Dear Ramadhan - I Miss My Parents Part 1
Dear Ramadan ...
Marhaban Yaa Ramadhan is the word "and the most beautiful thing when hearing these words, imagined in the minds of open minds with family, there is takjil, tarwihan and staying up all night just to wake people" even eat, while hitting "drum, turn on fireworks and shout" in Mosque speaker ... Beautiful atmosphere, even very beautiful ... But slowly "all that vanished, even only imaginable in contemplation when I was daydreaming ... The time" is now over, maybe even it will not go back again ... When "when I was a child, there was no burden in mind, only new clothes were imagined to be worn when Eid arrived bought by Parents ... But this time Ramadhan was very different, even far from what I imagined ... Not only the atmosphere but also the state of the environment not only that the economy really collapsed because of being attacked by a worldwide plague but also the state of my self which collapsed was at a low point that fell into a black point and was wrapped in contempt ... Astagfirul lah, astagfirullah, astagfirullah ... The word "istigfar that always comes from the mouth while contemplating conditions that may be done by myself ... Remembering all sins ... Maybe this is God's way to awaken us so that we are not complacent with the state of the world .. When I was like this, the inhabitants of the world seemed to stay away from God who is always a loyal companion who always hears every complaint that I feel ... Maybe if humans must have said, "Where have you been all this time, the new KM is asking for help when your condition is like this" ... It is fortunate that Allah has the character of An-Nashir (Most Helpful) ... Here I just realized, that God is like a mother and father who is willing to defend his child when his child is in trouble ... O Allah, forgive your servant, your despicable servant who is always oblivious of your commands, who always pretends to "not hear when you call me with the sentence Haya'alla sholaaa ..... !!! Forgive me, O Allah, forgive me ... I am right "want to repent, want to go back to the path that you are ridho'i ... This situation has made me desperate ... Remembering my sins to my parents, who always trouble them even sometimes they always oppose and ignore when they ask to just buy something warped, even though they themselves are never tired of patiently making a living just to think tomorrow What do you want to eat, son ... !!! Even during Ramadan a mother must patiently wake up in the morning " blind prepare everything so that the child "is not too late to eat dawn ... Wake us up with a beautiful tone of voice even though sometimes it must be responded to with a whining voice We are really hard to wake up ... O God forgive the sins of my parents who you have called thy bosom, and forgive my sins "to those who sometimes always irritate them ... Could it be that the heavy burden that I feel at this time is a rebuke from you, Roba, because as long as they are still there Sya not taking care of them and taking care of them ... !!! Forgive Servant Roba ... Forgive Servant .... !!! This time every second, minute and hour seemed to continue to bring doubts in my mind and mind ... Ramadan moments that usually seconds, minutes and hours are always awaited with happiness now bring anxiety, anxiety because of all the problems that are increasingly piled up, like a broken glass that is difficult to be put back together ... !!! Help Servant Roba with Your Keridho'an so that I can solve all your problems without bringing in new problems ... !!! Because right now only your help can help me ...
By. Ganesha Chen
Marhaban Yaa Ramadhan is the word "and the most beautiful thing when hearing these words, imagined in the minds of open minds with family, there is takjil, tarwihan and staying up all night just to wake people" even eat, while hitting "drum, turn on fireworks and shout" in Mosque speaker ... Beautiful atmosphere, even very beautiful ... But slowly "all that vanished, even only imaginable in contemplation when I was daydreaming ... The time" is now over, maybe even it will not go back again ... When "when I was a child, there was no burden in mind, only new clothes were imagined to be worn when Eid arrived bought by Parents ... But this time Ramadhan was very different, even far from what I imagined ... Not only the atmosphere but also the state of the environment not only that the economy really collapsed because of being attacked by a worldwide plague but also the state of my self which collapsed was at a low point that fell into a black point and was wrapped in contempt ... Astagfirul lah, astagfirullah, astagfirullah ... The word "istigfar that always comes from the mouth while contemplating conditions that may be done by myself ... Remembering all sins ... Maybe this is God's way to awaken us so that we are not complacent with the state of the world .. When I was like this, the inhabitants of the world seemed to stay away from God who is always a loyal companion who always hears every complaint that I feel ... Maybe if humans must have said, "Where have you been all this time, the new KM is asking for help when your condition is like this" ... It is fortunate that Allah has the character of An-Nashir (Most Helpful) ... Here I just realized, that God is like a mother and father who is willing to defend his child when his child is in trouble ... O Allah, forgive your servant, your despicable servant who is always oblivious of your commands, who always pretends to "not hear when you call me with the sentence Haya'alla sholaaa ..... !!! Forgive me, O Allah, forgive me ... I am right "want to repent, want to go back to the path that you are ridho'i ... This situation has made me desperate ... Remembering my sins to my parents, who always trouble them even sometimes they always oppose and ignore when they ask to just buy something warped, even though they themselves are never tired of patiently making a living just to think tomorrow What do you want to eat, son ... !!! Even during Ramadan a mother must patiently wake up in the morning " blind prepare everything so that the child "is not too late to eat dawn ... Wake us up with a beautiful tone of voice even though sometimes it must be responded to with a whining voice We are really hard to wake up ... O God forgive the sins of my parents who you have called thy bosom, and forgive my sins "to those who sometimes always irritate them ... Could it be that the heavy burden that I feel at this time is a rebuke from you, Roba, because as long as they are still there Sya not taking care of them and taking care of them ... !!! Forgive Servant Roba ... Forgive Servant .... !!! This time every second, minute and hour seemed to continue to bring doubts in my mind and mind ... Ramadan moments that usually seconds, minutes and hours are always awaited with happiness now bring anxiety, anxiety because of all the problems that are increasingly piled up, like a broken glass that is difficult to be put back together ... !!! Help Servant Roba with Your Keridho'an so that I can solve all your problems without bringing in new problems ... !!! Because right now only your help can help me ...
By. Ganesha Chen
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