The newsroom is tense. Everyone there looked at each other, staring horrified at the chief editor. The editor-in-chief just smiled, this time again he made an astounding challenge. He believes that his journalists must be educated with challenges, so that they continue to grow. He continued to smile until a hand was raised. Evidence states that his readiness to take the challenge this time.
Ghofur, chief editor of the leading Islamic magazine, applauded.
"Bravo! Happy miss. You are a great aspiring journalist. Can you explain why you took this challenge? " He asked as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"I just want to say to the world, that Islam is a religion that is Rahmatan lil 'alamin. In my opinion, by taking this challenge, I can train me in writing and participate in re-establishing the glory of Islam. " His voice is soft, but firm. Ghofur nodded in agreement,
"Miss, your partner is Rena. He will be a good photographer for, as well as a pleasant friend in Gaza. Have a good fight! And come back quickly. Every human head who longs for the glory of Islam awaits news from you Rin. " Miss only nodded. Accept every good word for him.
And from that nod, this story begins.
His name is Almira Rindu. The only daughter of a doctor and teacher. His family is a distinguished family. Living in a very well-off family, fulfilling all of his needs does not make this girl who is usually called Rindu spoiled. Since graduating from high school, Rindu chose to study outside the city, and work to fulfill her daily needs.
Three months ago he just graduated from a college in Bandung. Because of its satisfactory value, the lecturer offered him a job in a magazine with an Islamic background. Miss who was so active in preaching immediately welcomed it happily.
However, his family is not a family with an Islamic atmosphere. His father strongly refused his daughter worked there. The reason was only because he was afraid that he would become a member of a cult. Moreover, her mother, overestimates all Islamic activities that she does. Every time she saw Rindu with her long veil, her mother always quipped with hurtful words. But longing persisted. He wants to reach his dream. Covering Gaza. Writing down their suffering and then being taken to the world as proof of the Zionist sadism. He longed for the land of the martyrs.
A big offer offered by the chief editor tested his courage and ability. He wanted to touch the land of Shams, write about the smell of gunpowder, touch the clouds of mourning, see bloodshed there, take it in writing and series of words, then bring to the world to open the conscience of all nature. Stating that Palestine should be liberated. Even though he knows, everything will not be as easy as sticking hands. He will try. This is his jihad, the path to take God's pleasure to fetch Islamic civilization again. It's time for Miss to call her longing.
The quiet living room, Rindu looked at his mother and father who looked at each other, thinking about the child's only decision.
"You're so stubborn! I have to tell you how many times you are doctrine. Joining the organization is unclear. Pervert! " His mother judges.
"Mother, this is not a cult. Longing to do this for the truth that God has written, ma'am. " Miss being firm.
"There is a place of war. You are a female! Only child. If we get bullets there, who will continue your father and mother's business? Don't be selfish Miss! " The loud voice belonged to his father who was bleeding from Manado. Missing to rest, trying to be patient. He knows, God always gives the best.
"Therefore, sir, Rindu wants to ask the pleasure of ladies and gentlemen. Miss is chasing the love of God, sir. Longing to raise the truth. " Missed gently touching the hands of his father. "Because without prayer and pleasure from the father and mother, Miss could not return. But if you respect Rindu's decision, God willing, Rindu will return. "
"Stubborn! I've told you how many times. What is your brain filled with? If you want to fight, just do it in your own country. Even your own country still has many actions. You defended other countries instead. " His father looked at Rindu with a sharp look, then threw the newspaper on the table, left Rindu.
"Occasionally serve your parents, Rin!" Miss just paused to hear the last words of his mother who immediately stabbed into his heart.
'O Allah, show me your best way.' Mumbled Longing in his heart.
Ghofur's room left Rindu's story over. Ghofur looked confused, looked at the girl in front of him just a flash, then turned his gaze towards the screen of his laptop.
"Then, what are you going to do Rin? Back off? It's not that easy to remove the mandate that you can afford. If from the beginning you felt unable, you don't have to force yourself. " Ghofur said firmly. His words are very striking.
"Yes, I know, Mas, it won't be easy to let go of what I already can. I will take responsibility. " The tone of conviction emitted from Rindu's words made Ghofur glance at him while frowning.
"Are you sure that much Rin? Remember Rin, Allah's good pleasure depends on the pleasure of parents. After all they are parents who gave birth to you. " Ghofur tried to obey Rindu.
"God willing, Mas, I try."
"I believe you can find your own problem solving. I know you are the person responsible for every message. Ma’an najah. "
"Yes man. Thank you."
"I am waiting for your certainty within five days." Miss answered with an ambiguous nod. Between sure and not sure can give a satisfying answer.
Ghofur closes his laptop, then walks out leaving Rindu in the chief editor's office. Miss could only take a deep breath, remembering the words of Mas Ghofur had made her heart touched. He was fully aware that this would not be easy.
