what's wrong with us?

My brother, now a luxury car and seamlessly that we have scratched, scratches like rending our hearts. When we lose the phone in the middle of the road, half of the body is like a lost item with our pride is. When people take our money by force, as if deprived of all hope.

But my brother, not the least anxiety to myself when we perform acts that violate the commandment of God, we still feel cool even though too often neglected prayer, we still stand tall and proud even though not the least infak and shodaqoh excluded from our property, even though the children around us orphans cry of hunger. Brother, what's wrong with us?

My brother, dirty words and rap out immediately when a speeding car splashed our clean clothes. Reluctant and embarrassed we wear clothing that despite a drop of ink stains and we'll take off your clothes are torn, perforated, and replace them with new ones.

But my brother, we never bother with the pile of bodies littering the sin that is, we never feel ashamed to walk even though we face stained with evil, we did not ever know that the black dots hearts continue to attack it until it's time our hearts are so dense, and we also never tried to renew it. Brother, what's wrong with us?

Brother, we do not feel respected as a reprimand and greeting us not being heard, the heart is so hurt if others heed our call, we are sometimes disappointed when others do not recognize us even though we are an official, pengusahan, head of government, even a prominent public figures, we are very worried that people hate us, and it's hard when people leave us.

But also my brother, we often ignore the advice of people, so often we do not care about the call to prayer, no heart vibrates while chanting the verses of Allah sound ears. With all the negligence and mistake, we never fear if Allah Almighty Master of everything we hate him and turned away, we did not ever want to know, we recognize the Prophet King or not at Padang Masyhar later. We also, do not care to see themselves is far from a collection of those pious and faithful.

Brother, ask in each of our hearts, what's wrong with us?