#Syeikh

[stay-alive-again]

Mówisz, że kochasz deszcz, Ale wyciągasz parasol, Kiedy pada. Mówisz, że kochasz słońce, Ale chowasz się w cień, Kiedy świeci. Mówisz, że kochasz wiatr, Ale zamykasz wszystkie okna, Kiedy wieje. To dlatego jestem pełen obaw, Kiedy mówisz to samo Także o mnie...

"I Am Afraid" Qyazzirah Syeikh Ariffin

[trogo-auto-egocratico]

Tú dices que amas la lluvia,

sin embargo usas un paraguas cuando llueve.

Tú dices que amas el sol,

pero siempre buscas una sombra cuando el sol brilla.

Tú dices que amas el viento,

pero cierras las ventanas cuando el viento sopla.

Por eso tengo miedo,

cuando dices que me amas.

Qyazzirah Syeikh Ariffin.

Por eso tengo miedo.

[arrahmahcom]

Grand Syekh Al Azhar Apresiasi Kiprah Indonesia dalam Isu Palestina

JAKARTA (Arrahmah.id) – Grand Syekh Universitas Al Azhar as-Syarif Mesir Ahmad Muhammad Ahmed Al Tayeb mengapresiasi kiprah Indonesia dalam mewujudkan perdamaian di Gaza, Palestina. Hal itu disampaikan Menteri Luar Negeri (Menlu) Retno Marsudi dalam keterangannya kepada wartawan di Kompleks Istana Kepresidenan Jakarta, Selasa, usai mendampingi Presiden Joko Widodo (Jokowi) menerima kunjungan…

[sebiruhariini]

"Jadilah seperti anak kecil saat meminta kepada Allah swt. Yang jika permintaannya tidak diberikan, ia akan menangis sampai akhirnya diberikan oleh ibunya".

(Alm. Syeikh Ali Jaber)

[nisakhairunnisa]

Tentang Jodoh & Rizqi

Itu kenapa manusia diberi akal, karena kita selalu hendak dihadapkan dengan pilihan-pilihan. Kita yg pilih jalan apa, dengan cara apa. Kita diberi akal u/ bisa memilih mana yang salah, mana yang benar. Yang keliru dihindari, sekalipun itu menyenangkan bagi diri. Yang benar ikuti, sekalipun itu mungkin bagi kita tak menyenangkan hati dan tak menguntungkan sama sekali.

Karena hari ini, betapa banyak manusia yang memilih jalan yang keliru karena menyenangkan bagi diri. Betapa banyak manusia yang menghalalkan segala cara hanya untuk dunia yang ia ingini. Betapa banyak yang memilih bahagia di dunia, tanpa peduli bagaimana keadaan di akhirat nanti.

Dari Sahl bin Sa’ad berkata, Rasulullah Shallallahu’alaihi Wasallam pernah bersabda, “Seandainya dunia ini sama nilainya dengan sayap nyamuk di sisi Allah. Niscaya Ia tidak akan memberikan minuman dari dunia itu kepada orang kafir, meskipun hanya seteguk air” (HR. Tirmidzi. Syeikh Albani menshahihkan hadis ini)

Ya Rabb, jaga selalu diri ini dari jalan yang keliru, sekalipun berlimang kebahagiaan dunia di dalam nya. Tunjukan selalu ya Allah, bahwa yang benar itu benar, dan yang salah itu salah. Ilhami kami dengan hidayah kebaikan, agar jodoh & rizqi yang kami dapatkan tak dilempar dengan penuh kemurkaan.

Bandung, 10 September 2024

[justjams2003]

Fast Pace-6

I do apologize to everyone who has been waiting so so long for this. I was shadowbanned and didn't want to upload anything while, because then you guys can't read it :(. But now, you guys can!

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

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Word count: 2,9k

Masterlist

Part 5~Part 7

A loud thunder crack causes a few people in the restaurant's head to snap up to the sky. Including my dear Y/N. Is she scared of thunder? Caco did not tell me this.  

Usually, my mind would immediately worry about the race. How will the rain affect the car? How will the rain affect the track? How the rain affect my driving? Not now, ever since saw her for the first-time racing has been at the far back of my mind. If Caco or any of the Ferrari team knew this, they’d want to get rid of her as soon as possible. But if she has to leave so do I.  

