The truck stopped in front of a modest house of woven rattan. From the truck, down a 10-year-old boy, his father, as well as the truck driver. Furqon, that's his name.
A boy of 10 years old. He lives with his father, Mr. Dasrul. Her mother had died two years ago. A candidate hafidz qur'an. Furqon already memorized 29 juz. Memorization fit tajwid. Furqon's voice is very melodious and beautiful.
Furqon memorizes all that self-taught. Furqon memorized himself. Because, Furqon's house is in the middle of town and there is no ustad in that area. How will Furqon know whether or not his reading is true? Furqon uses a cool and sophisticated al-qur'an memorizing app.
Furqon's father's office went bankrupt. As a result of not being able to pay the debts of the company, home, motorcycle, car, and all the property of Furqon's father was confiscated. Forced, they must stay in the simple house of Furqon's grandfather's legacy in Kampung Lebat Pohon.

During the scorching day, Furqon just came home from his new school. Furqon looked at his favorite Qur'an. Medium-sized Qur'an with a black leather cover. In the center, there is gold calligraphy. Very beautiful.
"How am I going to memorize again? Who will listen to my memorization? I have no HP. I do not have that app anymore. I already have nothing, other than my father and my favorite Qur'an, "said Furqon while stroking his favorite Qur'an.
Allah is the Greatest …
Allah is the Greatest …
Adzan solat dzuhur reverberate. Furqon is happy to play. Rarely did he hear the call to prayer. Vigorously fulfilling God's call, Furqon took ablution water. After that, Furqon is well dressed, using a cap, and grabs his prayer mat.
"But where is the mosque?" Furqon murmured. Furqon turns right and left to ask the location of the mosque to someone. Furqon smiled, he saw a boy.
"Hey!" Furqon called out to him. The boy turned his head.
"Do you know where the mosque is?" Furqon asked.
"It's in the next village. You have to cross the bridge, "the boy pointed at a rope bridge. Beneath it, flowing rivers are quite swift.
"Be careful, the bridge is rocking. You have to hold on to the rope, "the boy added. After that, he left.
Furqon gulped. Past the bridge? Furqon has seen it on TV. But, in fact now, the Furqon must pass through. Furqon held on to both ropes. The bridge is very flexible, easy to wobble. Furqon's mouth incessantly calls "Allahu Akbar."
"Alhamdulillahi rabbil 'alamin," Furqon was grateful to be able to cross the bridge.
Before his eyes, a small mushola was visible. Furqon is very surprised, because there are only a few in the mosque. About 10 fathers.
"Assalamu'alaikum," Furqon entered the mosque.
"Wa'alaikumsalam," the gentlemen turned toward Furqon. Their faces looked astonished. Furqon responded with a smile.
After that, Asar prayer in congregation begins. After the prayer, Furqon approached the prayer imam. He is still young.
"Pak Ustad!" Call Furqon. By mouth while dzikir, Mr. Ustad turned towards Furqon.
"What is your name? I just saw you. "
"My name is Furqon Pak Ustad."
"This is the first time I saw a small child praying," said Mr. Ustad.
"Before, nothing, Ustad?" Furqon asked. Mr. Ustad shook his head.
"I moved from the city, Ustad. My house is in the next village ... "Unfinished speech Furqon already cut Pak Ustad.
"The next village? Then, you passed the bridge? "Mr. Ustad pointed at the rope bridge. Furqon nodded.
"Allahu Akbar, Subhanallah, O Allah. You passed the bridge to pray in the mosque? Mostly, people in the next village pray at home. They are afraid of passing a rope bridge. But, more and more busy with worldly affairs. Oh God, what a wonderful gift you give this child, "Mr. Ustad stroked Furqon's head.
"The name of Mr. Ustad who? Mr. Ustad can help me to memorize the Qur'an? "Furqon asked. His eyes fixed on Ustad's face.
"I am Ustad Ali. Memorize the Qur'an? O Allah, what a great gift you give to the Furqon. You are a special and great son of Furqon, "said Ustad Ali.
"Fine, Furqon. You have memorized to juz how many? "Ask Ustad Ali.
"Juz 29 Ustad. Will Pak Ustad hear my memorization? I want to mematamkan memorized Al-Qur'anku, "pleaded Furqon. Ustad Ali nodded vigorously.
"Mr. Ustad wants to hear the melodious chanting of the holy verses of a special child," Ustad Ali smiled. Furqon smiled shyly. Furqon does tend to be quiet.
Furqon begins chanting the verses in a beautiful, beautiful voice. Very soothing. Previously, Furqon came home briefly to take a bath Pak Dasrul was not at home. Then, Furqon came back again. Perform the ashar prayer and continue his rote.
"Memorize you all right, Furqon. If only you were my son. Children like you, rare, Furqon, "Ustad Ali said as Furqon shook his hand.
