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Judul Buku
Rajab, Keutamaan & Hukumnya
Penulis
Ahmad Zarkasih, Lc
Editor
Fatih
Setting & Lay out
Fayyad & Fawwaz
Desain Cover
Syihabuddin
Penerbit
Rumah Fiqih Publishing
Jalan Karet Pedurenan no. 53 Kuningan
Setiabudi Jakarta Selatan 12940
Cetakan Pertama
24 Januari 2020
Daftar Isi
Pengantar
Selamat membaca
Ahmad Zarkasih
فهو،ُوعظَّ ْمتُو ِ ِ
َ ُ أي ىْب تُو،[رجب] َرجْب تُوُ ابلكسر
ألهنم كانوا يع ِظّمونو يف،ب ج ر ي ُِ ومنو.مرجوب
س
ٌ ََ َ ّ ٌ َْ
تال ِ يستحلّو َن فيو
َ الق ِ اجلاىلية وال
Rajab artinya mulia; aku merajabkan sesuatu
yakni memuliakannya dan mengagungkannya,
dan sesuatu itu mulia. Dan karena itulah rajab
dinamakan rajab; karena memang orang-orang
terdahulu di zaman jahiliyah memuliakan bulan
tersebut dan tidak menghalalkan peperangan.
ث
ٌ َ ثَال: السنَةُ اثْنَا َع َشَر َش ْهًرا ِمْن َها أ َْربَ َعةٌ ُحُرٌم َّ
ب ْ ذُو الْ َق ْع َد ِة َوذُو، ات
اْلِ َّج ِة َوالْ ُم َحَّرُم ِ
ُ َوَر َج. ٌ َُمتَ َوالي
ِ
َ ْ َضَر الَّذي ب
ْي ُُجَ َادى َو َش ْعبَا َن َ ُم
Dari Abu Bakrah r.a., Nabi s.a.w. bersabda:
“setahun itu ada 12 bulan, dan di antaranya ada 4
bulan mulia, 3 berurutan; Dzul Qa’dah, Dzul Hijjah,
Muharram, dan Rajab Mudhar yang ia itu berada
antara jumada dan sya’ban”. (Muttafaq ‘alaiyh)
Beliau menambahkan:
ُ وكانت وقعة،رسول هللا ملسو هيلع هللا ىلص املدينةَ وىجرتو إليها
ُحنْي والطائف يف شوال من سنة مثان من مقدمو
،املدينة وىجرتو إليها
“dan ayat ini ‘yasalunaka ‘an…’ turun pada
perkara Abdullah bin Jahsy dan kawan-kawannya
serta perihal orang yang mereka bunuh (dari
kaum musyrik), Allah s.w.t. menurunkan ayat ini
pada akhir bulan Juamada al-Akhira di tahun ke-2
setelah hijrah Nabi s.a.w., sedangkan kejadian
perang di Hunain dan Thaif itu terjadi di bulan
syawwal pada tahun ke-8 setelah hijrah Nabi
s.a.w. ke madinah”. (Tafsir al-Thabari 4/314)
وز الْ ِقتَا ُل ِيف ُ ُ َوَال ََي،ٌ ْاآليَةُ ُُْم َك َمة:ولُ َوَكا َن َعطَاءٌ يَ ُق
َن ْاآل َاي ِت الَِِّت َّ ِأل،ك ِ ِ ِ ْ ْاألَشه ِر
َ ف َعلَى َذل ُ َوََْيل،اْلُُرم ُْ
اص َوالْ َع ُّام َال
ٌّ وىذا َخ،وردت بعدىا عامة يف األزمنة
:الَ َالزبَ ِْري َع ْن َجابِ ٍر ق
ُّ َوَرَوى أَبُو.اق ٍ اص ِابتَِّف
َّ َاْل
ْ يَْن َس ُخ
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اْلََر َام
ْ َّهَر َِّ ايأَيُّها الَّ ِذين آمنوا َال ُُِتلُّوا شعائِر
ْ اَّلل َوَال الش َ ََ َُ َ َ َ
“Hai orang-orang yang beriman, janganlah kamu
melanggar syi’ar-syi’ar Allah, dan jangan
melanggar kehormatan bulan-bulan haram” (al-
maidah 2)
CHAPTER IV.
A NIGHT OF PERIL.