Her big brown eyes look up to me with concern and it just makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and never let go. Now, I worry about her getting wet. She might get sick or slip and fall. I did not bring an umbrella. I bring up my phone and go to dial the driver, but I’m interrupted before I can make the call.  

“What are you doing?” Those delicate brows of hers pull together while she asks me. “I’m calling a driver.” We haven’t finished eating, barely halfway through the meal but I’d kick myself if she develops a cold so soon in my care. There is a twinkle in her eyes and a smile pulls at her cheeks. “Why would you do that?” I can’t help but want to know what she is thinking.  

“I don’t want you to get sick, querida.” I lean forward, wanting to take her hand and caress it, but I’m not sure if she’ll allow me yet. A small laugh, a gentle one, she’s clearly amused with me, escapes her lips. “I���m sure a little rain won’t hurt. I’m not made of sugar.” She shrugs and can’t imagine that someone has such little care for their well-being. Especially someone as valuable as her.  

Consistently, my brow raises. “Care to explain the medical bills I paid then?” Her cheeks light up and her eyes drag down to her shoes again. Now that her hair is down, she insists on hiding behind it. But when her eyes meet me again, she seems to beg for me to forget about it. How could I ever forget anything about her? “In any case, for me you are made candy floss.”  

“You know, that reminds me of a poem. The author of it unknown, some people accredit it to Shakespear but clearly, they did not pay attention in English class if they think that. The true poet is unknown, but some consider it to be Qyazzirah Syeikh Ariffin. He says that you love the rain, but you open your umbrella. You love the sun but hide in the shade. It goes on but later he says that he fears what it means to be loved.”  

Her words are so captivating, and her mind is something that I’d get lost in. The words she speaks, to me it’s like listening to a professor. One who has studied years to know exactly what they are saying. If she was my teacher, I’d get 100%, because I’d cling to her every word. If I could have her talking forever, I’d make sure I will live forever so that I may hear every word.  

“How do you know this?” I ask, needing her to say more. She gives the cutest shrug. “It was between cooking or teaching English. I thought I’d make more money cooking and my parents wanted me to choose something more stable.” My blood boils thinking her parents wouldn’t support her true dream. How could they not see the beauty I see?  

“But do you like it? The cheffing I mean.” She seems to think for a moment, biting her lip. If she does it, one more time I wonder if I’ll have control. But I must, I can’t scare her off. I can’t bear to lose her. And I won’t. Not of my own doing and not by anybody else’s. I’ll give her the world and make sure no one can give her anything else or take anything from her.  

“Um... I did, at the beginning. When I could move to the centre of France, Paris. When I got to be independent, but it soon turned out to be more than I bargained for. I quickly got sick, because I wasn’t eating well. My mind wanders and it would take my mother calling for me to realise I hadn’t eaten. And then I fell behind on the bills. The stress made me smoke more which made me sicker.” Ah I see.  

The big world just got too much for my baby. She’s too small to know how to care for herself. I see now why she needs me so. Her mind wanders to a fantasy world. She wants to be someone big and important. And paramount people don’t have to worry about those small things like what to eat and drinking enough water.  

“Are you feeling any withdrawals yet? I know it was a bit thing to ask but you must know that I just want you to be as healthy as possible. So that you can enjoy all the things in life I want to give you.” She gives a coy smile and shakes her head. “No, it’s the least I can do for all you’ve done so far. I thought I’d be stuck with that debt for the rest of my life.”  

She rolls her eyes just thinking about it. I could see the moment the money was transferred that her shoulders got lighter, and her smile got brighter. I won’t let another thing in the world affect her like this. Nothing will ever again sit on her shoulders. “If you feel even slightly off tell me immediately.” She nods, hiding her face again.  

It irritates me, I want to see her as much as I can. I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear. I’ll have to get her some hair accessories, just to make sure she doesn’t hide from me anymore.  

Because I can get her anything. She has me to provide for her and make sure that she stays in the most pristine condition. Now she can go of in her fantasy world and I’ll stay on earth to make her bubble doesn’t burst. “So, you don’t want to work as a cook anymore?” I need to ask, and I need to know exactly what her dreams consist of so that I may make it a reality.  

