Inspirational Story..馃槶馃槶
Learning from elementary school students who are Soleh.
After the conversation I still sat on the terrace of the mosque in one of the school complexes. The congregation of the mosque was deserted, dispersing each of them with their busy life.
An old grandmother offers her wares, traditional cakes. One plastic costs five thousand rupiah. I wasn't really interested, but because of pity I bought one plastic.
The grandmother who sells cakes looks tired and sits on the terrace of the mosque not far from me. I see there are still a lot of merchandise. I soon saw a boy from the school complex come to the grandmother. I expected the boy to be a first or second grade student.
His dialogue with the grandmother was clearly heard from where I was sitting.
"How much does it cost Nek?"
"One plastic cake is five thousand, kid", replied the grandmother.
The little boy took fifty thousand out of his pocket and said:
"I bought 10 plastics, this is the money, but for my grandmother, the cake can be sold again."
The grandmother is clearly visible in her eyes:
"Dear God, thank you, son. Alhamdulillah, Allah grant my prayer to buy grandchild's medicine which is sick again. 鈥漈he grandmother walked straight away.
I called the boy's reflex.
"What is your name ? Which grade are you?"
"My name is Radit, class 2, sir," he replied politely.
"Your allowance is fifty thousand a day?"
"Oh no, sir, I was given pocket money at ten thousand a day. But I never snack, because I also bring food from home. "
"So what did you give to grandmother, you saved your pocket money since Monday?", I asked, getting more interested.
"Yes sir, so that every Friday I can donate fifty thousand rupiah. And after that I always prayed that God would reward my dead mother. I once heard a lecture that there was a mother God forgiven and saved from hell fire because her son was giving a piece of bread, sir, 鈥漷he elementary school child spoke eloquently.
I hold the boy's shoulder:
"Since when did your mother die, Radit?"
"When I was in kindergarten, sir"
I didn't feel my tears drip:
"Your heart is far more noble than I am Radit, this is my fifty-thousand-dollar change, huh ...", I said, handing me a fifty-dollar bill into his hand.
But Radit politely refused and said:
"Thank you very much, sir ... But for the sake of your father, I am still a child without dependents ... But the father has a family ... I say goodbye to class, sir.
Radit shook my hand and kissed it.
"Allah take care of you, son ...", I answered softly.
I went away, not far from there I saw the grandmother selling cakes at a pharmacy. I rushed there, I saw the grandmother would pay for the medicine she bought.
I asked the cashier how much the medicine was. The cashier replied: "Forty thousand rupiahs ..."
I handed over the money that the child refused to the cashier: "This is what I pay ... The return gives to this grandmother ..."
"O Allah ... sir ..."
The grandmother had not been grateful, I had rushed to leave the pharmacy ... I rushed to Pandeglang following my friends who were traveling around the mission there.
In my heart I prayed that God would accept my alms and forgive my parents and my beloved daughter who had gone before me back to God.
Friends there are times when a child is more honest than an adult, teach our children from the beginning real actions that are not theory.
This story is from the servant of Allah.
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