The darkness was intense, but the Yankee moved on like a man who
knew the ground well, toward the spot where the canoes were
hauled up on the shore. They selected a light one, and the young
soldier found a paddle and would have taken his place as paddler,
but the other took it from his hand, and stationed himself in that
place himself.
The canoe shot out into the darkness at once, and was headed
down the river, gliding in between the green banks, the paddle
dipping in the bright water without a sound! Nothing but long practice
could have enabled any man to use a paddle so dexterously. On
they floated down the tranquil stream in the darkness, while nothing
but the cry of the loon and other night-birds disturbed the solemn
stillness of the scene. Once Captain Will began to speak, but the
guide laid his hand upon his knee with a low "Hist!" Floyd took the
hint and was silent. He began to understand that the danger must be
great, or the sagacious Yankee would not work so cautiously. He
also began to feel a sort of respect for the knowledge of woodcraft
which he saw that the strange man possessed, a great trait in a
borderman.
After paddling on for nearly an hour, without making the slightest
noise, the head of the canoe was turned toward the shore at a place
where the overhanging bushes almost touched the water. Parting
these bushes with great caution, Seth pushed the canoe past them,
and showed an open space between the bushes and the bank deep
enough for the canoe to lie in, without being seen from the bank
above.
"Yew stay right here, cap.," whispered the Yankee. "I'm going on a
scout."
"Had not you better let me go with you?" queried the young man.
"Yew! Kin yew walk like yew was steppin' on feathers, and hold yure
breath an hour? Dew yew know every inch of ground atween this
and Harrison's camp? and kin yew set down 'thout breaking a stick?
Ther's a deal tew learn 'fore yew make a good scout."
"I know it. Perhaps I had better stay here then."
"Waal, prehaps yew had," said the Yankee. "Gimme that hatchet. All
right; now lay low and keep dark. If yew hear the painter call three
times, that's me."
So silently did he move away, that Will hardly knew when he went.
Lying down in the canoe, which was kept in its place by the bushes
which hung low on all sides, the young man waited anxiously for the
coming of his friend. An hour passed, and there came no sound to
indicate the whereabouts of his strange guide. He was about to give
him up, and had almost concluded to take the paddle and attempt to
escape in his own way, when he heard light footsteps on the bank
above. Thinking that it was Seth Spink, and that he was returning
with less caution than he showed in moving away, he was about to
rise and meet him, when he heard a deep voice on the bank above,
which was not that of the Yankee.
"Willimack?" it said.
"I am here, great chief," replied a voice which he well knew. "What
would the Prophet say to his brother chief?"
"You have done wrong, Wyandot," said the other. "You have opened
the eyes of the white men, and if the young war-chief gets safe to
Vincennes, we can no longer throw dust in the eyes of Harrison. This
was not well."
"Willimack would have had the scalps of all, but for the tall warrior
who came on the log. He opened the eyes of Floyd, and he saw
blood in the eyes of the Wyandot."
"Who is the tall warrior?"
"My brother has seen him many times at Vincennes. His hair is
yellow as the rays of the setting sun, and his form tall as a pine. He
is very strong and bold. Who is there in the Wyandot nation, unless it
be Tecumseh, who can overthrow Willimack, the Wyandot?"
"The Long Man is very strong," said the other. "He is cunning as the
red fox. But, he is on the river, and my brothers above and below will
give a good account of him if he try to escape."
Floyd raised himself slowly and peered up at the two, but could not
make out who the speaker was. Willimack had spoken of him as the
Prophet, but it might be either Tecumseh, or his brother, Elskwatawa,
the man who was properly known by the appellation of "the Prophet,"
and to whom is imputed the odium of drawing the great Tecumseh
into war with the whites. At this moment the moon rose slowly over
the tree-tops, and shed a light upon the tranquil scene, and he could
see their faces. It was Elskwatawa, the Prophet, and a more cruel or
ambitious man never lived upon the earth. Cunning was the great
trait upon which he prided himself; and while to all appearance
friendly with the whites, he was gathering the Indians for that great
movement which was to sweep the enemy from the face of the earth.
Will Floyd was a bold man, but even he felt a thrill at the imminence
of the danger by which he was threatened. The Prophet leaned
against a tree, not ten feet away, and Willimack, with his hands
clasped upon the muzzle of his rifle, stood close to him.
"The moon shines bright," said the Prophet. "They can not pass
unless we see them. Ha! what is this?"