Again, she bites her lip, and I can feel my trousers grow tight. How on earth has she been roaming this earth? How are people not fighting tooth and nail to be in my position? “I think I’d much prefer something...slower. Less stressful, you know? I’d like to cook, yes, but rather at home or maybe even have my own show!”  

The excitement twinkles in her eyes again and I must know more. “When I was younger, my mother would teach me how to cook and I’d always imagine that I'm on a program. We’d watch master chef and I’d always imagine being Christina Tosi or Amandine Chaignot. But even then more than anything I wanted to be involved in fashion. In any shape or form. Even if I had to cook to the models.”  

She laughs, ever so slightly and I can see the memories flash behind her eyes. Then it will be so. Then suddenly we can both hear a slight pitter patter fall on the roof top. Her eyes instantly snap right over my shoulder. Watching as the pavement turn from concrete grey to cloudy grey.  

“As I was saying before. If it rains I am not afraid to get wet. If it snows I will not be afraid of the cold. And if I ever fall in love I hope I treat it the same.” I can’t help but lean in closer. I can’t help myself. In every sense I need to be as close as possible to her. Even if, for now, I don’t know if she wants me to be as near as I want to be.  

But when she looks up at me with those big doe eyes, my actions become uncontrolable. Her gaze makes me feel like a prescious jewel being discovered for the first time. Even if it is her who is Painite, rarer than Diamonds, rarer than Emeralds. Her hands are just too resistable, her skin too soft. I take her hand in mine, but refuse to look anywhere but her hypnotic eyes.  

I bring her knuckles to my lips and place a slow, gentle kiss. “You promise?” Her fair cheeks turn a rosy pink colour. She bites her lips and it takes everything in me not to kiss her. “I can’t make any promoses, Carlos. Emotions aren’t to be controlled or guarenteed. They are free and wild and only earned.”  

“Then I will earn your heart.”  

My heart breaks that I had to leave her, but my personal trainer had been blowing up my phone. I know he’s right. I know I have to keep my body up to standard for the racing. Even then, my mind is still with her. I had let her play in the rain after our late lunch. I could see in her eyes that she so badly wanted to play.  

I told her that I’ll buy her everything all over again just to see her happy. Just to see her enjoy herself I’d let her rip the entire hotel appart. This did make her smile and it melted my heart. I didn’t care for the people staring, or the people taking pictures. All I see is the twinkle in her eyes and those cheeks become round with a wide smile.  

When I left her, her nose and cheeks were rosy pink and she was cold to the touch. I told her to take a shower and bundle up. I was honestly struggling to keep my head straight while gyming. The thought of the water fallings over those soft curves of hers makes me hot and heavy. It makes me adrenaline go crazy and my mind fuzzy. My trainer said I hit a new PR on the weights.  

I had been gone for at least an hour or two, but the sun had long since set. The girls I’d been with before, yes they were kind, yes they were sweet, but they just weren’t her. It was the moment I set my eyes on her in that restuarant, I knew I had to have her. They feared the public eye, they wanted nothing to do with the most important parts of my life. She craves it, she’s there whenever I need her.  

I found her curled up on the couch. She’d taken the extra cushions and comforters and build herself a bed there. The blankets are all the way up to her nose. She’s curled into a little ball. Taking up as little space as possible. My heart flutters and my cock goes hard. I need a shower.  

Why would she do that? Hadn’t I told her to sleep on the bed? Why does she insist on defying me when all I do is for her betterment? Terco como siempre. I prepare the bed, making sure there isn’t a single then wrong. I pick her up bridal style, up close I can hear the very light snores. She doesn’t wake, however, she cuddles up closer to me. And when I tuck her in nice and close and can’t help but notice how innocent she looks with her new pj’s.  

She clings to my shirt when I lay her down, in her subconscious she needs me as much as I need her. More than the money, more than the fame, more than the job. She wants me, she needs me. I am nothing without her and I must make sure that I will never loose her.  

After the shower, she’d thrown the duvet off to the side. She’d spread out across the bed and her shirt had ridden up right under her breast. And suddenly I need a cold shower again. Her skin is soft, like a freshly hatched dove. Her skin the same colour too and I can’t but want her to get more sun.  

