It was 3 am in the morning and I was shaking...
The mosque was empty and creepy. But I didn't sense of scary at all. I walked to the middle of the mosque and wore my telekung. After that, I started to perfom my salah. When I reciting the last salam (perform the taslim), suddenly the situation became so noisy. But there's none of human in the mosque except me. It was so strange. The voices asked for help. The voices were groaning in pain. The voices were screaming Allah! Allah! Allah! It was so loud. As usual, my curiosity always wanted to kill me. That's why I followed the sources of the voices. At that moment, when I was on the porch of the mosque I found out that the mosque was surrounded by the Muslim graves. With all the screaming. That's when I get scared. I just can't bare to hear our people got tortured by their own lousy mistakes that they already knew what was the consequences and it shouldn't happen. I ran as fast as I could and closed the ears with my hand. The harder I tried to get rid of the voices, the harder they sounded. I was so scared to death. That's when I started to cry. A few minutes later, my crying was persuaded by the tranquility of the few graves. I mean, not all of the graves were screaming in pain. There were few of them enjoyed the peace that was given. I am so overwhelmed.
That's when I realized I was dreaming. My eyes were wide open but my heart felt heavy to wake up from the bed. Who knew if I have died that night. Endlessly of regret I would feel. But I strengthened my spirit to wake up and went to ibu's bedroom. Alhamdulillah, I'm not dead yet. I told her everything. She said it's probably the sign of Allah to remind me of Him and be a great muslimah. Take care of my good deed. I perform salah after that and thanked Allah for keep reminded me to be grateful for all of the grant and always find the please of Him.
P/S : Have you learned the lessons? Which one would you choose? Torture or peace? Let us together find the good deeds only to please Him ;)
