Dakwah adalah Cinta.

Assalamualaykum wr wbt,

Something which moves the heart, deeply.

Alhamdulillah.

baq

Memang seperti itu dakwah.

Dakwah adalah cinta.
Dan cinta akan meminta semuanya dari dirimu.
Sampai pikiranmu.
Sampai perhatianmu.
Berjalan, duduk, dan tidurmu. 

Bahkan di tengah lelapmu, isi mimpimu pun tentang dakwah. Tentang umat yg kau cintai.

Lagi-lagi memang seperti itu. Dakwah. Menyedot saripati energimu. Sampai tulang belulangmu. Sampai daging terakhir yg menempel di tubuh rentamu. Tubuh yg luluh lantak diseret-seret. Tubuh yang hancur lebur dipaksa berlari.

Seperti itu pula kejadiannya pada rambut Rasulullah. Beliau memang akan tua juga. Tapi kepalanya beruban karena beban berat dari ayat yg diturunkan Allah.

Sebagaimana tubuh mulia Umar bin Abdul Aziz. Dia memimpin hanya sebentar. Tapi kaum muslimin sudah dibuat bingung. Tidak ada lagi orang miskin yg bisa diberi sedekah. Tubuh mulia itu terkoyak-koyak. Sulit membayangkan sekeras apa sang Khalifah bekerja. Tubuh yang segar bugar itu sampai rontok. Hanya dalam 2 tahun ia sakit parah kemudian meninggal. Toh memang itu yang diharapkannya; mati sebagai jiwa yang tenang.

Dan di etalase akhirat kelak, mungkin tubuh Umar bin Khathab juga terlihat tercabik-cabik. Kepalanya sampai botak. Umar yang perkasa pun akhirnya membawa tongkat ke mana-mana. Kurang heroik? Akhirnya diperjelas dengan salah satu luka paling legendaris sepanjang sejarah; luka ditikamnya seorang Khalifah yang sholih, yang sedang bermesra-mesraan dengan Tuhannya saat sholat.

Dakwah bukannya tidak melelahkan. Bukannya tidak membosankan. Dakwah bukannya tidak menyakitkan. Bahkan juga para pejuang risalah bukannya sepi dari godaan kefuturan.

Tidak… Justru kelelahan. Justru rasa sakit itu selalu bersama mereka sepanjang hidupnya. Setiap hari. Satu kisah heroik, akan segera mereka sambung lagi dengan amalan yang jauh lebih “tragis”.

Justru karena rasa sakit itu selalu mereka rasakan, selalu menemani… justru karena rasa sakit itu selalu mengintai ke mana pun mereka pergi… akhirnya menjadi adaptasi. Kalau iman dan godaan rasa lelah selalu bertempur, pada akhirnya salah satunya harus mengalah. Dan rasa lelah itu sendiri yang akhirnya lelah untuk mencekik iman. Lalu terus berkobar dalam dada.

Begitu pula rasa sakit. Hingga luka tak kau rasa lagi sebagai luka. Hingga “hasrat untuk mengeluh” tidak lagi terlalu menggoda dibandingkan jihad yang begitu cantik.

Begitupun Umar. Saat Rasulullah wafat, ia histeris. Saat Abu Bakar wafat, ia tidak lagi mengamuk. Bukannya tidak cinta pada abu Bakar. Tapi saking seringnya “ditinggalkan” , hal itu sudah menjadi kewajaran. Dan menjadi semacam tonik bagi iman..

Karena itu kamu tahu. Pejuang yg heboh ria memamer-mamerkan amalnya adalah anak kemarin sore. Yg takjub pada rasa sakit dan pengorbanannya juga begitu. Karena mereka jarang disakiti di jalan Allah. Karena tidak setiap saat mereka memproduksi karya-karya besar. Maka sekalinya hal itu mereka kerjakan, sekalinya hal itu mereka rasakan, mereka merasa menjadi orang besar. Dan mereka justru jadi lelucon dan target doa para mujahid sejati, “ya Allah, berilah dia petunjuk… sungguh Engkau Maha Pengasih lagi maha Penyayang…