My hands move without control again. Her delicate curves are like a magnet to my body. I make sure to be as soft and slow as I can, to not make a noise. Just slightly hovering above her small body. My lips make contact with the arch of her collarbone, just small gentle kisses. I do not make a sound, but she sure does. Smalls whimpers and whines escape her lips.  

Mi pequeña wants this. Still deep in sleep, but her hands grab for me. Yearn for me, like I do to her. Just soft, almost ticklish kisses on her collar. Worshipping her like I so badly want to. But, for now, I won’t take it any further. Call it but a goodnight kiss. I slept on the couch, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.  

“Dulce niña, what happened here? Did you hurt yourself while I was gone?” Carlos’ hands come up to your neck. You instantly notice how his hands are big enough to wrap around your entire neck, you’re sure. Your brows intertwine, you know what he’s talking about. You tried curling your hair, to look good if there are cameras, but clearly you need more practice.  

His brows furrow and concern fill his eyes. The look in his eyes is the same as last night, in your dreams. You can remember his big stromg arms taking holding you. Of those storming eyes commanding you to scream his name. If he found out about these filthy dreams you had, you’d sink into the ground of embarresment. He’s a classy guy who hasn’t asked for anything more than a smile, now you’re the one thinking of his skin on yours.  

 Not only that but you woke up in the bed this morning, even after going to bed on the couch. You and your girls had been talking for longer than you’d realised, likely falling asleep while on the phone call. They’d been just as excited as you were about the whole day. Both of them swooning and wishing their partners would do and say what he does.  

You heard him coming back while you were getting ready. “No, no, don’t start with that mister.” You say, jabbing him in his chest. He’s sweaty and had clearly just come back from the gym. It’s already 07:30. His eyebrows furrow together. “I told you that I’d sleep on the couch. You are a very important person and need your full rest.”  

A smirk forms on his face and it only makes you more annoyed. He crosses his arms and leans back, clearly done listening. “You already take care of me, give me a chance to take care of you. Relationships are 50/50. Even the more...unconventoinal ones.” You can’t help but hold onto his shirt, really wanting to drive the point home. “I agree, you tell me what you want and I give it to you. 50/50.”  

You fold your arms together and roll your eyes. “Vous êtes impossible.” Something compared to a growl escapes his throat. He pulls you close to him by the hips. “I like it when you talk French to me.” Then his hand grazes your collar again. “Now tell me, what happened.” Concern is etched into his eyes and his touch is as gently as can be.  

You shrug, “I wanted to curl my hair, but I haven’t used the curling iron in a few years...” He looks confronted with your words. “If you know you can’t use it, why risk hurting yourself.” He tucks a strand of now wavy hair behind your ear. You shrug and look up at him, “I wanted to impress you.” He lets out a loud laugh and takes your face in his hands.  

“You’re too cute. What’d I do to have someone like you share a hotel room with me?” His eyes look and it makes you feel so warm inside. “You paid me,” your answer is blunt but the truth. You’re still not entirely sure where you stand in this strange relationship. He laughs just like before, “That reminds me, I got you something.”  

He then opens his gym bag and then pulls out a handfull of things. He hands them to you and you can see it’s a bunch of hair accesories. A gold headband, a gold claw clip and some scrunchies of various colours. You furrow your brows at him and he ecplains himself by taking the headband and carefully guiding it across your hair. “I don’t like how you hide from me. This should make sure that you can’t anymore.” Your cheeks go pink, he noticed.  

“Can I ask you a really strange question?” You’re not sure why now you decided to ask the question that’s been forming in your bind. It just slipped out and when he looks at you like that you don’t have much control anymore. “Always.” He smiles, still fixing your hair.  “Do I have to call you daddy?”  

His hand stops and his eyes meet yours. He forms a slight grin and then pulls your closer by the shoulders. He bends down low and then whispers in your ear. “Only when you want something.”  

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[imaanovernafs]

Syeikh Ubayd al-Jābirī حفظه الله said :

❝Retracting a mistake is a sign of one's good intention.❞

[Tanbīh Dhawī al-‘Uqūl al-Salīmah, page 38]

[sindilestariputrisworld]

Pelajaran Berharga.

