Apakah Yang Kita Katakan Kepada Jenazah Ini? ..... BAIK

Assalamualaikum

To start after a long silence .....

"Apakah yang kita katakan kepada jenazah ini" ....BAIK"

When attending a funeral, at times you will here this question being asked by the imam just before the coffin is being brought out of the solat hall. There's no specific direction from the Quran and hadith to say this before the deceased is placed at its final resting place, but Rasulallah SAW did reminded us to say ONLY good things about the deceased.

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What happen to MH17 was a tragedy. Everybody was saddened by the tragedy. I know none of those boarding the plane. But I can feel the pain. The pain that family and friends had to bear with. Wife widowed, children orphaned. Death comes in many ways and forms. Everyone of us will come to it. But what happen to MH17 is not something ordinary.

I happen to watch the arrival of the 3rd batches of bodies. They were honored like a hero. Throughout the procession, i just could not hold back my tears from flowing. And throughout the procession I can hear all the good words said about them.

"Beliau seorang yang sangat pemurah. Sering bersedekah".
"Beliau seorang anak yang taat pada kedua ibubapa".
"He is a very good husband and father".
"Beliau berjuang untuk arak tidak dibekalkan dalam penerbangan".

Allah ..... terdetik dalam hati ini, adakah kata-kata yang baik untuk diucapkan tentang diri ini di saat jenazah diusung ke liang, di saat bersoal jawab dengan 2 penjaga di alam kubur sana? Benar-benar baikkah amalan sesama manusia ku?

Allah ..... justeru terus menyedarkan diri ini, betapa kerdilnya nilaian diri. Jika di mata manusia sudah bukan sesiapa, apatah lagi tika mengadap Rab al-Jalil.

Sahabat, saudara, tetangga dan taulan .... maafkanlah diri ini.
Bonda-bonda .... maafkanlah diri ini
Allahu Rabbi ..... ampunkanlah hambaMu ...

Allahu Rabbi .....

Al-fatihah untuk semua yang telah pergi .....

Wallahua'lam.

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