Way Home
81. That was the beginning

That's initially. The Maha Murshid was pleased to grant Hazri's request to be reunited with her murshid. Now, there is no time left without the dhikr of Light. He was holding this order. Light is not held back by time and space. Can be done anywhere, anytime, and when anything. In fact, while sleeping. For the true dhikr, the true memory of Allah, must be lasting. Continuously. Uninterrupted by any reason. If it is still disconnected then the dhikr is not true.

The alawasulan is never abandoned, because Hazri has no job. Unemployed elite. Every Monday night and Friday night’at, nine o'clock in the evening he's been hanging out in Progo. Departure always bakda isya’ from Tidar. Other days are the same. You can say, almost every night now he's there. It is good to discuss high-class notions of Truth with experts. Accompanied by coffee, cigarettes, and martabak telor as well. Hemm....

It turns out that Mr. Subakir was happy to joke. Humorists. In the past, when he first heard Faruq's story, Hazri had imagined mursyid like fierce and firm. It turns out not here, even a lot of laughter “Tauhid is beautiful and the beautiful must be cheerful,” said Mr. Subakir one day. “If it is still cramped, it still needs to frown, it means it has not arrived. Breaking through continue to use light dzikir.” At that time there was a brother who was a lot of frown because it was being plagued by worldly problems. Ordinary, business sagged, the wife was careless.

In fact, the dhikr assembly of Safinatun Najat hundreds in number. But, being present when alawasulan is not much, always between nine and forty-one people only. Never less than nine and not more than forty-one. Curious, Hazri asked this.

“If present all is not quite the place. Spill into the street, hehehe.... But this divine secret is also. From the time before that. Not all the brothers will arrive. Like sieving sand, only the big ones will survive, the small ones. And so they have been committed. Insha Allah is safe, the origin of his dhikr istiqamah. Yes, nine and forty-one are not ordinary numbers. Know no?”

“Yang forty-one, I know.”

“What to try?”

“Every forty-one people, one guardian.”

Mr. Subakir laughed. “Know where is Mas Mahmud?”

“There was Ustadz who told me, before I met Guru.”

Mr. Subakir nodded. “If that's nine?”

Hazri.

“Do not mess with nine, hehehe... In our bodies there are nine holes which are the entrance of lust. Two eyes, two ears, two nostrils, one mouth, two more under.

Hazri.

“Actually there are ten, but this one is already closed. Which one is try?”

Hazri pondered for a moment. “Pusar,” answer later.

“Betul. Mas Mahmud knows the secret navel?”

Hazri. “To my knowledge, it was used to distribute baby food from the body of his mother.

“Betul by biology. From a spiritual perspective?”

Hazri nodded again. “When the fetus in the mother's womb, that's an example of true Islamic practice.”

“Please explanation, Teacher...”.

“After God breathes His soul, the fetus that is still in the mother's womb is alive. And so, he lives in truth. In fact, total surrender to God. No protest, no complaint. To be loved by anyone, his parents, accepted. Drawn in a narrow space until you have to bend the body was not upset. Sharia, just want to be appreciated by the mother he did not fight. Silent, calm, resigned. His mother, the truth of God. That is the true practice of Islam. Total surrender to Divine.”

“At that time, the baby is not able to fight, Guru?”

“That's. Not yet able to resist, but not against His will. Remember, the nine paths of lust were still closed at that time, which opened only the path of truth. Hole reality.”

“Subhanallah..,” Hazri as realized.

“Berojol born. So, nine doors of lust were opened, the one was closed. Slowly but surely lust began to come, clinging to his soul. Continues to many years of age. Thick feet. The holy spirit was also tightly shut in the confinement of lust. Man forgets his true self, the further away he is from God. However, the soul still tries to remind about the nature of its sanctity, through the voices of conscience. Unfortunately, in most humans, the scroll of lust is so dominant. The holy warnings were drowned in the raging storm of the demonic ocean.”.

Hazri. “Please an explanation of spirit and soul,” he said later. Remembering. Mr. Subakir once promised to explain this.

“Human spirit is holy and will remain holy because of Godhead. Don't want to be God, watch out! The human spirit has a nash or relationship with the dignity of the Godhead. The soul is the spirit that follows its lust. So, the soul is more lust equal to the soul. As per the explanation.”

“If life?”

“Just the same understanding with the soul,” replied Mr. Subakir.

Hazri was beginning to understand. “So, what to throw away is his lust?”

“Not dumped. Lust cannot be disposed of, even after death. Ordinary sanctified. As the word of the Apostle, ‘Nafsuku has muslim.’ Well, lust can be purified by dominating the spirit in the soul. How is that? Always remembering God. If it is placed with the dzikir Light or dzikir Ruh. True meet true, Ruh met spirit.”

Hazri. “If people die, what will his lust be?”