Semakin hari seperti memahami konsep rezeki. Mulai dari yang sekarang diri sedang menjalani usaha reseller pakaian, hingga dari yang lainnya. Salah satu contoh hikmah yang diraup selama saya belajar adalah saya selalu teringat janji Allah dalam hadis Qudsi. Allah mengatakan kepada kita untuk tidak takut akan sempitnya rezeki sebab perbendaharaan Allah itu banyak dan perbendaharaan Allah itu tidak akan habis selamanya. Allah juga menyebut bahwa Allah telah menjamin rezeki kita, maka tidak perlu kita capek, artinya di sini kita ikhtiar dan tawakal. Maksudnya tidak usah khawatir/terlalu jor-joran terhadapnya.

Benar, ya. Waktu itu pernah sekali diri sangat membutuhkan biaya akan suatu hal. Memang ada keinginan yang sepertinya harus diperjuangkan tanpa meminta kepada orang tua. Tapi waktu itu jika diri pergi menjual barang, kewajiban diri sepertinya akan cukup terlalaikan(kalau tdk salah wktu itu diri hrs kajian, hrs memuroja'ah, hrs nugas) . Akhirnya diri memilih kewajiban, menyandarkan segala keinginan kepada Allah dan bersabar atas keinginan tersebut, dengan berniat mencari waktu setelah semuanya selesai, tiba-tiba tanpa menawarkan barang lagi, tidak disangka-sangka barang jualan diri ini laku atas izin Allah, yang tak sengaja ke rumah pulangnya membeli, yang tak mencari akhirnya membutuhkan. MaasyaaAllah. Betapa maha kuasa Allah.

Di lain sisi ketika diri menawarkan barang dagangan, tak jua ada yang membeli, diri sadar bukan rezeki, tapi tanpa di sangka-sangka suatu hari barang itu dibeli juga. Betapa tidak perlunya diri khawatir. Kita hanya perlu menyandangkan usaha disetiap selesai berdoa. Dan setiap usaha kita tak lain pertolongan atas adanya pertolongan Allah. Saat barang kita terjual, itu adalah pertolongan Allah. Semoga pembaca bisa mengerti apa maksud seorang penulis ini.

Satu lagi, pagi tadi, diri ingin menjawab pertanyaan dari syeikh waktu kajian. Lidah ini begitu kelu, begitu tak ada keberanian mengacungkan tangan, bahwa satu faidah yang bisa diambil kita sebagai Muslimah harus menuntut ilmu yang shahihah. Berdasarkan dalil Qs. Al Mulk ayat 2. Makna ahsanu amala, adalah amalan yang ikhlas karena Allah dan mencocoki Nabi. Hanya itu saja faidah yg tidak disebut para penjawab, diri begitu ingin menjawabnya. Sebab benefitnya selain reminder, penjawab diberi doorprize sejumlah uang lima puluh ribu rupiah. Waktu aku melihat, ada penjawab membawa 3 anak.

Diri saat itu meratap, mengapa diri tidak menjawab. Kemudian teman duduk sebelah berkata, neng kalo bisa ayo jawab. Mungkin sodaraku di sebelah itu melihat raut wajahku yang mulai murung. Sebetulnya aku tdk terlalu menginginkan hadiah/uang sebab insyaAllah perbekalanku di hari itu cukup. Namun kenapa diri tidak berani menyuarakan al-haqq yang sudah diri tahu jawabnya dituliskan dicatatan milik pribadi. Tetapi satu hal, sodara disebelahku dapat uang senilai seratus ribu rupiah atas kajiannya pekan lalu dipengumpulan catatan, kemudian beliau mengeluarkan uang untuk diri senilai duapuluh ribu katanya untuk bensin karena ikut di atas motor. Satu hal yang bisa diri raup, bukan, bukan karena apapun. Selain belum rezeki. Uang yang lima puluh ribu, barangkali untuk susu anak-anak tadi, bukan untuk diri yang sekedar membeli jajanan. Sejatinya rezeki diri siang tadi, hanya uang dua puluh ribu, yang benar dibutuhkan untuk persedian bensin beberapa hari ke depan. MaasyaaAllah.

Konsep rezeki. Memang jika rezeki kita, kita tidak akan bisa menolaknya. Bahkan ketika kita ingin, kita berusaha, kalo bukan rezeki yang bisa menjawab persoalan pun, lidah menjadi kelu. Maka wahai diri dan kita, bersabarlah, percayalah.

