Sincerity

The mosque is just a small building. However, if you pay attention, you'll soon know the age of the building was very old. Thick walls, bare windows-only rectangular hole with an arch at the top. Likewise the door, no leaves door. The floor using a white ceramic-I knew it then installed, because the model can still be found in stores of material.
The mosque is small, probably only accommodate about 50 people congregation.
However, it is quite spacious courtyard. And in front of the mosque building a tamarind tree grows big enough. Perhaps he was already hundreds of years. Perhaps the builders of this mosque was once dreaming of how cool this mosque shaded during the day because of a tamarind tree. Maybe so.
Once the size of a tamarind tree, with branches and branches sticking out in all directions, forming a kind of umbrella, making us would think, this mosque was dipayungi tamarind. It's beautiful.
However, this mosque was quiet. Especially if during the day. Dawn there are five people congregation, it was caretaker of all. Maghrib, still pretty, can reach two saf. Isha ... only at most five people. Once every day, whether when and how long will it take place.
For Haji Brahim, the situation was worrying. Since, perhaps, 30 years ago he believed to be the chairman of the mosque, the situation has not changed. In fact, every Friday, the number of pilgrims, at most 45 people. Never occurred to expand the building, but funding was never enough. Looking for donations is not easy, and Haji Brahim not allow administrators seeking donations on the highway-as do many people. "Like the beggar alone ...," he muttered. As time goes by, then the mind to expand the building remained as a dream only. Cash mosque for almost dusty empty. And that is why the mosque was not able to install electricity, enough with the oil lamp.
Tamarind leaves falling every day, like a sprinkling of flower the pilgrims of the tomb. Old fruits strewn in the yard. One-two children picked it up, remove the seeds are smaller than that of soybean, dry them, roast, and make it tasty snack in the afternoon. Obviously no one in particular sweeping the yard every day.
Too broad for a job for free. All know, including Haji Brahim.
***
One afternoon, after Friday prayers, when the people had all disappeared somewhere, Haji Brahim and two other officials are still sitting cross-legged on the floor of the mosque. Haji Brahim still zikr while two men were counting money into a charity that day.
"Thirty thousand, sir," said one such protest on something.
"Thank God."
"With a week ago, the number is 75,000. Not enough to buy paint. "
"Yes, it ... will not it enough," said Haji Brahim calm.
Moment when the two men will stand, in the yard he saw there an old woman sweeping the center of view. Haji Brahim was turned and saw the old woman with the body bent, staggered approach.
"Salam Alaikum ... grandma," said one administrator, handing the money 500s.
But the old woman said nothing. Staring at the giver of money with the old view.
"What?" Said Haji Brahim, as he approached.
"I do not need money. I need a way for forgiveness. "
The third moment was silent mosque caretaker. The wind was blowing a tamarind leaves shed. One of two men gemelatak on the roof.
"Please take ablution and praying grandmother," said Haji Brahim said, smiling.
Grandma was silent for a moment. Without saying anything, he then picked up the leaves that lay in the yard. The leaves were picked with sincerity, then the inclusion into the shabby plastic bag, which was folded and tucked in setagen wrapped around his waist. After entering leaves into plastic bags, hand picked leaves again the next. And the next. And next ....
The three men were dumbfounded. A moment later, seeing how hard his trouble the grandmother do a simple job, one then approached and persuaded to quit the old woman. But the grandmother is still picking up the scattered leaves, almost hoard surface that page.
Haji Brahim and an administrator and then go down and take a broom stick.
"Do not ... do not use a broom stick ... and let me alone to do this."
"But then grandma tired."
"Is there anything more exhausting than the sins?" Said the grandmother like mumbling.
Haji Brahim choked. There is something sneaking in his heart.
She saw her grandmother again picked up and the leaves picked strand by strand. And, after hearing what tergumam from the lips of the old man, Haji Brahim crying.
From his lips tergumam sentence pardon requests and praise to the Prophet Muhammad Kanjeng. On each piece of withheld and stared for a moment he muttered "Gusti, mugi aksama Paringa. Paringa kanugrahan dateng Kanjeng Prophet. "Before inclusion into the plastic bag.
Haji Brahim thrilled by the innocence and the innocence of her grandmother. In his eyes, the old woman seemed to want to testify in front of thousands of leaves that he was looking for the path of forgiveness.
***
Days rolled into the sunset. And the old woman still in her place, barely moved, just pick the leaves are always falling on the page. A wrinkled old body was wet with sweat. Breathless. The three men could not do anything else, except the guard. When sunset came, and those who do prayer, the grandmother was still picking up leaves.
"Who is he?" Whispered one of his congregation to his friend, when they left the mosque. Of course there was no answer, but "somehow".
"Grandma, rest ... it's late."
"If you want to go home, go ahead ... let me here and do it all."
"Grandma, grandma why torture yourself like this?"
"No. I do not torture yourself. This is ... probably not even enough for a pardon, "she said wiping her eyes.
Haji Brahim silent. Trying to figure out what her grandmother had done in the past.
***
That night, Haji Brahim came home quite late because he felt could not leave her grandmother. Board mosque which was originally going to wait, after Haji Brahim, was also not resistant. In fact, not to mention five minutes Haji Brahim leave, he quietly returned.
No one knows whether the grandmother was asleep or awake that night. As soon as dawn arrived, the dawn call to prayer Mijo who will find the grandmother still doing the same movement. The air was so cold. Some times the old woman coughed.
***
Events of the old woman turned out to invite the attention of many people. They came to the mosque. Intentions they might want to watch the old woman, but so coincident prayer time comes in, they perform congregation prayers. Without them knowing it fully, the mosque was so lively. People flocked, bringing food to her grandmother, or just give him a drink. And, everything is always congregation at the mosque.
Two days later, just when the echo time of Asr came, the old woman fell down and died. The people gasped, others tried to take him to the clinic, but for some reason did not.
That day the police came. Because everyone does not know who the family of the grandmother, the grandmother decided finally buried in the backyard of the mosque.
When everyone is busy, Haji Brahim choked. He suddenly felt lonely ambush him. He sweeps of view, there's something strange in his eyes. The leaves are scattered disappeared. Clean the courtyard. Fertile black soil, such as sweeping, and leaf fall was arrested by giant nets until he reaches the ground.
Haji Brahim corners of the eyes moist. "May you find your way, grandma," he muttered.
And when all the people, who number tens of it, simultaneously discover what is seen Haji Brahim, they gaped. How could the courtyard could be as clean as that.
***
Long after the story reached me, I was stunned. Apparently, according to Haji Brahim me, the old woman might be present as an example. "Maybe he's big sinners, according to his confession to me," said Haji Brahim me some time ago. "And ... he's doing some sort istigfar to gather as much leaf on the page, maybe so ... I'm not sure. What is clear, so our eyes open. Now we are quite crowded mosque. "
"No doubt many are willing to sweep the yard," I teased.
"Yeah ... ha-ha-ha ... right."
"What could be so, Ji?"
"That is, the forgiveness of God? Yes, I'm sure could have. Almighty God-willed, whatever if He pleased, cooking was not granted? "Said Haji Brahim calm.
I was speechless. I imagine it's foliage, which amount may be thousands of pieces of it, floated to the presence of God, bringing pardon petition scratches.