He pointed with his hand to a canoe with a single occupant which
was crossing the river in front, and heading directly toward the spot
where the two chiefs stood. They disappeared as if suddenly blotted
out of existence, crawling like serpents in the dense underbrush, and
Will turned to watch the new-comer. The moon was now bright, and
he could see him plainly.
It was a chief, in the war-dress of a Pottawatomie, bedizened in all
the bravery these men love to affect in a time of war. He was tall and
strongly made, with a rather handsome face, and dark, brilliant eyes.
A rifle lay in the bow of his canoe, and in the belt about his waist he
carried a hatchet and knife. His keen eyes swept along the bank for
a moment, and then he pushed his canoe up to the beach not ten
feet from the place where Will Floyd lay hidden, and drew it up out of
sight. Then, taking his rifle, he mounted the bank. In doing so, he laid
his rifle down, and when he stooped to take it up, the two men on the
watch rose suddenly and threw themselves upon him. So sudden
was the onset that the warrior was taken completely by surprise, and
was bound before he could speak or move, though he now made
desperate efforts to break his bonds.
"Ha! Dead Chief," cried Elskwatawa. "Dead dog, we have you now!
Prepare to sing your death-song, for the Shawnees and Wyandots
will not wait long before they drink the blood of a fool."
The two seized him, dragged him to his feet and bound him to a tree
close at hand, cursing him in no measured tones.
The name they gave him satisfied the young man as to who the
prisoner was, and he knew that he was a friend to the American
cause, who had boldly offered to confront Tecumseh in his own
person, and prove that he meditated hostile designs against the
Americans. He had called both Tecumseh and his brother traitors,
and offered to tax them with it in the presence of the two brothers
and their followers. This declaration was made in the presence of
Tecumseh's friends, and the chief was quickly made aware of the
fact.
Neither had seen the Dead Chief until this time. He looked at them
boldly, with a half-smile upon his face, and Will Floyd fingered his
weapons and longed to spring out to his aid. But, the danger in
which he had left his family, and his fears for the safety of Madge,
had made him wary. Elskwatawa drew a knife and ran his fingers
along the polished edge in a significant way.
"Dead Chief," he said, "you are a Pottawatomie, and the men of that
tribe are brave. But every tribe brings forth dogs, and such a dog are
you. You care nothing for the glory of the race, and will not join the
great Tecumseh in making the people free."
"Tecumseh is a fool," replied the Dead Chief. "He does not know that
the sun warms him and the moon gives him light. Why should we
change masters? The white men will always rule the Indians,
because they are wiser than we. Why do you stop the Dead Chief on
his way?"
"The Dead Chief will be dead in half an hour," replied the Prophet.
"He knows too much of Tecumseh and his plans."
"Let me free, and I will go into the camp of Tecumseh and beard him.
Did he dare to give you orders to take the life of the Dead Chief?"
"You shall see. Stay here, Willimack, while I call some warriors to
see the death of a dog who cares not for his race."
"Wait," said Willimack. "If the Dead Chief is to die, we must build no
fire, for that would show the young war-chief and the yellow-haired
scout that the Shawnees and Wyandots are on the trail."
"Good. The Dead Chief shall not die yet, for I have sworn he shall
perish by fire, and so he shall die. Elskwatawa has spoken. Let us
leave the Dead Chief here and look for the young war-chief and the
Yellow Hair, and we'll burn them all at one fire."
The two Indians glided away, and as they went, the Dead Chief
began to struggle furiously with his bonds, but they were too strongly
tied to break easily. In spite of his efforts he remained bound to the
tree, still making impotent efforts. His face did not express fear so
much as anger and humiliation at having been outwitted by the men
he affected to despise. The moment the two captors were gone,
Floyd slipped out of his concealment and approached the
Pottawatomie.
"Ugh," said the Dead Chief. "My brother sees a friend tied up like a
dog. Let him loose the bonds upon his hands and feet."
The young man obeyed, and the warrior rubbed his excoriated limbs
to restore the circulation, muttering to himself. Then he searched
about in the moonlight, and carefully covered the trail which the
young soldier had made in coming from the canoe.
"Let the war-chief do as the Dead Chief shows him, and leave no
trail," he said. Grasping the limb of the tree overhead, after strapping
his rifle to his back, he swung himself back and forth until he had
gained sufficient momentum, when he released his grasp and
dropped over the bank into the water in a place where it was not
more than two feet deep. Floyd followed his example, and then the
Indian waded to the place where he had left his canoe and drew it
from the bank into the stream, and pushed off a few yards until he
could look up and down the stream for some distance. Satisfying
himself that none of the Indians were in sight, he pushed in again.