[haluanmalam]

Meromantisasi Ilmu

Dikisahkan ketika Mufassir Syeikh Muhammad Abdul Mu'im Al Qi'i sedang menulis tesis, Istrinya lah yang membacakan semua referensi yang dibutuhkan untuk menulis. Hingga sanubari

sang suami turut merasakan keletihan sang istri. Tatkala beliau menyuruh istrinya untuk rehat, sang istri menjawab

راحتي ان تكون عظيما، و سعادتي ان تحفر اسمك بين اكابر العلماء

"Rehatku adalah tatkala engkau menjadi orang besar, dan kebahagiaanku adalah tatkala engkau mengukir namamu di antara para ulama besar."

Nampaknya perjalanan menuntut ilmu selanjutnya membutuhkan pasangan. 😁

Nona, maukah kau menjadi Nyonya?

Cairo, 21 Juli 2024

[rubahlicik]

For Sale

Sirah Nabawiyah karya Syeikh Shafiyyurrahman Al Mubarakfuri

kondisi Masih bagus, cuma sedikit berdebu saja

Harga 100ribu free ongkir buat pengiriman jabodetabek

[kphpdraisme]

Hai tumblr, aku habis fangirling.

Kekaguman pada kisah para sahabat di abad abad lalu, yang gagah seorang diri lawan seribu musuh meloncati benteng. yang berani menyusup ke pasukan musuh melewati parit, yang tak terbeli dunia bahkan menyeret pedangnya di atas karpet mewah milik penguasa zhalim, yang ikhlas seakan lupa diri sendiri bila bicara sedang tentang kesyahidan,

Heh tumblr, belakangan kisah-kisah itu muncul nyata di depan mataku! 🥺💘👍🤧😭❤ ternyata, manusia yang menghamba dengan keilmuan itu, benar-benar ada!

Begitulah, menepi sejenak untuk fangirling (re: bersyukur) pada momen satu tahun belakangan, yang sungguh banyak hal terjadi. Manakala Allah mengajarkanku, memperjalankanku, menuntunku. hadeh beginikah rasanya disayangi sebrutal ini...

Allah benar-benar mendengar doa itu ya, hebat sekali. subhanallah.

Juga, aku tertegun lama barusan, membaca tulisan guruku. kalimat yang padahal ia sering ucapkan berulang depan mukaku, namun baru hari ini agaknya Allah izinkan hatiku lembut menerimanya, ini tentang

Kita yang sebelumnya tak saling kenal. Kini berjalan beriringan, demi Baitul Maqdis.

Allahu akbar. iya juga. sedari dahulu, tanah keberkahan itu selalu jadi titik balik hidupku. wah.

Again, Allah benar-benar mendengar doa itu ya 🥺💘

Sudah, begitu saja tumblr. kemarin lusa aku juga mabuk sekali ketika mendengar Syaikh al Ewaisi berujar begini pada pertanyaan salah satu temanku,

'Yaa syaikh Abduh (ini nama temanku, syaikh sayang banget sama dia, iri ah), pertanyaan ini dahulu pernah kutanyakan pada Syaikh Yusuf Qardhawi, dengan posisi duduk yang sama seperti kita sekarang. Maka akan kujawab serupa ia menjawabku dulu'

huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, ketika yang dicinta ketemu dengan yang dicinta lainnya membahas hal yang kamu cinta. kacau kacau. Pusing. Pusing. Pusing. Pusing. Pusing. Pusing

------------- ditulis dalam keadaan emosional sedang sangat tidak stabil. Mari kita tunggu reaksi kita sendiri ketika sudah stabil.

Gambaran temanku dan syeikh yang sepanjang kelas bikin aku iri maksimal. Tapi baiklah, semoga keduanya Allah berkahi ilmunya. Mari arahkan tenaga iri ini pada doa doa saja.