"Thank you, Mr. Ustad. Mr. Ustad is willing, right, to hear my memory every time Ashar? "Furqon full of hope. Ustad Ali smiled. Furqon looks sennag and satisfied.
The clock at the mosque shows at 5 pm. Furqon ran. Furqon walked with a quick step on the rope bridge. Though accompanied by fear, heart palpitations, and cold sweat. Furqon ran straight to his house.
"Furqon! Where are you? Say goodbye. Go home at 5 o'clock. You know what time is not? "Omel Pak Dasrul. Furqon looked down.
"Sorry, yeah, dad was not home. Earlier, I prayed Ashar in the mosque next door. After that, I memorized Al-Qur'an with Ustad Ali, "said Furqon.
"Already, do not have anything. You should help father make money. You are! "Mr. Dasrul coughed. Furqon looked down sadly.
"I must be able to become a hafidz of the Qur'an," Furqon was determined in his heart
The streets of the village were pitch black. Furqon performs the Isha prayer in his room. After that, Furqon grabbed his favorite Koran. Furqon want to do? Yup! Furqon wants to continue his memorization.
Fuqon continued his memorization. Her beautiful, sweet voice soothes and ears whoever hears it. Furqon keeps repeating verse by verse until memorized.
"'Amma yatasaa'aluun. 'Anin nabail'azhiim. Alladzii hum fiihi mukhtalifuun. "
The door of Furqon's room was opened by Mr. Dasrul.
"Furqon! Wash clothes! "Orders Mr. Dasrul. After that, Mr. Dasrul went away.
"Shadaqaullahul 'aziim," Furqon closed his favorite Qur'an. Then, kiss it and put it on the table.
"O Allah, may I be a dutiful son and hafidz of the Qur'an," Furqon murmured determinedly. Furqon took a glass of water and brought to his father's room.
"Well, drink first," Furqon handed him a glass of water.
"Yes, there is a laundry. Uhuk ... uhuk ... "Pak Dasrul took the water from Furqon's hands.
"Do not buy drugs, yah?" Furqon asked.
Mr. Dasrul shook his head slowly. "Do not have to. We still need a lot of money to eat. So, you also help make money, "Mr. Dasrul replied. Furqon complied.
After school, Furqon immediately perform the dhuhur prayers in congregation. Earlier, he almost slipped on the rope bridge. Alhamdulillah, Allah still protect it the second time. As a child, Furqon was almost hit by a car.
After the prayer dzuhur, Furqon said to Ustad Ali, that he will deposit rote out of prayer ashar later. Furqon should work. He became a garbage scavenger.
"Hey, you're a new kid, huh?" Scolded a black boy. Furqon nodded.
"Yes. I just work here, "replied Furqon with a smile.
"We race, yuk. Who can be the most! "Challenged the boy.
"Sure, deh. But, if that can be most often why? "Furqon asked.
"Money is losing, put aside the winning ones," the boy replied.
"Astagfirullahal'adzim. Do not want to come with me. It's the same with gambling. Haram! "Exclaimed Furqon. Then, he was busy scavenging garbage.
"Huh! Basic, smart-ass, "scolded the boy. Furqon ignored him.
After that, they rode on to work. Scavenging garbage and putting it in a sack. Not a word came out of their mouths.
When the atmosphere showed almost ashar, Furqon came home and showered. Mr. Dasrul does not exist.
"Daddy, nothing. In fact, I want to leave, "Furqon murmured. He ran out of the house and stepped slowly and carefully over the rope bridge.
After the prayer ashar ...
"How, Furqon? An-Naba already memorized? "Ask Ustad Ali.
"Alhamdulillah, already, Ustad. Furqon already memorized until the sura 'Abasa, "Furqon replied. She smiled sweetly.
"Subhannallah Furqon. Your memorization is fast. Allah really loves you, "Ustad Furqon replied. Furqon danced deeply, he read basmalah and started his memorization.
Furqon came home feeling good. Memorization is really good, so says Ustad Ali.

"Furqon!" Mr. Dasrul snarled in front of the house.
"Assalamu'alaikum, yeah. What is wrong?"
"Do not use greetings. Where's your money? "Mr. Dasrul looks like a stressed person.
"This is pack," Furqon handed him the result of his scavenging.
"How about this? It should be more than this. How long do you get? "Mr. Dasrul asked.
"Until the ashar prayer is finished."
"Why not until just this hour? You can get more, "protested Mr. Dasrul.
"Sorry. Earlier, Furqon ashar prayer. Then, memorize the Qur'an. "
"Qon, that is so. The important thing is we make a lot of money first. First focus on money. New you want to memorize kah, what kah. What's the point? "Mr. Dasrul came into the house. Furqon bowed.
After school, Furqon found Mr. Dasrul lying weak. Usually, he is at work. Mr. Dasrul looked in pain.
"Daddy, dad why?" Furqon asked frantically. Immediately, Mr. Dasrul coughed. A loud cough and not a regular cough. In Mr. Dasrul's palm, there is a thick red liquid.