“ Maka satu lagi seorang pejuang tubuhnya luluh lantak. Jasadnya dikoyak beban dakwah. Tapi iman di hatinya memancarkan cinta… Mengajak kita untuk terus berlari… 

“Teruslah bergerak, hingga kelelahan itu lelah mengikutimu.
Teruslah berlari, hingga kebosanan itu bosan mengejarmu.
Teruslah berjalan, hingga keletihan itu letih bersamamu.
Teruslah bertahan, hingga kefuturan itu futur menyertaimu.
Tetaplah berjaga, hingga kelesuan itu lesu menemanimu.”
(alm. Ust Rahmat Abdullah)

English Version 

[Disclaimer: Not the best, will try the best😉 ]

That is da’wah.

Da’wah is love

And love will ask everything from you.

Till your thoughts.

Till your views.

Walking, sitting and sleeping.

Not only that, amidst your slumber, the dreams will also be da’wah. About the ummah that you love.

It’s nature is like that. Da’wah. Absorbing the core of your energy. Until your bones. Until the last bit of flesh which sits on your body. The body which is fragmented being pulled from one end to another. Body which melts being forced to run.

That occurred to the condition of our beloved Muhammad (peace be upon him)’s hair. He (peace be upon him) indeed grew old too. But his (peace be upon him) whitening of the hair was because of the heavy words which was revealed by Allah.

That too occurred in the body of Umar bin Abdul Aziz r.a. He led a while. But that was enough in making the Muslimeen confused. There was no poor ones who could be given charity. The body was torn. Undescribable difficulty in imagining how hard the Khalifah had worked. The once healthy body turned weak. Only in two years, he r.a. was struck by a severe ailment and then he met his Lord. That was what he wanted. To pass away as a calmful soul.

And in the projection of Akheerah soon, we could see the body of Umar ibn Khathab also being torn. His r.a.’s head became bald. The strong built Umar at last had a stick which he brings to wherever he goes. Less heroic? At last, it was described in the most tragic endings in history, his wounds was stabbed. He, the Khalifah was stabbed, when he was in one of the most beautiful conversations with his Lord, during prayer.

Da’wah is not tireless. And it isn’t boreless. Da’wah isn’t hurtles. Furthermore, the fighters of the deen do not escape from the lust of futur.

No… It is indeed tiring. And the pain is always with those who live with it throughout his life. Every da. One heroic tale, will be immediately continued with more deed which is far more ‘tragic’.

Thus, because of the pain they always feel, always company… thus because of that pain which spies on him wherever he goes… finally turns into adaptation. If eeman and lures makes him tired to fight, at last, it turns into one of the reasons why he must give up. And that exhaustion will itself turn into exhaustion to strangle the eeman. Then, the eeman fires more in the heart.

The same as pain. Until the wound which you feel will not be felt anymore as a wound. Untill the ‘intention to complain’ will not be too luring compared the most beautiful struggle.

That was how Umar was. When the beloved Prophet (peace be upon him) passed away, he r.a. turn hysterical. Then when Abu Bakr r.a. passed away, he r.a. did not become frustrated. Not because he r.a. didn’t love Abu Bakr. But because he r.a. was always being ‘left’, that occurrence has turned into something he must live with. As if it has become a booster for the eeman.

Because you know well. Those who fight and show off his deeds are people of yesterday. The ones who feel at awe with the pain and the sacrifices they have gone through also are the same. Because they rarely are hurt in the path of Allah. Because not always do they produce huge writes. Thus, once they do something, despite it’s something they themselves feel, they feel as if they are the biggest of people. And then, they became the target of the duaas of the true fighters, “Ya Allah, Guide him… Indeed you The Beneficient, the Most Merciful”

Thus a body of a fighter, despite shattered and torn, fragmented into pieces. But his eeman in his heart glows love. Asking us consistently to keep running…

Keep moving, until that tiredness is tired to follow you.

Keep running, until boredom is bored to chase after you.

Keep walking, until exhaustion is exhausted to be with you.

Keep striving, until the desire to surrender surrenders to accompany you.
Keep awake, until  depression is depressed to stay with you.

 Allahua’lam.

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