My friends and I, the students, were pensive in the southern courtyard of the Al-Abwab Ar-Rahmah Mosque. After we read our holy recitations. We stared at the green grass that grew abundantly on the wet soccer field. Soaked by the cool spray of dew that had struggled with all its might to land safely before the Sun hit the earth.
In front of the students' rooms, in the harom of the women, in front of the leader's house, in the yard of the Ustad-ustad's house, on the roof tiles of the mosque, the White House, the Hawarizmi Building, Roja, up to the roof tiles of the Three-star building (Guest House), nothing escaped the shower of blessings from the dew on that cool morning.
But sometimes the dew is reluctant to come. Perhaps because we, the inhabitants of the Land of the Rabbani, sometimes forget, and fail to invite it with our Zikr, Tahlil, Tahmid, and Takbir. Or perhaps because the dew refuses to approach the green grass on our soccer field, because it doesn't want to be stepped on by the feet of buffalo and cow. The buffalo and cow sometimes walk on the green grass without the slightest mercy. So the dew feels oppressed and hated.
However, as residents of the Land of Rabbani. We always wait and wait for the Dew to come every day. We are happy when we walk on the edge of the wet grass, we can see the dew hanging. Or when we have to stand on the green field, because we can't memorize the Mufrodat, maybe also when we can't make sentences in Arabic and English. It is the dew that smiles and sometimes laughs with satisfaction seeing the students standing and saying: "O Rabbani students!! Don't be lazy! You have to be enthusiastic! Don't give up!". The dew's message rings in our ears.
The atmosphere in the morning was very cool to the eye and melodious to the ear. "Why doesn't the dew fall during the day, so we don't get too hot?! Suddenly the words came out of the mouth of Mukhlis, a student from Kelanir. One of the villages whose terrain is a bit extreme to conquer. "If the dew falls during the day, then the vapor that will form a fine liquid will be destroyed by the King of the Solar System." Abridin suddenly answered Mukhlis's question with intelligent logic. Mukhlis suddenly looked at Abridin's face seriously, as if his friend's answer represented the words of the genius Albert Einstein, the physicist and inventor of the theory of relativity.
To Be Continued.
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