The story of Mount Semeru Climber

This very tense story happened about two years ago. At that time I went to the area of ​​Mount Semeru in East Java, which is said to be the most haunted mountain in the whole of Java. To me, a trip to the top of a mountain is a challenge that can not be judged by money. For me, traveling is an inexhaustible inner happiness, because I do not have much time to do the activities that became my hobby since this high school.

Due to busy work, I have long been unable to do my hobby this one. Since the trip to the summit of Mount Semeru is also peppered with an event that goes beyond reason, it really makes for an experience I will never forget in my lifetime. Yes, the event was really creepy and full of mystery. By experiencing it myself, I finally increasingly realized that in addition to the human world there is another world that may also have a civilization with its own forms and laws.

I also can really prove all the stories about the awesomeness of Mount Semeru, after I experienced it myself. At that time, my four friends and I had reached a high altitude, but not yet reached the peak of Semeru. To just unwind, we break in a very large and dark Goa. It so happened that we found Goa, because suddenly it was raining very hard.

In fact, before there was no sign of nature, like cloudy, which always accompany the arrival of rain. We feel very lucky because by being in Goa that our bodies do not rain. To ward off the cold as well as to overcome the darkness of the Goa space, we turned on the lights that we have designed in such a way that we easily carry. Not only that, we also make a bonfire using the dried twigs that are in Goa. After that we burned bread and played guitar while singing merrily.

Anyway we were really happy then. An hour later, the rain began to subside. Fatigue, hunger and thirst have been treated. Therefore we decided to hurry to continue the journey which is half a day away. We were afraid of the depth before reaching the top of the mountain. Before I left Goa, my four friends were already outside Goa. So, only I remained inside. Understandably, I was a bit slow to give up the supplies I brought.

After all my supplies were wrapped in my favorite backpack, I suddenly found a bunch of bananas lying under a huge rock not far from where we made the fire. Without a suspicious feeling even though, nimbly I took it. I even picked one afterwards with the pleasure of eating the banana. After spending one banana, the strangeness suddenly happened. My view was blurred, and the next second I could not see at all. I frantically shouted at my friends. Fortunately, not long afterwards they rushed to come.

"What's wrong, what happened to you?" One of my friends asked. I nervously replied, "I do not know! Suddenly my eyes were blind. I can not see anything else ". Four of my friends seem to start to panic. At least this I felt with the haste of those who guided me out of Goa. What happens then? Is it true that the one who came and guided me out of the cave were my four friends? No! When my sight returned to normal, then how surprised I was.

The one who guided me out of the cave was not my friends. They are sinister-looking human beings, with broken and crushed faces. Their clothes are the same as my friends' clothes, but they look, completely foreign and very scary. I tried to get out of their hands. I tried to escape quickly. But their thick, hairy hands really did not bother me.

Even then, I had no more guts to continue my rebellion. "Please do not hurt me" I whine like a child. But they would care. Very roughly they forced me to follow him to walk. Before they took me further away, it was hard to tell how it was originally, which must have suddenly turned my head back. My intention to escape and escape from them instantly rose. With all my strength I kicked one of them. My effort works.

Because of the strength of my kick, one of them fell over. That's when I managed to run as hard as I could. Regardless of the obstacle facing me, I kept running and running. After a few moments of running, I dared to look back. What happened?

Astaghfirullah! They had vanished from my eyes. They really do not exist. Then I ventured to stop and rest, but suddenly my chest was beating very fast.

How not, in a moment of eye blink, the four creepy creatures stood in front of me with a grinning smile like a hungry wolf. I shivered in terror. Seeing me as if helpless again, one of them said "You have eaten our bananas, so you have to come with us to take responsibility for your deeds".

"So that banana is your banana? Then forgive me! "I said with courage. "I'm sorry. The banana is a banana offering for our king. So you have to apologize to our king. "More firm. Apparently, they did not give me a chance to defend myself. The proof, an instant later, they clapped three times. And amazingly, suddenly in front of us has stood a chariot with six very fine white horses.

