
The Power of Doa
By Mutia Isnaini

10 Oct, 2024

Amina was a curious teenager who lived in the serene village. She had a deep interest in the ancient art of Doa, a form of prayer believed to possess immense power.

Her grandfather, Abdul, was a respected elder in the village. He was the keeper of the secret knowledge of Doa and was Amina's guide in her quest.

"The power of Doa is not just about asking, it's about believing," Abdul explained to Amina, his words echoing in the quiet room.

Amina listened attentively, absorbing every word. She was determined to understand the power of Doa and use it to bring prosperity to her village.

Amina's friend, Rahim, was skeptical about the power of Doa. He challenged her to prove its effectiveness, and she accepted, confident in her newfound knowledge.

Amina decided to pray for rain, as the village's crops were suffering due to the prolonged dry spell. Rahim watched as she began to recite the Doa prayer.

As Amina's voice echoed through the square, the villagers looked up at the clear sky, doubtful yet hopeful. Rahim watched, his skepticism slowly waning.

Amina finished her prayer and opened her eyes. There was a moment of silence, and then, to everyone's disbelief, raindrops started falling from the clear sky.

Rahim was stunned, his eyes wide with amazement. The villagers cheered, their faith in the power of Doa renewed. Amina smiled, her belief validated.

Abdul watched from a distance, a proud smile on his face. He knew then that Amina was ready to carry on the legacy of Doa.

"This is the Scroll of Doa," Abdul said, passing the sacred text to Amina. "Guard it well, my child. The power of Doa now rests with you."

Amina held the scroll close, understanding the weight of her responsibility. She was ready to uphold the legacy and use the power of Doa for good.

Amina began teaching the children in the village about Doa. Rahim, once a skeptic, was now her most eager student, fascinated by the power of Doa.

Abdul watched from a distance, satisfied. The knowledge of Doa was being passed on to the new generation, ensuring its survival and the prosperity of the village.

Years passed, and the village flourished under Amina's guidance. The power of Doa was used wisely, bringing prosperity and harmony to the community.

Amina, now a respected elder, continued to teach the art of Doa to the village children, ensuring the legacy lived on for generations to come.

A statue of Abdul was unveiled in the village square, an ode to the man who preserved and passed down the knowledge of Doa. Amina stood by, her eyes welling up with pride.

Amina addressed the gathering, her voice echoing through the square, "The power of Doa is not just in asking, it's in believing. And today, we stand as a testament to that belief."

Amina sat by the river, her eyes reflecting the starlit sky. She recited a Doa, not for any request, but as a silent thanks for the prosperity of her village.

As she finished, a shooting star streaked across the sky, as if acknowledging her prayer. She smiled, knowing that the power of Doa was with her, always.

The morning sun painted the village golden. Amina woke up to another day, ready to guide her people with wisdom and the power of Doa.

With every sunrise, Amina's faith in Doa only grew stronger. She was a living testament to the power of belief, the legacy of Doa alive and thriving in her heart.