short story ~ mom's prayer

Prose and Poetry Short Story Mom’s prayer It’s Submitted to Fulfill Prose and Poetry Mid Test COMPILED BY : MUSTIKA WIDIATI CHOLIK 2223102507 IV. E ENGLISH DEPARTMENT TEACHERS TRAINING AND EDUCATION FACULTY SULTAN AGENG TIRTAYASA UNIVERSITY 2012 Mom’s prayer In the afternoon at Desa Gondokusuman, Jogjakarta a boy seems tired was bringing load of rice. A boy named Sakti, tall, curly hair, brown skin and about 12 years old. Now, Sakti be someone who has to responsible his family, after his father died three years ago. Cause of lung cancer and Sakti must leaved his school. He must finance his sisters who were small, while his mother only sewed neighbour’s clothes whose needed help and pay up to them. Sakti worked at a shop of Mr. Hari and had pay Rp 7.000/day. After back from his work, he directly gave the money to his mom. A half from the money will be saved and the other used to buy their daily needs. In the night, while his mom accompanied his sisters to study, Sakti told his purpose and his ambition. He said slowly. “ Mom…..why is our life always face sadness, always in difficult situation different when Dad was around us . “ “ Husshh….. what did you say Sakti, lets say thanks to Allah who gave us life and can ate although only two times a day. “ Sakti didn’t give a response, then Sakti talked and said, “ Mom, how if I go to Jakarta to make better life ? “ “ What dear…. ? You want go to Jakarta ? “ answered his mom surprisedly. In our village to get a job is really difficult, how if in Jakarta and where will you live ? We don’t have relatives and there is no money for you go there ? “ “ There is no mistake, if I try mom… It will be success if we trust it. You always says, Allah always with us, if we wanna try and have effort. Talks about money, I have some money as cost go there, give me permission mom ? I promise always keep my self. “ “ Give me your permission, mom…………..” Said Sakti along the time Finally, Mrs. Yayuk can not hold his oldest son’s ambition. Then she said. “ One day if you have came in Jakarta, never you lie to me and always remember to pray. “ “ Of course, mom… “ answered Sakti happily. Soon Sakti prepare his clothes and put in his old black bag. Along the night, mom couldn’t close her eyes until morning came. She thought her son who will go to Jakarta tomorrow. Subuh comes, Mrs. Yayuk haven’t slept. Soon, she take wudhu and did subuh prayer. After subuh prayer, she asked to Allah, “ Allah give protection to my son in his new place, gives strong belief and protect him from liar people. “ In the morning Sakti has already go to Jakarta, his mom and his sisters were crying and Sakti said “ One day, I will come back and bring successness. Five minutes later, he go by truck which bring a lot of vegetable to Jakarta. On his way to Jakarta, Sakti always remembers his family and tear falls. He remembered his ambition and he felt more spirit to make it comes true. He came to Jakarta and slept in the mosque. Next day, he tried to get job. He came to restaurant, He asked to the owner of the restaurant directly. ‘ Sir, is there any job for me, whatever the job I will do it. “ “ Ooo.. sorry, I can give you a job because in here nothing you can do. Sorry… “ Sakti have visited eight restaurant, but He didn’t feel hopeless or broken heart because he trusted this is the risk go to big city which full with vituperation and insult. Finally he got a job, only for a day, he got Rp 10.000 and Sakti felt so happy and thanked to the owner. He bought food and slept in border of shop center . Before he sleeps, he prays may Allah give happiness for his mom in the village. Next day, Sakti went to Pasar Tenabang, because he saw the society activities was so crowd. Then, a woman walked pass Sakti and her wallet fell down. Soon, Sakti took it and called the woman. “ Mrs……Mrs….. “ Then the woman turned one’s head, “ What happened, boy ?” “ This is yours…. When you are walking, this wallet fell down, I take it and give to you. “ “ Oh yeah… Whats your name ? “ “Sakti, madam….. “ After that, the woman take Rp 100.000 from his wallet. “ Cause you helped me, its for you. You can buy everything. “ “ I did it sincerely, madam…” “ Wow.. you are nice boy, its difficult found person like you” answered the woman Next day when Sakti was sitting on the border street. The woman passed with his husband by car Pajero. She shouted “ Stop.. stop…. Stop dad. “ “ What happened mom ? “. Asked her husband confusedly Then the woman felll down from his car “ Sakti, what are you doing ? “ “ I want looking for a job, mam. “ “ A job ? “ Asked the woman, “ Where is your parents ? “ “ My parents in the village mam. “ “ Village……. So, whom do you live in here ? “ “ Alone mam, I really wanna got a job, to finance my mom and my sisters.” “ Now, its better for you followed me and lived in my house. “ “ But…. mam. “ “ Never mind, you have to did it. “ And then they went together. Arrived in the big house. The woman had a son as a doctor. Sakti really happy lived there, all persons were kind and friendly. “ Have you ever school, Sakti ? “ “ Yes, I have. But, until six grade because my father died I must leaved my education.” “ Do you wanna school again? “ “ Yes… I really wanted mam. “ “ Oke dear, now I will buy your needs and tomorrow you will go to school. “ “ Are you seriuose mam ? Thanks so much for everything. “ Answered Sakti happily Sakti was ready with his uniform. In the sweet morning , Mr. Raka accompanied him to SMP Negeri 1 Tangerang, at 07.30 a.m. Sakti entered to the class and started the lesson on the day. At 01.00 p.m Sakti back to school and cameat the house and have been waiting with Mrs. Raka. “ How was your lesson ? “ “ Alhamdulillahh, I can do it mam. “ “ Thanks god, now you changed your clothes and then lets we had lunch and pray dzuhur.” “ Yeahh mam…. “ Day changed to month, month changed to year. Sakti grew up and be a teenager. For in the school, Sakti always get the best mark and Mrs. Raka and Mr. Raka loved him, and thought Sakti as their son. Until One day Sakti remembered his mom and his sisters in the village. Now, Sakti worked at Company “ Gemilang Corp “ as assistance manager. He missed his family so badly. He really wanted to meet them, thirteen years old he leaved them. And Sakti asked permission to Mrs. Raka and Mr. Raka to visit his family, and they went to Jakarta by car on Sunday. They came in Desa Gondokusuman, he was surprised because the village had a lot of development. Looks a simple house………… They went down from car… “ Assalamualaikum… “ “ Waalaikumsalam… “ hear a voice of old woman and open the door. “ May I help you ? “ said the old woman “ Don’t you remember me, mom. Sakti your son .” Keep silent. “ Are you Sakti ? really ? aren’t you ?” “ Yes.. mom…. “ They hugs each other and cried, until all the neighbourhood looked them. “ Alhamdulilah, Thanks so much Allah. Finally you gave me back my son, “ Shouted Mrs. Yayuk Sakti said “ Sakti had a promise mom, Sakti never want to come back before I can be success man. Hhmm… Mom, this is Mr. Raka and Mrs. Raka who were my parents in Jakarta, they helped me till now I am success, mm…where is my sisters mom ? ? “ “ Look there…… “ “ Your sisters can’t go to school again for two years, because I am old and I can’t do anything ‘ “ Now. Sakti will bring Mom and sisters to Jakarta. We live where I have a house and I will school my sisters. “ “ So, how about this house ?” “ Its better for us to rent it. Now, lets prepare your clothes and everything. We will go to JAKARTA “ About an hour, they have already to go. Sakti felt very happy can lived around his beloved family after thirteen years old lost.

