Mama arrived on a late Wednesday night, her flight was delayed for a few hours. I picked her up from the airport; wearing my best possible smile. You could see on her eyes that she was at ease when she saw me, skin and bones, in person. Mama still smelled the same, she smelled like flowers, fresh air and kindness.
She came with a message from Papa. They love me, like they always do and always emphasis me on their every prayers. Mama told me that Papa told her to tell me, its okay if you do not come to Ambon this holiday (or next year holiday, or the next next year), its okay if you do not see Oma this holiday (she is a very understanding old woman and loves every bits of you), its okay if you don't feel like living in this world anymore and its okay if you often feel worry and sad that you won't graduate on the month you wish for. Please, do not forget where, who, the real Home is. Always come Home to Allah. Be at Home, all the time. He is the only Being that can and will make everything right. Whatever you're feeling, whatever you're about to do or doing, Allah first. Allah first, then you eat. Allah first, and then you study. Allah first, and then you sleep. Come back to Him always, all the time.
I think my parents always know just what to ask from me, but they always ask for the easy stuffs. This time, Papa and Mama are requesting for something very big, the Biggest there is. They ask for the right thing. They remind me of the only thing worth remembering.
Salah satu sifat buruk manusia adalah lupa, tapi kalau sampai lupa Allah, lebih baik tidak usah ingat apa-apa, tidak usah jadi manusia. Sekolah, jadi dokter, semua itu komplementer. Sholat, mengaji, dzikir (mengingat Allah), mencintai Allah; menyembah Allah, itu tugas utama Zhifa.