Mas Mahmud. Excuse me. Anyway just now, all actions depend on his intentions,” Agil said as he still gave a smile.

Hazri pondered for a moment. “According to Akang, what's wrong with my intention?”

“That knows the intention of Mas Mahmud ya Mas Mahmud himself, and Allah. I don't know anything about this,” replied Agil. Kata ‘Allah’ accidentally pressed its pronunciation.

Hazri pondered again. “It seems to be right. What's less, huh? Maybe Kang Agil or Kang Bilal can give me input?” angled.

Agil and Bilal both shook their heads. “Please Mas Mahmud reflect on it himself,” said Agil closed the conversation...

Hazri looked at Faruq who was correcting his student's reading. ‘Niat, oh intention. What happened to my intention?’ he asked in his heart.

It feels right. My intention to learn ‘Tawhid al-Mutlakah’. What's wrong? Why is Mr Subakir still not accepting me? Let me trace again. I'm coming to Progo, I want to see Ostrali's pigeon. Unexpectedly ‘Cakra Buana’ lost by ‘something’ there. Search-search turned out ‘something’ was ‘Tawhid al-Mutlakah’ his Pak Subakir. As per Ki Ageng's message, I have to learn a higher level of white magic from ‘Cakra Buana’. So I intend to study that study.

Where's the harm? Hazri shook her head while breathing. The tasbih keeps turning. Suddenly he gasped. Seen by him, a purple nuance blew into the mosque, clumping like thick smoke. Like what used to happen in a car when forcing yourself into a car. But what is now fragrant, not stuffy. It was so fragrant and more fragrant, I don't know what. Hazri was conscious, and Faruq, who was teaching the naji, was seen. Everything inside the mosque was like being caged by this fragrant purple smoke. “Allah. ..,” he sighed in his consciousness. The pillows of prayer are getting faster.

Instantly, Jlab.... The purple nuance turned bright. It is not clear what color, it is very bright, but it does not dazzle the eyes. Smooth and soft. As I once experienced when I was with Cika in a hotel room. His consciousness remained, but Faruq and all within this mosque were now nowhere to be seen, including his mosque. There is only a vast expanse of light without edges. Light and only light, nothing seemed. Enjoy the taste, enjoy matchless. Human language cannot express that pleasure.

“Allah, Allah, Allah, Allah..,” Hazri continue chanting dhikr.

Then, an authoritative voice sounded like the rumbling of thunder. “Hai Muhammad! Aren't you looking for mursyid?”

Hazri gasped again, her soul shaking violently. It feels like a midget hit by a giant sledgehammer. “Subhanallab...,” he let out a long sigh. Jlab, as soon as this expanse of light disappeared, Hazri felt his footing break, then he slid down from a height.

Hazri manages to catch her hunting breath, the rest of the tears removed quickly with her sleeves. The voice of many children who were teaching was still the same as before, Faruq also seemed to teach as usual. No one knows what Hazri just went through,

“Allah, Most Holy Thou..,” he said quietly. “Allah, forgive me..”Hazri sighed again while looking down deeply.

Clearly now the error in his intention was. Hazri weighs, wanting to tell Faruq about this. But his conscience forbids. So, he held back. After he calmed down again, Hazri approached Faruq.

“Ustadz, I first..,”.

“Tumben fast, Mr Haji?”

“Iya, suddenly remember there is a sudden need.”

Faruq also nodded. “Assalamu’alaikum,” Hazri said hello.

“Wa’alaikum greetings,” reply Faruq, along with all his students.

Hazri soon returns home to prepare for Progo. Steady heart now because the matter of intention is clear. Find mursyid. This was the true intention he had in his heart. The defeat of ‘Cakra Buana’ is just an intermediary of events. Similarly with his desire to learn ‘Tawhid al-Mutlakah’. That's not. His pure intention was to seek a spiritual guide with the love of God, seeking the murshid. Isn't this what he always says through his prayers? Not want all the studies.

Close felt distance Tidar to Progo. Now Hazri is in front of Mr. Subakir's house. After the car parked well, he rushed to get there. The front door was wide open, with Mr. Subakir, Bilal, and Agil in the living room. Everyone smiled at his arrival.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” greet Hazri.

“Wa’alaikum greetings,” reply them.

Hazri came in, greeted them and sat there. Mr. Subakir, Bilal, and Agil were all wearing white suits. It was as if they were waiting for his presence.

“Welcome ‘Ki Mahmud Tidar’..,” chirps Pak Subakir joking.

Hazri mesem. Bilal and Agil were smiling too.

“What else now, Mas Mahmud? Still want ‘Tauhid al-Mutlakah’ review?” said Mr. Subakir fishing.

Bilal and Agil looked at Hazri, their faces stiffening slightly.

Hazri sighed. “Bismillah. Mr. Subakir, I'm looking for a murshid. I want to know God. I want to learn ‘Tawhid al-Mutlakah’ without review. Kindly for guidance from Mr.”