[karbonklorida]

May 09, 2024

Tahun ini sangat berbeda,bukan? Dada yang lebih lapang Sabar yang lebih luas Hati yang kian tabah Do'a yang kian panjang Meski begitu, rupanya ada yang tak berubah. Ternyata level tertinggi dari pembuktian adalah hilangnya rasa ingin membuktikan itu sendiri Selamat ulang tahun ya! Mari terus safar untuk meraih mimpi! Doa orang yang bepergian kepada orang yang ditinggal, sebagaimana dalam hadistnya Abu Hurairah radhiyallahu ‘anhu: أَسْتَوْدِعُكَ اللَّهَ الَّذِي لَا تَضِيعُ وَدَائِعُهُ Artinya: “Aku titipkan kamu kepada Allah yang tidak akan tersia-sia apa yang dititipkan kepadaNya.” (HR. Ibnu Majah 2/943 no:2825, dan dishahihkan oleh Syeikh Al-Albany dalam Shahihul Jami’ no:958)

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[hi-reflection]

So subtle is His kindness towards us, that we are unable to perceive it.

–Syeikh Ali Hammuda

Pagi kemarin, saya di pertemukan lagi dalam agenda sharing kecil bersama Mbak Nenny dan Shofie. Kami lanjut membahas salah satu Asmaul Husna, berangkat dari buku Li Annakallah karangan Ali bin Jabir Al-Faifi.

Teringat, waktu kecil, ada sebuah buku anak di rumah saya, yang masih terbekas jelas memori ini atas sampul warna hijaunya: Buku tentang 99 Nama-Nama Allah.

Tapi di weekly sharing yang Alhamdulillah sudah tiga pertemuan ini, ada yang berbeda rasanya.

Ntah mengapa, setelah 23 tahun digempur dengan jatuh-bangun kehidupan, diperkenalkan kembali dengan 99 Nama-Nya, membuat saya lebih bisa merasa rendah hati (baca: menyadari bahwa se-begitu butuhnya manusia dengan Rabb-Nya).

Ya, rendah hati.

Karena untuk bisa kembali mencoba mengenal Nama-Nama Ini saja, yang rasanya seharusnya sudah sedari dulu harusnya saya hapal, butuh kerendahan hati. Butuh mengosongkan bejana hati kembali, bahwa masih banyak lo Han, yang belum kamu tau tentang Allah :".

Ya Allah, kemana saja saya selama ini?

Dan di pertemuan itu, kami sampai di Nama Allah:

Al-Lathiif, Yang Maha Lembut.

Dari kata Al Luthf, cara atau perilaku yang tersembunyi dan detail. Dengan secara tersembunyi, tertutup, dari arah yang tidak kita ketahui, dari arah yang tidak diduga.

Ketika ada sesuatu yang terjadi pada kita, Allah Yang Maha Lembut, tak langsung memberi tahu kita tentang takdir kita.

Kita mikir kalau mau hasilnya A, harus B dulu. Padahal bisa aja pake C dulu, baru ke D, baru ke A.

Seperti ketika Nabi Yusuf 'alaihissalam mengalami berbagai kejadian yang menggoyahkan jiwa dan iman.

Dari terjebak di sumur, hingga bisa menjadi orang yang disegani di Mesir. Rasanya gak mungkin. Gak ketebak. Bahkan ketika ditakdirkan harus masuk penjara atas ketidakbersalahannya pun, Nabi Yusuf gak langsung dikeluarkan.

But Allah is So Subtle, that all of those trials finally made it to His beautiful decree: berjumpanya Nabi Yusuf dengan takwil mimpinya.

Bersujudnya matahari, bulan, 11 bintang kepadanya. He finally reunited with his family.

Seperti ketika Nabi Musa 'alaihissalam yang dibuang ke sungai, dirawat Fir'aun,

Allah menyelamatkan Nabi Musa gak dengan cara langsung. Betapa sedihnya sang Ibu ketika harus menghanyutkan Nabi Musa ke sungai. Bagaimana mungkin bisa kembali?

Tapi Maha Lembutnya Allah, membuat Nabi Musa gak mau minum ASI dari wanita lain, hingga akhirnya kembali ke pangkuan sang Ibu.

Seperti ketika Allah mengeluarkan Rasulullah shalallahu 'alaihi wa salam dan para sahabat dari siksaan pemboikotan Syi'ib Bani Hasyim.

Tiga tahun diboikot terisolir. Tidak boleh ada yang berbicara, berteman, berdagang, dengan Bani Hasyim, kecuali jika secara sukarela mereka menyerahkan Sang Nabi untuk dibunuh.