abu-abu

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wanita ( versi bahasa )

Menjadi wanita itu kehendak Tuhan ... Menjadi Cantik itu relatif Menjadi muslimah itu anugrah Tetapi menjadi muslimah yg sholehah itu PILIHAN ! ... Masyaallah Ukh.... jika ada pikiran suudzon kepada Allah terlintas di dada dan otakmu tentang bentuk wajahmu ,maka Ingatlah kembali janji-Nya pada kita, “ ....perempuan-perempuan yang baik untuk laki-laki yang baik..... ” (QS. An-Nur : 26) Allah tidak pernah mengingkari janji-Nya, Ukh.... Di ayat itu, Allah tidak berfirman kalau perempuan-perempuan yang cantik untuk laki-laki yang baik. Bukan, Ukh...bukan cantik....tapi baik ! Maka perbaikilah diri kita dengan akhlak Qur’ani, bukan malah mempercantik diri dengan make-up tebal seperti wanita-wanita jahiliyah di zaman Rasulullah dulu. Percayalah, Ukh..! Laki-laki itu datang bukan karena kecantikan, kekayaan dan kepandaianmu. Bukan, Ukhti...!! tapi karena Allah lah yang menggerakkan hatinya untuk mengkhitbahmu, untuk menyempurnakan setengah agama bersama-sama denganmu. maka tunggulah janji Allah itu, karena janji Allah akan pasti datangnya.Kalaupun tidak di dunia ini, insyaallah... Allah mempertemukanmu dengannya di alam yang abadi....alam yang tidak ada keburukan di dalamnya....hanya ada keindahan.... insyaAllah.... Jadi, jangan merasa minder atau sedih jika ada yang mengatakan kalau wajahmu gak cantik, Ukhti Karena Allah yang menjamin, bahwa Dia telah menciptakanmu dengan sebaik-baiknya bentuk. Dan bila rasa sedih itu masih ada karena seisi dunia menganggapmu bukanlah wanita yang cantik, dengarkanlah kembali firman-Nya yang dapat menenangkan hatimu.... “ Dan janganlah kamu merasa lemah, dan janganlah pula kamu bersedih hati. Sebab kamu paling tinggi derajatnya, jika kamu orang yang beriman. ” (QS. Ali ‘Imran : 139) Percayalah, Ukhti.. Beratnya timbangan amalanmu di Hari Akhir nanti tidak lah di tentukan dengan seberapa banyak orang di dunia ini yang menganggap kamu cantik. Tapi seberapa banyak orang di dunia ini yang menganggap kamu baik. Insyaallah, mereka akan menjadi saksi di hadapan Allah atas semua amal kebaikanmu.... InsyaAllah.... Untuk yang terakhir,saya mengutip salah satu kalimat dari sebuah buku yang pernah saya baca: “ Semua bunga itu cantik. Tidak ada bunga yang tidak cantik, walaupun mekar dengan cara yang berbeda-beda. ” Subhanallah, kita semua cantik Ukhti !Dan semoga, kita bukan hanya cantik, tapi juga baik,,,, =((^___*))= by : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Untukmu-Calon-Imamku-yang-Tertulis-Di-Lauhul-Mahfudz/169617539766615

woman ( english version )

Becoming the woman God's will ... Being beautiful is relative To it's saving grace but being Muslim muslimah yg sholehah that's a choice! Masyaallah Ukh .... If there is a suudzon to the God comes to mind in the chest and otakmu about the shape of your face, then Remember back his promise to us, "... women are good for a good man. .... "(QS. An-Nur: 26) God never reneged on his promise, Ukh .... In this verse, God has not said if the pretty women to men was good. Instead, Ukh ... not pretty .... but good! Then correct it ourselves with morals Qur'ani, not even beautify yourself with thick make-up like the women in the age of the Prophet used jahiliyyah. Trust Me, Ukh ..! The man was coming not because of beauty, wealth and kepandaianmu. Instead, Ukhti ...!! but because God is the one who moves the heart to mengkhitbahmu, to tune a half religion along with you. so watch the promise of God, because God will surely come.If not in this world, God willing ... God mempertemukanmu him in the eternal realms ... nature that there is no malice in it. ... There's only beauty ... insyaAllah ... ... So, don't feel inadequate or sad if anyone say if your face is beautiful, not because God that guarantees Ukhti, that he had menciptakanmu with my best form. And when you think it's sad because the entire world is still there menganggapmu is not beautiful woman listen back his word that can soothe your heart .... "And you shall feel weak, nor did you grieve. Most high derajatnya for ye, if ye are believers. "(QS. Ali ' Imran: 140) trust me, Ukhti.. Weighing scales in amalanmu days late is not in the specify later with how many people in this world who think you are beautiful. But how many people in this world who thought you well. God willing, they will be witnesses in the presence of God over all the charity kebaikanmu. God Willing .... For the latter, I quote one sentence from a book I have ever read: "all the flowers were beautiful. No flowers blooming though not pretty, by the way. "Subhanallah, we're all pretty Ukhti!And hopefully, we are not only beautiful, but also good,,,, = ((^ ___ *)) by : http://www.facebook.com/pages/Untukmu-Calon-Imamku-yang-Tertulis-Di-Lauhul-Mahfudz/169617539766615