Kayla Patiens
Underwear, in the literal sense, is something we use not only to protect ourselves from the elements, but also to distinguish sane people from the insane. When a person is not dressed and walks in the midst of a crowd, it's easy for onlookers to say that the person has no self-respect, doesn't know shame, or is insane. Clothing also distinguishes the social status and position of the wearer in society.
In short, with the understanding above, it can be concluded that clothing here means 'self-respect,' and your clothing (dodotiro) is your true identity and self-respect, which, when damaged or soiled, must be cleaned by seeking the truth while holding fast to the teachings of the Ahlul Bait. Holding fast to the teachings of Ahlul Bait is not easy, but with the efforts mentioned above, it will show your elevated status in the sight of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.
Your elevated status in the sight of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala, as someone who is knowledgeable, will be respected in society. After you become a person like this, you will be ready for the meeting with the Creator when death comes to take you.
Kumitir bedha ing pinggir
Whose edges are frayed and tattered
Dondho mono, Jru metono
Fix it! Tidy it up! Stitch it!
"This continues in dodotiro"
Kanggo sebho mengko sore
So it can be worn for the evening meeting
"kanggo sebho mengko sore" signifies the passing of the day, the passing of time, the arrival of another day. The essence of death is essentially like the change of time, the change of nature; with death, we enter the next realm with the provisions we have striven for during our worldly life, depicted as the time before evening.
Mumpung jembar kalangane
While its reach is still wide (while the body is still healthy)
Kanjeng Sunan Ampel encourages children and young students of Sunan not to waste time, to hurry, to strive, and to learn while they are still young (mumpung padang rembulane), while they still have the strength and ability to make efforts as much as possible by learning and emulating the experts in worship, namely Ahlul Bait and the scholars who love and follow them.
Sun-surak-o-surak hiyoo
Come on! Hurry!
A brief conclusion of the meaning of the song "lir-lilir" is Sunan's advice to learn as much knowledge as possible in various branches, as commanded by Allah and His Messenger.
Learn Islam while adhering to the teachings of Ahlul Bait.
Learn and emulate the worshipers because they are knowledgeable, and the best worshiper is indeed the Prophet Muhammad Shallallahu Alaihi Wassalam and his Ahlul Bait.
Knowledge from all branches is used to strengthen faith and belief because only by emulating their struggles and the knowledge we have learned will become a defense against the temptations of Satan and his followers who persuade people to follow worldly desires.
Allahumma sholli ala Muhammad wa ali Muhammad
"Allahumma Sholli Alaih," I replied with a smile to Kang Ali, who had patiently explained the meaning. It's motivating for the community who want to attain Allah's pleasure.
I felt the car we were in stop in a small alley on the side of the road, not very wide. I saw the female students entering and leaving the small alley. We went there.
I saw the dormitory and school close together, with only a small bridge separating them, I noticed above my head. Yes, it's bigger than Abah's Pesantren.
I noticed on the right there was a door leading to the dormitory. Abah pulled my hand towards the house next to the dormitory. It seems like this is the house of the Kyai who oversees the Pesantren. We entered to pay our respects.
A warm handshake from the sound of his landing hand to me, and I kissed his hand with takdhim.
"You're very pretty, dear," those words came from his lips. Mrs. Kyai, who was very graceful and friendly.
He sat us down and served us food. Abah and Kyai chatted comfortably.
I was still looking at every corner of this house and occasionally looking outside. I saw the female students in front of the house.
"May you feel at home, dear," Kyai said to me. I just smiled and said, "InshaAllah."
"Boarding, if not properly conducted, won't be meaningful. If you're affected, it means you've entered school. When you're hit, the knowledge has already entered," Kyai joked with us.
Maybe Javanese people will understand what Kyai meant. I didn't want to get a skin disease like he mentioned.
After paying respects to Kyai, it was time for me to part with Abah, Pakdhe, and Kang Ali. My tears flowed again. Seeing the separation right in front of me.
"Kang Ali," I shouted as I saw Kang Ali stepping and his steps stopped towards me.
We hugged and cried. All eyes were on us. Yes, I didn't care about the atmosphere around us. Until finally, Abah and Pakdhe let us go.
"Enough, dear, six years will pass quickly, dear," Abah said to me.
I thought I would only be here for three years and then move to a new Pesantren, but I was wrong. Six years? Could I meet Kang Ali again? My God, my trial.
"So, be a righteous woman, dear," Kang Ali said, shaking my hand. I couldn't let go of his hand, it was heavy for me to part with Kang Ali. But my hopes vanished when Abah let go of our hands.
With slow steps, Kang Ali, Abah, and Pakdhe left me. I could only watch them from afar. Occasionally, Kang Ali looked at me, sadness and emotion filled my day this time.
They went to Kang Ali's Pesantren. To accompany Kang Ali boarding in Jombang, the city of santri.
"Come in, dear. You'll hopefully feel at home here," one of the Pesantren administrators said to me. We went inside.
I saw that the dormitory and school were close together, with only a small bridge separating them. I saw it above my head. Well, it's bigger than Abah's Pesantren.
I saw the female students busy with their activities, from cooking instant noodles, cleaning, washing, and some going crazy with a broom in their hands, singing an incomprehensible song.
Mbak Ainun, the name of the Pesantren supervisor, is next to me right now. We walked towards the stairs on the right. The stairs are short and small, connecting the first and second floors.
On the right side of the stairs, something different caught my eye. "It seems that's not a dorm room," I thought.
"I'm confused about what to call you. Are you Kyai Ja'far's daughter, dear?" Mbak Ainun stopped our steps.
"Don't call me by that name, please. Just call me Kayla," I answered because I didn't
want the female students here to feel uncomfortable with my status.
"Okay then, Kayla, let's go," she said a little awkwardly, but I tried to relax her. Our steps slowly ascended the stairs.
One
Two
Three
Twelve
The stairs led us to the top of the second floor. I saw the size of each dorm room was very small, about 4x2 in dimensions. Finally, our steps reached Shofia 2's room.
I saw everyone's eyes directed towards me, and I just smiled at them. Mbak Ainun introduced me to all the occupants of the room.
"Isma Kayla Nadhifa Almaira from Bojonegoro," it seemed that everyone was shaking hands with me, except for two people sitting in the corner of the left locker. They seemed to look at me with cynicism.
"Siska, Ayu, why are you still there? Stand up and introduce yourselves to your new friend," Mbak Ainun commanded.
They slowly got up with unhappy faces, approached me, and extended their hands towards me. I accepted it, but it was clear they didn't like it from the start. They shook my hand roughly, and it made my palm hurt.
"Dek Kayla, where are your snacks?" they said with a tone that annoyed me.
(Be patient, Kayla. Be patient) Like Lek Ali whispered in my ear.
"Abah didn't give me snacks, but he gave me knowledge and manners. That's better than all the snacks you have outside," I said, smiling at them.
"Do you think we have no manners?"
"Give us a lesson, sis!"
They were angry at me, and I just stood there looking at them. Siska's hand almost went to my cheek, but Amelia blocked it.
"Don't be like this, Siska. If Mbak Ainun finds out, you'll be disciplined," explained Amelia.
"Teach her manners!" Siska, as the room leader here, scolded.
Amelia then led me out of the dorm room. To the first floor.