Ramadhan is a holy month for me and all muslims in the world. It is a month that I always welcome with happiness. It is also a month in which the atmosphere of worship is anywhere to be seen. When all muslims are able to gain a bunch of reward from Allah SWT if they manage to fast, do tarawih prayers, and other sunnah prayers. I always miss Ramadhan, and all the stories that happen during this blessed month.
When I was a child, breakfasting was the most awaited moment because I always kept my favourite snacks since morning. Ah, that was so funny, if I remember it now. So much food on the table made me want to eat all of them. Then, I was often too full.
Even though my stomach was too full, I was always enthusiastic to pray tarawih at mosque every night. My friend and I went to mosque together. We made jokes all along the road. That was beautiful moment as I was a child. But, one day, I got an embarrassing one.
That night, when the sky was so clean, the stars were shining and made the sky splendid, as usual I walked to the mosque with my friends. There was not something unusual. I did tarawih prayers until the end. After I finished my duty to ask signature from the speaker, I went out.
As I was outside the mosque, I was shocked to know that my flip-flops had gone. My friends asked me to recall where the last time I put my flip-flops just in case I forgot. But, I was so sure that I put them somewhere. I felt horrible. My friends helped me to find my flip-flops. They were looking for my flip-flops all around the mosque.
Unfortunately, we could not find the flip-flops. I was so fed-up yet so curious who stole them when I prayed. I felt like I did not have an axe to grind. Why it happened to me? But, I realized that it was useless. Although I lost my head, I decided to go home because the night was already late. I got over it, so bye-bye my flip-flops.
I walked barefoot to my home. My feet hurt so badly. But, my heart was more painful. I was ashamed, I felt like all eyes were watching me. A little bit lucky, it was at night so it was not so clearly. It was not easy to get up on the wrong side of the bed.
When I arrived at home, I told my mother what happened to my flip-flops. She raised me up and promised me to buy new flip-flops for me. I was so happy that my mother made her promise.
After that incident, I was not afraid to go to the mosque but I was more careful. I brought a plastic bag to carry my flip-flops in it. When I was praying, I put that bag beside my shaff so nobody would be able to take it away from me.
How about you, buddy? Do you have any similar experience to mine?