Bagaimana bisa pemboikotan ini dihentikan?

Hingga lima pemuda akhirnya menemukan satu sama lain untuk bersepakat menggagalkan piagam pemboikotan. Dan ternyata ketika dibuka piagam itu, rayap memang sudah menggerogoti piagam kejahatan itu, kecuali pada tulisan-tulisan Nama Allah.

Bahkan seperti ketika kami sedang sharing pagi itu,

Gak sengaja ngepas Mbak Nenny memutuskan akhirnya bahas Al Lathif, padahal awalnya gak mau bahas itu.

Dan kebetulan ngepas daku baru baca kisah pemboikotan yang dihadapi para sahabat Nabi.

Dan ngepas malam sebelumnya baru aja overthinking tentang takdir-Nya.

Atau hingga tulisan ini hadir di hadapan sang pembaca.

Semua tiba-tiba, tanpa kita sadari, membawa kita pada takdir menemukan dan merasakan makna Nama Al Lathiif ini 🥀.

Kadang kita mikir, apa yang terjadi ke kita itu hal yang biasa. Padahal Allah menjadikan sesuatu dengan sebab-sebabnya. Hanya saja kita tidak sadar.

Karena saking lembutnya Allah. 🥺

Begitu pula tentang Mimpi.

Kadang, kita punya impian, cita-cita yang besar tapi merasa pesimis dengan diri sendiri. Maka yang harus kita ingat adalah, kita punya Allah.

Jangan lupa, bahwa Allah Maha Lembut. Kita gak tau sebab kecil mana yang mengantarkan kita pada impian kita tersebut.

Maka sejatinya, setiap kita melihat semua takdir kita, pasti ada kelembutan. Maka Amatilah.

Semoga, kita akan selalu bisa mendapati kelembutan-kelembutan dari Allah Yang Al Lathiif.🥀

– Senin, 6 Mei 2024

(ditulis pukul 7.00 pagi)

[arrahmahcom]

Dianggap Mendukung Terorisme, Jaksa ‘Israel’ Tuntut Imam Masjid Al-Aqsa

YERUSALEM (Arrahmah.id) – Kemarin, Rabu (26/6/2024), Jaksa Penuntut Umum ‘Israel’ secara resmi mengajukan dakwaan ke Pengadilan Magistrate ‘Israel’ terhadap Syekh Ikrimah Sabri, imam Masjid Al-Aqsa dan ketua Dewan Tertinggi Islam di Yerusalem. Dakwaan tersebut mencakup dua item terkait dengan pidato yang disampaikan oleh syeikh pada 2022 di dua rumah duka para syuhada Uday al-Tamimi di kamp…

[sebiruhariini]

"Saya merenungi, kenapa Allah panggil syeikh Ahmad Yasin, Ismail Haniyah, Yahya Sinwar dan para tokoh penggerak lainnya sebelum melihat Palestina merdeka?

Kenapa Mushaib ditakdirkan syahid di Uhud dan tidak melihat Rasulullah saw bersama 10.000 pasukan muslim bergerak dari Madinah untuk membebaskan Mekkah?

Mengapa Rasulullah saw tidak melihat Palestina merdeka?

Ternyata jawabannya, bagi pejuang, syahid ataupun melihat langsung kemenangan itu sendiri, adalah kebaikan yang sama besarnya. Allah swt hendak mengajarkan bahwa kemenangan bagi orang beriman tempatnya bukanlah di dunia.. Tapi, saat kita bisa mempersembahkan amalan terbaik hingga pantas menjejakkan kaki di SyurgaNya .."

(Ustadz Edgar Hamas)

[sabaryangindah]

Syeikh Utsaimin rahimahullah berkata,

Apabila seorang hamba jujur dalam bersandar kepada Allaah, niscaya Allaah akan mencukupkan dirinya dari segala hal yang menggundahkan hatinya.

Sebagaimana firman-Nya,

ومَن يتوكل على الله فهو حسبه )

Barangsiapa yang bertawakkal kepada Allaah, niscaya Dia cukup baginya. (Ath-Tholaq:3)

Syarah Tsalatsatul Ushul 58