The midday prayer was over. Miss is still in its place. His heart is not certain direction. Which storyline will he choose. His dream was in front of his eyes, but his parents who lay religion became a barrier to his dream. Opposing his parents' decision is the worst decision, and letting go of this challenge is a prolonged adjustment. Longing to close his eyes, hoping all his worries disappear and change the answer.
"Rinduuu !!" someone surprised Miss.
"Astaghfirullah, Ren! This is a mosque or not a field. " Missed pouting while stroking his chest.
"He ... he ... he, yes, I forgot! I'm sorry! "
"What are you calling me?"
"Mas Ghofur has already prepared a visa and our ticket to Egypt. So later we enter through the Rafah door. In about 3 weeks it will open, we enter with a group from KNRP. So in about 2 weeks we will leave. " Rena said in a happy tone.
"You are serious? That fast? Even though I haven't given a definite answer ... "
"Yes, Mas Ghofur just told me too. Mas Ghofur also said that suddenly. Here, I have prepared the latest camera. Canon EOS 1000D! " his face still looks happy while showing his latest camera.
"Eh, by the way, why haven't you given certainty yet? You're afraid, Rin? This is your big dream, Rin. I see that in your cubicle there is a lot of writing 'Gaza’s Journalism'. " Rena moved her focus from the camera to the face of Rindu who had changed her face.
"You are Ren. How about you and my mother? They haven't given me permission yet. "
"Hah? How come? Why didn't you tell me yesterday? I can help you. "
"It's not that easy, Ren. My parents are not people who understand religion like us. My parents always think, if I follow a deviant sect. " Missing anxiety back.
"Do you know, Ghofur?"
"Already. This morning I explained everything to Mas Ghofur. "
"So what does Mas Ghofur say?"
"He only realized that this was my responsibility. It's my fault too. Yesterday I was too excited, until I forgot that I had different thoughts from you. "
"It's not like that but Rin. We also have da'wah duties with our parents. "
"God willing, I'll try again later." Miss rose from her seat. "Let's have lunch! I'll treat. " Miss pulled the hand of Rena who already shouted happy.
Twilight has been replaced by the evening, Maghrib prayer has just been held. The Brotherhood sat reverently next to his best friend, Aziz. His heart continued to rumble, asking about the continuation of his feelings to a girl who was three years adrift of him.
Miss that so soft in her eyes. Smart and nimble longing. Miss who is sociable with every employee. Miss is very ambitious towards Gaza. Miss who is the reason makes a big challenge to realize the dream of Miss. Almira Rindu. The name he mentioned that night in his prostration.
Aziz, has touched his friend's feelings. Clearly visible on the face of his best friend streaks feelings for the girl with a wide hood. The first time he saw his friend was stricken with a love virus.
"Are you sure you're in love again?" Aziz accused directly to him. The brother's face turned red.
"What the heck, Ziz! Ana just ordinary. "
"I knew you from childhood. From the way you eat until you pee, you know everything. Looks from your face. "
"Ana doesn't want to convince this first. Ana is afraid of Ziz. Later it will fall in adultery. "
"Yes, I understand. May you always be protected by Allah! "
"Amen. Hopefully you too. "
Full moon hangs outside, if only it can be seen he is chatting with the stars. If it can be heard they are reciting dhikr together, praising their Creator. If only it could be touched, the moon and stars were channeling faith energy to the earth. So beautiful that night.
That night, an adam child prostrated. Whispering to the earth about his ambiguous feelings, about his heart asking for protection from the Almighty. Hoping the Owner of the heavens hear the long chatter in his prostration.
"Missing only wants to hunt down His love, God, sir. Miss must be responsible for what you have already decided. Once again, allow Miss to Gaza. " Miss's voice hoarsely begged.
His father looked at Miss coldly. His mother was silent, flipping through fashion magazines that were loading about Miss Universe. Missed staring at her parents sadly.
"I want you to quit the job. You continue your business, sir. I'm sick of seeing you become a fundamental person. What do you want our family to say? " your voice rises. "Have children, who cannot serve their parents. Do not want to hear what parents say. Do you want to be an ungodly child? " Add his father. Rindu's tears were flowing, making small ripples that wet her cheeks.
"Just with us contributing less Rin? How much do you need to help them? I will love you with you! One hundred million? One hundred billion? " His mother said curtly.
"It's not all about money, mom. Not about being ungodly. This is about our obligation to spread the symbols of Islam. Our brothers there don't need money, mom. They need liberation. Need independence. " Missed trying to explain.
"Whatever you say Rin! I'm tired You just go there! Per ... "Before his father could finish the sentence, his father staggered. His hand gripped his chest. His face moaned, signaling pain.
"Father!!" Pekik Rindu and her mother. Miss soon grabbed her cellphone, called an ambulance as fast as she could.