“Iya. That's exactly the reference. You first fix the understanding of Mas Mahmud who yesterday. It is not the soul that goes away when people die, but the soul. His spirit and lust were taken out with a package. To be seen, the strength of the soul or the lust in the soul. Indeed, the obligation of man and jinn in life now is only to purify the soul by dominating the spirit of his lust. Don't be confused, the genie also has a spirit. According to the Sharia, this duty is called worship. If you can, roll up all those passions in holiness. Like the words of His Majesty earlier, muslimkan our passions each. O yea ayyatuaan nafsul muthmainnah, O quiet soul. See in Qur’an, Surat al-Fajr verse twenty-seven. Well, has it calmed down yet our souls? Will not be able to calm down if his lust is still rampant.”

Satisfied Hazri. He had never had an explanation like this.

“If the restless soul dies, how then, Master?”

“Rambutan tree, Guru?” chase Hazri all of you.

“Hahaha...,” Pak Subakir and the others laughed.

“Likes That Go. Wanted to hang on a rambutan tree, could. Stuck under the bridge can also, hehehe.... Still good on the rambutan tree, deserve to be a ghost. Grinning the nakutin of passers-by. If you are told to take care, what is the spinach tree? Want to be popeye?”

All the brothers laughed again, including Hazri of course.

“Not going to hell, sir?” ask Iwan. One of the brothers here.

“Syariatnya. Try you want to ask, according to Iwan, heaven and hell is where the hell?”

“There, Sir...”.

“There where?”

“There, later in the afterlife.”

“Ooh, later yes. If there is no one now?”

“Yes nothing, sir. It hasn't yet come to an end.”

Pak Subakir egypt. Several brothers also appeared smiling, including Bilal and Agil. Maybe they understand this better. Hazri looked seriously, because he was still dark. To his knowledge, the picture of heaven and hell is as Iwan said earlier.

“If sirathal mustaqim, straight path, what is it like according to Iwan?” lure Mr. Subakir again.

“Eemm, what is it? Said the titian serambut split seven.”

Pak Subakir egypt. Some brothers returned smiles.

“What's splitting it, Wan? Thin too? Whose hair is long enough to be a bridge?”

Can't stand it, some of the brothers chuckled.

Iwan scratched his head. Smirking him too.

“Next Iwan would say that hell is like a lake of great fire, sirathal mustaqim spread on it. All men of all ages and nations are gathered on one side. On the other hand, there is a vaguely beautiful door of heaven. By the fierce guardian angels, the poor humans were told to walk one-to-one on the bridge half-hairy at seven earlier. Mawning a little, plung fell into a hell whose flames licked ferociously down there. If successful acrobatics, with a cheerful face he welcomed heaven. Forty virgin angels continue to be ready to serve Iwan, along with all the wine and other pleasures. Mantaaapl. Is that the movie?”

Ivan cengengesan. “Iya, Sir..”.

“If sure so, may Iwan go to heaven.” said Mr. Subakir while smiling gently to one of his students. “But, Wan, I want to ask you again. We have already discussed, the one who returned to the afterlife was his soul. His spirit and his lust. Well, the shape of the soul of Iwan is not the same as the handsome Iwan today. Iwan's soul has testicles so?”

“Hahaha...,” laughs all there. Know what testicles mean. Iwan who was being a serious joke was also laughing.

“Lha yes, if you do not have a testicle Iwan want to wear what ngerjain angel virgin? Jawed? Pretty kiss hehehe... But, does the soul have a mouth? What can be used kiss, drink wine, and eat the apple of heaven?”

The laughter grew louder.

“Where, Wan?” ask Mr. Subakir again.

Iwan shook his head while still grinning.

“It is up to each other to what extent can believe something. But, in spiritual matters like this we must realize that human language cannot translate all divine images. God says angel, then we translate exactly like the angelic form that is in the imagination. Don't do so, the fog will understand. How not? Who has ever seen the angel that God meant? Who says the angel must be a woman who is smooth white skin, clear eyeballs, and winged like a dragonfly? Who dares guarantee?”

Mangosteen ivan. Starting to understand it looks.

“If you believe, heaven is a picture of true tranquility for the soul that is able to reach it. So is hell, the picture of the ultimate restlessness for souls who fail to find their true selves. Those who are lost in their wanderings in this mortal realm. Failed to find your way home.”

Hazri also understood.

“If you can, Wan, do not let Iwan be sure that in hell there will be souls tortured using irons. The problem is, Iwan worried that he imagined the iron as it was at home. Brand Panasonic.”

“Hahaha...,” the atmosphere that started syahdu was boisterous again.

“Makanya, rather than ironing angels using Panasonic irons, mending now we neaten first each soul. Counting comes to lighten the workload of the angel of hell. Poor them, already most of the soul tangles that must be ironed...”.

Laughter is also getting boisterous.