"Astagfirullah, father!" Furqon increasingly panicked.
Furqon ran towards the mushhola. He ran on the rope bridge. He found, Ustad Ali who was dhikr.
"Ustad, please father my ustad," pleaded Furqon with a pitiful face.
"Your father why?" Ustad Furqon panicked at the look on Furqon's face.
Furqon tells it all. Ustad Ali immediately asked for help from his neighbor who had a truck to bring Mr. Dasrul to the hospital. Furqon pushed his father past the rope bridge and helped climb into the truck.
The truck drove toward the city. After that, Mr. Dasrul was immediately taken to a public hospital. Everything is confused, because no one can afford to finance.
"Calm, about the cost, I Insha Allah can help," said Ustad Ali. After examination, Mr. Dasrul had kidney cancer that is in the period of cancer spreading and should be prevented as soon as possible by surgery.
For the operation, it will cost tens of millions. Furqon can only cry. He can only recite verses of the Qur'an in front of his sleeping father. Tears also dripped.
The doctor examined Mr. Dasrul's body again.
"Mr. Dasrul's condition is getting worse. This can not be tolerated. Must be as soon as possible, "explained the doctor.
Actually, Mr. Dasrul must be moved to the ICU room in order to get more intensive care. But, unfortunately, the cost is not adequate.
Furqon melanunkan scriptures. She hoped to reduce her father's pain.
At noon, Mr. Dasrul was unconscious.
"Father, father wakes father," Furqon shook Mr. Dasrul's body. Tears of Furqon flow.
At 15:15 minutes, Ustad Ali came. He and Furqon performed the ashar prayers together.
After that, in front of Mr. Dasrul's bed, Furqon memorized his memorization from Al-Fatihah to An-Nas.
"Subhanallah ... Furqon, your memorization is all true. Nothing wrong, "said Ustad Ali while stroking Furqon's hair. Furqon still read Al-Fath's letter.
Furqon's mouth is very sore. Because, memorize non-stop verses of the Qur'an. Furqon drink 1 glass of water.
The chant of the Holy Qur'an from Furqon is beautiful. Her vocal voice, makhraj letters, tajwid, and recitations. Subhan Allah.
"Furqon, your voice is very similar to one of the Grand Priests of the Grand Mosque," said Ustad Ali. Furqon was drinking water because his mouth was sore and thirsty. He just memorized until Yasin surah.
"Right, Ustad?" Said Furqon.
"It's a lie. Why Ustad lie? Hopefully, you become the successor of the Grand Imam of the Grand Mosque, "Ustad Ali's prayer.
"Aamiin."
Furqon then continued his memorization again.
"Shadaqallahul'aziim," Furqon ended his rote. It took 3 hours to memorize from start to finish.
Furqon's eyes lifted tears and hit Mr. Dasrul's eyelids. Ustad Ali shed tears over Furqon's memorization.
And at that moment, Mr. Dasrul realized. He opened his eyes slowly.
"Furqon!" Mr. Dasrul said quietly. Furqon fetched water for his father to drink.
The doctor opened the door of the room. Without further questioning, he immediately examined Mr. Dasrul's situation with a special tool.
"Sir, no more pain?" Ask the doctor. Mr. Dasrul shook his head.
"Absolutely?" The doctor seemed to not believe it.
"There is not a single pack of doctors," Mr. Dasrul replied.
"Then we declare that Mr. Dasrul has healed. Because of the examination of this tool, the cancer Mr. Dasrul no longer exists, "said the doctor while showing his sophisticated tools. Furqon, Ustad Ali, and Pak Dasrul jumped. Furqon directly prostrated gratitude.
"Alhamdulillah…"
Furqon immediately embraced his father. Father and son tears out because of emotion.
Ustad Ali hugged Furqon, "Alhamdulillah yes, Furqon."
"It's all because of God's miracles, sir. What are you doing to make Mr. Dasrul recover from cancer? "
"To repeat the recitation of the Qur'an from beginning to end," Furon replied. The doctor shook his head.
"Subhanallah, Allah is Good. The miracle will be given to anyone who will pray and try earnestly. Moreover, to a special and great child like you Furqon, "praise the doctor. Furqon looked down in embarrassment.
Mr. Dasrul smiled at their conversation.
"Miracles verses of the Qur'an," Furqon thought.
The healing news of Pak Dasrul because the verses of the Qur'an became a hot conversation in Kampung Lebat Pohon. The citizens got interested. Little by little, starting to learn to study.
The mosque which was once empty, is now getting crowded. People who used to be busy with worldly affairs began to diligently worship.
"You are great, Furqon. Father's son is special, "said Mr. Dasrul.
"Furqon is not special, yeah. Simple furqon, "Furqon replied modestly as he bowed his head.
"It's all because of the miracle of the Qur'anic verses."