Hari Ngamen dan Ngemis Akbar

Di hari jum’at ada pemandangan menarik di sekitar kota daerah tempat tinggalku Solo. Di pasar-pasar, di toko-toko, di jalan-jalan utama.

What is that? Opo kuwi?

Ternyata di hari Jum’at, para pengemis dan pengamen beraksi berbarengan. Wuh, mungkin si pemilik toko perlu sedia puluhan ribu rupiah uang receh untuk diberikan kepada mereka.

Miris melihatnya, saat melewati sebuah daerah di barat masjid Agung yang terdapat banyak toko, aku lihat ibu-ibu menenteng… eh menggendong anak bayinya yang terlihat begitu manis dan lucu untuk mengemis. Ya dari segi tampang mereka terlihat sehat-sehat. Entah itu bayi anaknya sendiri atau anak sewaan, yah hari gini mah banyak anak yang disewakan untuk ngemis.

Selain para pengemis, tentunya para pengamen ikut beraksi, pernah suatu ketika aku nganterin Bulek ke pasar Gede dan nungguin di depan sebuah toko. Gak henti-hentinya rombongan pengamen yang gagah2 dan cantik2 (emang cantik????), silih berganti masuk toko. Apa mereka ini satu desa, sat klompok, atau satu perusahaan jasa ngamen dan ngemis ya??? hatiku jadi bertanya-tanya.

Prihatin, ……… , itulah mungkin satu kata yang bisa kita ucapkan saat ini dan berdoa tentunya.

Dalam pikiran saya, berbagai lembaga zakat yang ada tentunya bisa mengakomodir masalah ini. Mengingat mungkin sudah ada belasan lembaga semacam ini yang aku tahu hadir di Solo, ayoo.. ayoo.. ayooo….. ayoooo bantu …..!!!!!!!!!

A letter that a mujahid wrote to his wife…

Dedicated to my princess,

You never once complained when you knew that we would have nothing…
You were content on having only little that you needed
Where others would have left or moaned, you never once let out a sigh…
you understand that what was written what we would eat
I never complained about what was put in front of me…
As I knew it was your hands that brought it to me
When I had nothing, I had you.
You put your trust in your Rabb and in turn you followed me
Never did I have to wonder about you as my secrets, my honor and my Deen were safe with you.
We both know what hardships you faced just by being with me,
But not a word did you speak
You were strong and in turn made me strong.
Like a vanguard for this Ummah, you concealed yourself.
Where others would rush to please their desires, you were the essence of Taqwa.
Life was so easy with you, and it came so naturally.
You were the extension of me and I would never need to finish my words as who knew me better than you?
You knew your place which was by my side
It is the little things that make the person and you would easily have kept me going for a life time
The way you would look at me with fire in your eyes showed me that I was the only one for you.
You stole my heart and hide it away.
I love your jealousy and i loved tease you with the thought of others just so I could know how dear I was to you.
What chance did Shaytan have when you would ensure that fajr was the easiest of the salahs.
I loved that you would forsake me in an instant to fast a voluntary fast.
I loved that the Haq was dearer to you that my life and those of our jewels.
Watching you makes me laugh as I wonder if my heart will ever want another as I see you feed my child, as you lift her out of the bath, as you wipe her little nose and the face she pulls.
You will never find a diamond in the hands of another in the same way our diamond deserves to be carried in your hands.
We could have it all my love but who sells Paradise for an hour passing pleasure? Not us

Walah, hi jijik deh

Aduh sangat miris melihat foto ini, foto ini saya dapatkan di inilah.com, bisa anda cari sendiri aslinya. begitu memujanya orang tersebut hingga mau meminum air sisa basuhan kaki sang pujaan hari. Alangkah buruknya tindakan ini, syirik kuadrat, kebodohan jaman modern.

Kira2 rasanya gimana ya? Asin Sepet? Pahit? Ato kecing.  Mau ngerasakan, siap-siap jadi musyrik/dosa besar, masuk neraka loo, ati2

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