Jazza-u Sayyiah : The Penalty for The Bad Deed

            Once upon a time in an unknown village, lived a poor boy that has nothing to do. He just sat and ate his only bread on the roadside. He saw a dog in the opposite roadside while eating his bread and had some naughty plan to trick the dog.

            The boy came closer to the dog and started to offer the dog with bread on his hand. He came closer and closer. Step by step, until the dog interested on it.  The dog looked at the boy who was coming closer, then focused on the bread on the boy’s hand.  The dog got its muzzle closer to the bread. Then, while it was going to eat the bread, the boy pulled his hand back then hit the dog’s forehead with his another hand.

            The dog was angry and afraid of him, then walked back to its place while the boy was laughing at the dog and seems like he was very satisfied. Not too far from there, a man was looking from the little window on his house what the boy had done to the dog. When the boy decided to get back to his place and continued eating his bread, the man came out from his house and called the boy loudly.

            “Hey, you a boy over there!” shouted the man. The boy just glanced at the man without any interest at all. “Come here, boy!”

             The boy got up from his place and walked to the man’s place lazily. The man who was bringing a stick and hiding it on his back started to offer the boy with some money.

            “Do you want this money, boy?” asked the man. Just a second later, the boy was so enthusiast. But then he had a doubt on it and asked, “How much?”

            “50 dollar, isn’t it much enough?” answered the man.

            “Yes, of course!” The boy shouted happily and his hand was going to take the money on the man’s hand. But a moment before he was successfully took the money, the man pulled back his hand and hit the boy’s hand with a stick on his back.

            “Ouch, what have you done, Sir?” sighed the boy. “Why did you hit me whereas I haven’t got anything yet from you?”

            “Then, why did you hit the dog whereas it hasn’t got anything yet from you?” The man asked a similar question to the boy and the boy just bowed shamefully. “Remember, boy! Jazza-u sayyitin sayyiatun mitsluha. The penalty for a bad deed is a bad thing the same with what he did.”

Inspiring Person : Iqbal Fawwaz Ramadhan, Al-Hafidz

Name                               : Iqbal Fawwaz Ramadhan

Birth place and date         : Kudus, 13^th of January 1998

Class                                : Acceleration 12

Motto                               : Put all of your dreams as high as possible, with faith I fight for it, just      LILLAH I keeping on it.

School                                   :

-           TKIT Umar bin Khattab Kudus

-           SDIT Al-Islam Kudus

-           SMPI Nurul Fikri Boarding School Lembang

-           SMAN 3 Bandung

                Iqbal Fawwaz Ramadhan or well known as Fawwaz, is one of my inspiring people. He is my senior now, at SMAN 3 Bandung. His late school at Nurul Fikri Boarding School was his beginning in memorizing Al-Qur’an. As he said, he started to memorize seriously in junior high school although he was memorizing since in elementary.

His motivations for memorizing Al-Qur’an were friends, parents, and teacher. From parents, it was caused by his guilt on them and felt like there were nothing worth to give to his parents. So, by memorizing Al-Qur’an, he hopes that he can give something wonderful for them, even if not in the world, hopes will be in the day after.

 And also from his teacher. It was when he met Mr. Fathur for the first time. Mr. Fathur asked, “ Where are you from?”

“ Kudus.” He said. Then Mr. Fathur told him that in Kudus, when we knock a house’s door, there must be at least one Hafizh in it. That’s why he feel so ashamed of himself that he hasn’t memorize much yet.  

And this is my interview with him a few weeks ago.