"Come," he said. "Floyd would go to Vincennes, and the Dead Chief
will show the way."
"I can not leave this spot," replied Will. "Go on and save yourself,
Dead Chief. I must wait."
"What you wait for?" demanded the chief.
"My friend," replied Floyd.
"Speak his name in the ear of Dead Chief," said the Pottawatomie.
"He is known as the Long Man and the 'Yellow Hair.'"
"Ugh," said Dead Chief. "He is a good man and loves the Indians
who are true to the American father at Vincennes. Listen: Dead Chief
has a warm heart toward the Long Man, and will stay. Is he in the
woods?"
"Yes."
"Good. One canoe is enough for us. Mine is best. Where is yours?"
Floyd drew it out from the cover, and the savage at once knocked a
hole in the bottom and sent it out into the stream. It filled quickly and
floated out of sight just as a hurried step was heard, and Yankee
Seth came through the bushes, and looked down into the place
where he had left the canoe.
"Will," he said, in a half-whisper.
"All right," said Will. "Here we are!"
The canoe closed in and Seth took his place hurriedly, casting a
quick glance at the Indian to see who he was. He gave a low whistle
of surprise.
"Ha!" he said. "That yew, Dead Chief? Thought yew'd gone under,
sartin."
"The Dead Chief of the Pottawatomies does not die so easily."
"Push off, boys. Git intew the stream as soon as yew can. Thar's the
all-firedest pickle in this yer woods yew ever hern tell off. I knowed I
was right. I knowed the Prophet meant mischief all the time, and
mebbe old man Harrison will believe it now. How did you come here,
chief?"
The Indian explained how he had been overpowered by Elskwatawa
and Willimack, and rescued by Floyd.
"Good enuff! We wanted a man with us that knows something of Injin
tricks. Yew must understand, cap., that this chief hez stood up like a
hero for our side, and Tecumseh hez given orders to kill him on sight.
I thought it was done 'fore now."
The Indian shook his head proudly.
"Tecumseh has long arms, and I am dead if I fall into the hands of
his men. What of that? Can he make a chief a dog? No. I will die as I
have lived, a warrior true to our American father and his men."
The canoe was by this time in the midst of the current, floating slowly
down, for they were not using the paddles.
"Push her up-stream, boys," said the Yankee. "Most of the devils is
down below. They've got six canoes, and I guess thar ain't less than
a hundred men in all. Cuss that Prophet! I wish I hed his skulp."
"It would gratify me immensely if you had," replied the young soldier.
"And that scoundrel Willimack! There is no end to the benefits he
has received from time to time from my father and myself; and yet,
he would have killed us all to-night, if you had not foiled him."
"I will wear the scalp of Willimack in my girdle some day," said Dead
Chief. "He is a dog. He cares nothing for either white man or Indian,
if he can get blankets, powder and rifles. He has taken belts from
both sides and hates them all. He talks with a forked tongue, like a
snake. One tongue is for our white father at Vincennes, and the
other for the red-coats. Tecumseh is a slave of Elliot, the red-coat
agent."
Zip! Zip!
Two bullets cut through the air close to the canoe, one passing
between the Indian and Floyd, and the other clipping a piece out of
the stern, close to the immovable figure of Seth, who nodded
smilingly.
"That means business," he said. "I knowed they'd hev somebody up
here tew watch. They knowed we must go down-stream to git to
Vincennes. Throw yourself, Dead Chief! Up-stream fer yure life."
The canoe seemed to leap into the air under the vigorous strokes of
the Indian, and they quickly passed the point from which the shots
had come.
Just beyond, a great forest swept down the water's edge on both
sides, and the banks lay in shadow for a hundred feet on either side.
Seth uttered some low order in the Indian language to Dead Chief,
and he at once turned the bow of the canoe toward the shore, and
they shot up under the dark bank in exactly such a place as the one
in which the canoe had been concealed when the Yankee went out
upon his scout. The forest seemed to be alive on every side of them,
the furious shrieks of the Indians echoing and re-echoing among the
huge old trees. Seth snatched a hatchet and knife and bounded up
the bank, closely followed by the others. The cries told them that
their enemies were about them on every hand, eager for their blood.
