Zaki Has Died
M. Zakyuddin Munziri
@zakiego
Originally written in Bahasa Indonesia.
That is what someone will say one day in the future.
This is not a writing of despair. Nor is it because there is any intention to end life. Not at all.
As I write this, I am in good health. Surrounded by so many blessings from the Most Merciful God that never cease. All praise be to Him, the Ever-Living God who will never die.
Zaki has died.
One day in the future, that is what will be spoken or heard, by those who know me, and who have a longer life than mine.
One day in the future, I will fulfill the promise I made with God, when I was about to be born into this world. That my life will end on the day and hour that was agreed upon. Not a second late or a second early.
This is not despair, but rather this is what makes me appreciate every inch of life. I do not want to die just like that without leaving anything behind.
If living is merely living, pigs in the forest also live. If working is merely working, monkeys also work. — Buya Hamka
I want to live more than just living, dedicating myself for the benefit of others.
Those words are not actually mine, they are what was once said by Caliph Umar bin Khattab radhiallahu 'anhu, which was quoted by Ustadz Aan Candra Talib hafizhahullah,
Caliph Umar bin Khattab once said, "Every day there are people who say, 'So-and-so has died and so-and-so has died.' There will come a day when people will say, 'Umar has died.'"
That quote is what I then put in my social media bio.
Written what comes to mind, so it won't be forgotten. Until one day someone says, Zaki has died.
The belief that one day I will die, that is what drives me to leave a trace. Whether by writing what I feel or sharing what I think. Recording events that happen before my eyes. At least, that is the monument that can remain when my body is buried underground.
I want to be eternal like Pak Sapardi. And he himself has fulfilled his poem.
one day my body will be no more but in the verses of this poem I will not let you be alone
one day my voice will no longer be heard but between the lines of this poem I will still find ways to reach you
one day my dreams will no longer be known yet between the letters of this poem I will tirelessly search for you
Pak Sapardi Djoko Damono has passed away, but he is eternal in every drop of June Rain.
I do not have many ambitions in life, other than being beneficial. Zaki will not live another 100 years, but I hope the good deeds I have done will multiply and be valuable in the sight of the Most Merciful God to His servants.
At the end of the story, I only ask God, that God takes my life while I am giving benefit to His servants.
I believe that there is no God but Allah, the God who created the heavens and the earth, while any worship of anything other than Allah is false. And I believe that Prophet Muhammad shalallahu 'alaihi wassalam is a messenger of Allah.
Finished writing in Pelaihari, June 4, 2022, 8:19 PM.