Without saying much, they forced me to board the chariot. And it's hard for me to refuse their invitation, because they're definitely not the opposite of me. Everything happens so fast. In some blink of an eye, we had reached a very posh royal palace with some ghostly-looking bodyguards. Not long after, a handsome king and a very beautiful queen appeared.

The king and queen looked so graceful and authoritative. "Hi, Kisanak! You have entered our kingdom, you have dared to eat banana offerings for me. For that you shall be law! "Said the King. "But I did not accidentally eat it. I think it belongs to my friends! "I said in a trembling voice. "Humans are good at making excuses. Drag him and hang on a pine tree! "The king's order angrily.

Four soldiers immediately ambushed and dragged me to a place similar to the square. It was intimidating, not long after, I was totally hung on a pine tree. My hands are tied up. Rain and strong winds slapped me all over. Sometimes the stinging heat of the sun burns through my body. I can not do anything, I'm really submissive and do not move with that very strong bond.

All I can do is cry and bury the sadness in my heart. I never imagined I would ever have experienced anything like this. I lamented the fragility of my heart, which was never in my mind. In the real world I was a strong and steadfast in the face of things even as bad as anything. In front of my fellow nature-loving friends I was known to be the best, I was also the bravest. But now, I'm really fragile.

I'm really weak and helpless. In the midst of my despair, gradually there were voices calling out my name. Surprisingly, I did not even find out who was calling my name. Even the shadow of a speck was completely invisible to me. Gradually, the voices grew louder and louder, "Ahmad came home. Ahmad, we are here looking for you ".

"Read the verses of the Qur'an ... read Qurshi's verse with all your heart, friend!" Another voice said. I was convinced that the voices were partly the voice of my friends. And rightly, they said that I should read the verses of the Qur'an if I was lost to another world. That's what I did then. With a solemn heart, I tried to pray to God. So I read Qurshi's verse.

Over and over and over and over. By God, a miracle suddenly comes before my eyes. Shortly after I read the Qurshi verse on the count of 125, a sudden lightning came to grab my chest. All at once my body was hot, and I kept trying to read the Qurshi verse. Next I do not remember anything else. After I regained consciousness, all of a sudden I was in bed. Papa and mama cry with great emotion. However, they were happy to see I was conscious.

I also saw my four friends who participated in the climb to Mount Semeru it. Like my parents, they also smiled with relief to see that I had awakened. To Asep, one of my best friends, I meant to ask what had happened to me. But really strange, I can not make a sound at all. My voice is firm and loud, not at all out. Yes, God, I seem to have turned mute.

Only tears streaming down my face bemoaned the fact. Luckily Asep immediately took the initiative to call a Ustadz. After I drank a glass of water given Ustadz Hady, slowly my voice began to reappear. Alhamdulillah! So, what exactly happened to me?

According to the stories of friends, when I was found lying on a hill that is known by the people around Bukit Batu Hitam.

Imagine, the hill is very steep and deep. And this is indeed a very rare fortune, because I can still be saved. Estimated, the distance from where I came from shelter in Goa with the location of Black Stone Hill about one kilo meters. In fact, I seem to move only from the cave a few meters away. Then I asked my friends, how did they find me? They say, after waiting a while, I'm not out of Goa, they go into Goa.

But, I was not there. They all get confused and scared. Finally, they contact the village elders around the slopes. They meet with Ustadz Hady. After carried out by Ustadz, my presence can be detected. Finally they together with Ustadz perform ritual summoning my soul. After Ustadz Hady throws a thick black goat to the steep and deep black hillside slopes, a few minutes later my body flies upwards and with a very agile Ustadz Hady catches my body.

Again, this is a rarity that is difficult to digest common sense. Honestly, at first I doubt with all the stories. But after I reflect on events after the events that I experienced, until I finally lay on the bed, one thing I get is that I become more confident with all the greatness of Allah SWT. Really, this incident has given me a very valuable lesson.

At least I am more convinced, that wherever we are, we do not like to play serobot casually, because once we brave dare take that is not his right, we will get injured.