"Tree!" said Seth. "We can't afford tew show in an open canoe in the
moonlight. Mout git hit, yew know! This way!"
He plunged into the woods, heading from the river, and ran for nearly
a hundred yards before he stopped. Then selecting a tree of the right
size, he mounted hastily. His example was followed by the others,
and not a moment too soon, for the gathering cries told that the
Indians were being guided to the spot where the canoe had been
seen by those who had fired into it. The Yankee climbed to the
crotch of the tree, selected a convenient place and sat down coolly,
resting his feet upon the branch beneath. He felt tolerably safe, for,
in the dark woods, trailing them was an impossibility. As the shouts
came nearer he only grinned widely and threw back his head for a
yawn, when, to his utter consternation, he saw a pair of gleaming
eyes looking into his, not three feet away!
CHAPTER V.
IN A TREE-TOP.
The Yankee looked hard at the gleaming orbs close to his own, and
could just make out a dark body stretched along the limbs. He was
far from liking the appearance of the affair. It might be an Indian, or it
was just as likely to be a panther. If the latter, a struggle with him
would bring the Indians upon him, whose footsteps already sounded
along the bank. He loosened his knife in its sheath, though he well
knew how powerless he would be in a tree-top, fighting against an
animal which could light like a feather upon a bending bough and
leap to another with all the quickness of a cat.
"Jehosaphat!" he muttered. "What'n thunder will I do now? I guess
I'm gobbled 'up this time, shure. I wish I had a pike, I dew. Thunder
and lightning, this ain't pooty."
The dark object upon the limb did not move, and there was no time
to be lost. Seth determined to know what it was at all hazards.
Thrusting his hand into his pouch, he drew out a box of punk, struck
a spark and ignited the whole piece. As the light flashed up he
caught a glimpse of an Indian, extended at full length along the limb.
Dropping the fire he hurled himself downward, falling upon the
prostrate figure and clasped his long arms about its throat tightly,
with his bony knuckles pressed hard against the windpipe. So
quickly was it done that the Indian had only time to utter a smothered
cry before his breath was stopped completely. The limb bent and
swayed under the weight of the heavy bodies, and they began to
slide downward. A fall of twenty feet was not what Seth wished for,
but, locked in the embrace of the savage, he could not help himself
unless he let go his hold upon the throat, and then the cries of the
Indian would bring his friends to the rescue. They slid down, turned
completely over once, and fell with a dull sound upon the moss-
covered knoll at the foot of the tree, the Yankee uppermost. A fall
from that distance would have been likely to shock the savage some,
but add to that the avoirdupois of a man weighing as much as this
Yankee, and the damage is likely to be greater. All the remaining
breath of the Indian went out like the flame of an expiring lamp, and
he lay senseless under the body of Spink, who was somewhat
confused by the fall.
"Dead, I guess," he muttered. "Teach him to tree in my place, the
darned heathen. Ugh!"
Picking up the senseless body he threw it over a log out of sight, and
then, instead of returning to the tree, he crept cautiously back toward
the river. The Indians were scattered along the banks, and, just as
he peeped out, a loud whoop announced the discovery of the canoe.
"That'll bring 'em together," said he to himself. "I guess we'd better
put out for camp."
He turned to go back, when, to his utter surprise, from every
direction the savages bounded out upon him and clung to him like
cats. At this moment the wonderful strength of the athlete showed
itself. Stretching out his long arms, he dragged the Indians who
clung to him on either side from their hold, and dashed them to the
earth, and then, placing his back to a tree, he drew a knife and
hatchet, and braining a Wyandot who rushed upon him incautiously,
sent his knife through the shoulder of another, while he planted his
right foot with desperate force in the stomach of a third, doubling him
up and sending him rolling to the earth with the life nearly kicked out
of his body. At the same time he gave utterance to a terrific yell,
which rung through the arches of the deep woods, rivaling the shouts
of his assailants. With savage screams the Indians rushed at him
from three sides, but those long arms and feet made deadly work
among them, and though a dozen rushed at him together his
desperate valor kept them all at bay.
There was a hearty shout and war-cry from the rear, and, the Dead
Chief and Will Floyd rushed in, scattering the savages right and left.
They reached the side of the Yankee, who was fighting with
desperate zeal.
"Break for the canoe," he whispered, as he struck down an Indian.
"It's your only chance."