In the past, in the end of 2007, having finished dhuha worship at masjid jami’ ash-shidiqqy -the named process was politically, at that time indramayu’s mayor was Irianto Mahfudz Sidiq Syafiudin a.k.a Yance- which was school’s masjid. After worship i was tied up to the critical conversation of my life until this note was written and my best hoped to stay in this track to the death.Ananda Roberto, who was my opposite number for the conversation, a senior rohis member a.k.a MT HASAN. I would take off my beards which was only three, at the moment. The first try was success but the second, suddenly he spoke to me,
“dont take the breads off”
“why? I dont like ones” i replied his protest
“when we die and get into Heaven, it will be become a mahar to propose fairies” (isn’t this argument become a reason because i don’t know the dalil)
The conversation stopped. It was short dialogue, but it gave an incredible psychological effect. Since that moment, i often started absent of school. My favorite location was school’s library. Interesting, when was being teacher’s inspection, the librarian asked me to hide on her private room to safe me, because i was a truant. From the time, I started to try to understand the fiqih islam, getting away from class, i always read a classic book written by Al-Hafidz Ibnu Hajar Al-Asqalani, Bulugh Al-Maram min Adillat Al-Ahkam, in short i callled Bulughul Maram. It was my favourite book to read being high-school, in indonesian version and the syarah, certain.
Because of my highly reading activity, i knew new things of Islam. Then i decided to join Rohis. From the step i did felt deeply enjoyable to have alive hearth inside. One of the way to gain it lined up to worshipers. But there consisted on me. Maybe this described un-kaffah moving. Even though i often tied my self up to Rohis, my freed-soul cannot fly.
Rofert Frost said by his poetry,
(The Road Not Taken)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.