“Alhamdulillah..,” Pak Subakir, Bilal, and Agil said together.

Mr. Subakir immediately said a prayer. The recitation was foreign to Hazri's ears. I think he had never heard this prayer before. After praying, Mr. Subakir stood hugging Hazri tightly. “Mari..,” invite.

They also headed to the room next to this house. A small hall, similar to a simple mushala. “Please sit down, Mas Mahmud,” Pak Subakir said.

Hazri sat down cross-legged at the designated spot. Mr. Subakir was cross-legged in front of him. Agil sat down a bit behind Hazri. Bilal came out again, out of nowhere.

“Bapak would like to apologize first, already tagged Mas Mahmud..,” said Mr. Subakir with a smile. Hazri smiled too. “Safinatun Najat is not the name of silat science, it is the name of dzikir assembly here.”

Hazri. “Dzikir assembly..,” murmur.

“Then, about ‘Tauhid al-Mutlakah’ review, true what Mas Mahmud said earlier. That's not a study. Absolute fearlessness toward Allah the Most Solemn is not a kind of study. Tawhid is the truth.”

Hazri nodded again. Bilal and Agil laughed at the time.

“Iya, Sir.” Hazri nodded steadily.

“Didn't tucked in another intention? Want to be rich or want to be successful for example?”

Hazri was silent for a moment, then shook her head. “No, Sir.”

Mr. Subakir nodded. “Why does Mahmud want to know God? What's reason?”

Why yes? Hazri looked into his heart. Traced, not found. Tried again, still not found. Why yes? Do you want to be God's lover? Maybe yes, initially because it was influenced by Faruq's story, but only briefly. Now, there is no more desire. So, why? Return of the heart.

“Open it, Mas Mahmud, don't hide it,” said Mr. Subakir. Maybe because he saw Hazri a little long contemplating.

“Eemm...., don't meet, sir, no reason. I just want to know God, that's it. Not for nothing..” replied Hazri finally. I also worry that the answer is wrong.

“Is that the truth?” ask Mr. Subakir seriously.

Waduh is wrong, Hazri. But he answered honestly. “Betul, Sir. I have no reason. Reason, no reason.”

“Alhamdulillah..,” Teach Mr. Subakir. “That's how the intention is.”

You know, it turns out..

“The intention is right. But, you still need to ask again nih.”

Hazri grimacing. It's not finished yet, the interview.

“According to Mas Mahmud, which human being?”

Hazri's forehead immediately wrinkled. “Which human is it? What does that mean, sir?”

“Truly human. Between the body and spirit, which is true?”

Hazri still doesn't understand. He knew that man had a body and a soul, but what was the true meaning?

“If people die, who go what?” ask Mr. Subakir again.

“That's it..,” replied Hazri.

“Well, there is a soul and there is a body in man. Which one is true?”

Hazri. “I think, his soul.”

Pak Subakir egypt. “Not his body?”

Hazri shook her head slowly. “That's.”

“Why soul?” chase Mr. Subakir.

“Because the spirit to the realm of eternity, while the body is exhausted on the ground.”

Mr. Subakir nodded. “True. Why hesitate? The true human being is his soul. The body is just a container that will run out of time. True things are not broken. If it can still be damaged or destroyed, it is not true. It's a fake alias. But, please understand that you speak on a pure level of authenticity. Not true according to worldly measure or just a human standard.”

Hazri permeates Mr. Subakir's words. Right, it should be. “So, sir, it means that the human spirit cannot be damaged or destroyed?”

“Iya. Why proceed to eternal nature if it can be damaged? Know, Mahmud, the soul of man is always holy, pure. Spirit, not soul.”

“Emang, is there a difference between spirit and soul?”

Mr. Subakir laughed a little. “Clearly, real difference.”

“What is it, Sir?”

“Later yes. While just accept it first until the understanding that the soul and soul are different meanings. Because, this has entered the science section of the essence.”

Hazri also understood.

“Bapak continue. The spirit is permanent in nature. Utah, not young not old, not handsome not ugly, neither men nor women.”

“Hah? Ruh not Jaki-male not female, sir?” Hazri.

Subakir and Agil smiled.

Hazri shook her head, hard to believe. To the best of his knowledge, the soul was male and some were female. If not, why are there men and women now?

“Difficult to believe, Mas Mahmud? Hahaha, it's okay. It cannot be understood without its knowledge because it includes the essence. Later will understand if Mas Mahmud already got the taste. We postpone this section first, free if forced. Man lam yadzud lam yadri.., who does not feel, does not know.”.

Hazri.

“But, you can also give me easy PR. He replied later if Mas Mahmud had felt. For example, there are people who muddle their hands or feet, does his soul also join the muffler?”

Hazri. Subakir and Agil laughed lightly.

Bilal comes in with a tray. On it were four hot coffee cups. Apparently he came out to make this.

“Come, drink coffee first let fresh..,” invite Mr. Subakir.

They each sipped their coffee.