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Earthquake, A Small Scale of Doomsday

Earthquake

Halo, assalamu alaikum.

Lombok Earthquake this August has really broken my heart. 7.0 Richter Scale. Innalillaahi wa inna ilayhi roojiuun.

I feel them.

I was, by Allah's will, one of survivors of Jogja Earthquake back in 2006. It's been 12 years, but, the feeling remains the same.

I guess I can never forget it.

It was almost 6 a.m. I was having a lazy morning on my bed. My mom and dad were having their morning tea. We used to enjoy some tea, waiting for the morning newspaper to come and discussing anything.

All of a sudden, the house was shaking. My bed was, too. I ran out of the room and rushed to the side door. My dad was with me. The door was also shaking. It was hard for my daddy to open. The cupboard beside me was dancing. The sound of the cups and bowls and plates were frightening me. I was worried they might fall on to me.

Once my dad succeded in opening the door, we rushed out of the house. I didn't notice my mom and my brother. All I knew was they were running to the front door.

I looked at the sky. It was blue as usual but the air was horrible. I heard people crying and screaming and calling God's name no matter what their religion might be.

Earthquake

Alhamdulillaah, no one was hurt. In my neighbourhood there was no victim. The houses remain standing although some parts were broken. But, in short, we were all safe.

I then looked for my mom. "Where is she?" I thought. She was safe with hard breath taking.

After all of the disaster, my brother told me about the day.

At the day he ran toward the front door with mom. "The door was locked," he said. "Mom tried to unlock the key, but she couldn't do it. The door was shaking."

"So I decided to open it myself. I pushed mom aside and unlocked it. Then I ran out. I left mommy behind."

"When I had succeded in running out, I suddenly remembered mommy. I looked back and I saw her crawling on her knees," he continued.

My brother couldn't believe he had pushed mommy away. He also couldn't believe that he noticed nobody else's safety but himself.

I also couldn't believe in what I had done. I suddenly remember verses of surah Abasa. It tells me why I did such thing. It is because we were very frightened.

Read the verses below:

فَإِذَا جَآءَتِ ٱلصَّآخَّةُ

But when there comes the Deafening Blast

يَوْمَ يَفِرُّ ٱلْمَرْءُ مِنْ أَخِيهِ

On the Day a man will flee from his brother

وَأُمِّهِۦ وَأَبِيهِ

And his mother and his father

وَصَٰحِبَتِهِۦ وَبَنِيهِ

And his wife and his children,

'Abasa 80: 33 - 36 by Quran App: https://goo.gl/w6rESk

It was only a small scale of doomsday. I had forgotten my mom, dad and brother. I only cared about my own safety.

Allah is Ash-Shiddiq, The Most Right of All. The verses tell us all. The earthquake prooved it right.

I really, really hope and pray I will never ever witness the doomsday.

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