“I am Diandra. Would you be willing to let me accept your tears?”

The wind caressed Diandra’s beautiful face, and there was no reaction or response from the man sleeping on the bed. There was no sign of life and not a single movement from Adam.

“O Adam. I am Diandra; I am blind and paralyzed. I have always grieved over my fate, but my parents forced me to come here. If you are willing, then I will accept your tears, and that will not disappoint my parents.”

Diandra refused to give up.

Adam made a slight movement; his lips began to move slowly, “Take them if it will make your parents happy.”

That voice was so soothing to Diandra; she smiled. Whether she was healed or not, she didn’t care. She just didn’t want to disappoint her parents, whom she loved most.

Halimah approached her son, but she didn’t take it with a spoon because of Diandra’s request. She knew from what she’d been told that Adam’s mother would come out holding a spoon with a little water in it. Diandra wanted Halimah to wipe Adam’s tears with her hands.

Halimah then wiped her hand across Adam’s cheek, where his tears kept flowing. Halimah’s fingers were wet; she approached Diandra.

“May I be the one to wipe them?” Sarah pleaded with Halimah; she always wanted to give Diandra the best.

“Go ahead.”

Sarah then received the moisture from Halimah’s fingers. As Halimah had said, the water was applied to the sore spot. It was as usual; there were no conditions, since all that was known was to apply it to the affected area.

Sarah agreed and applied her wet hand to both of Diandra’s eyes while reciting Bismillah.

Halimah took and rubbed Adam’s tears again, then gave them to Sarah. Sarah then applied them a second time to both of Diandra’s legs and rubbed them in evenly. That was it; Diandra felt the water being rubbed on her. The tears felt cool and enveloped her body as if she were in a beautiful, lush green meadow filled with coolness.

Halimah also explained that, in truth, they hadn’t intended to offer alternative treatments, but the media had already reported on it. It all started with a single person who had a dream and was instructed to treat their leg paralysis using Adam’s tears. Then, the event actually happened. Therefore, while Halimah didn’t turn away anyone who came, regarding healing, they certainly couldn’t cure anything. It was all solely a gift from Allah.

Sarah and Diandra nodded in understanding.

However, Sarah still felt that nothing in life is free, and the issue of healing was secondary. People who ask for help and use the services of others must pay for it.

“Whether they are healed or not, we also understand that it is up to God. However, as human beings, we must respect one another. We will send money to Mrs. Halimah, and we ask that you not refuse it.”

“There’s no need, ma’am,” Halimah looked at Mrs. Sarah with a reassuring gaze, “We are not healers or a therapy center; people come here of their own free will, and we simply don’t want them to be disappointed. Let this be our duty; we only ask for your prayers that my son may be healed and rise from his helplessness.” Halimah’s sorrow could no longer be contained.

Sarah and her daughter, Diandra, remained silent and moved. It wasn’t just them facing a trial; everyone faces their own trials.

“Mrs. Halimah,” Diandra’s soft voice made Halimah look at the beautiful woman, “All my life, I’ve been confined to this body. I can’t see, and I can’t walk. The world feels so small, but I have a family who loves me and tells me everything about this world.

I’m sure... Adam will recover. I’ve always hoped that at least once in my life I could see, even for just a moment. That would be enough for me to feel the happiness of the whole world. But if Adam’s tears can heal my eyes, then I promise in the name of God, my mother, my father, and also Mrs. Halimah. I will marry Adam and help him recover!”

Everyone in the room was startled; even Sarah felt as though her daughter had just made an incredibly solemn vow.

“My daughter… be careful with that vow,” Sarah felt that her daughter had decided without thinking it through. If she were to truly recover, that vow would be like dedicating herself to a king and becoming his subject forever.

“Mom… listen to Diandra.” Diandra smiled toward her mother’s voice; though she couldn’t see, she knew exactly where the sound was coming from. “In my whole life, I’ve never seen a flower. If I could just see one, I’d be willing to leave this world. If Adam can really be the one to heal my eyes… wouldn’t that already be heaven for me, Mom?”

“But my daughter...” Sarah was still worried about Diandra’s vow.

“Enough, Mom. I can feel the pain Adam is suffering, even though I can’t see him. Diandra feels as though he’s bearing all the pain people suffer and carrying it alone. If it’s true that people are healed by his tears, it’s as if he’s shouldering the burden of everyone’s pain. She is a person of great heart and the strongest person in this world.”

After that, silence fell again. Sarah didn’t dare to speak after hearing Diandra’s explanation. Besides, the idea that Adam’s tears could heal Diandra’s blind eye and her paralyzed leg was completely absurd.

Sarah and Diandra then said their goodbyes to Adam, who still didn’t respond and just remained silent. Halimah escorted them to the living room, and they sat for a moment to make small talk and chat so they could feel more at ease.

It was already late afternoon; the group said their goodbyes and asked about the nearest lodging since it was getting late. Diandra’s father, Hamid, was also catching up with them after finishing some work at his offices. They headed toward the city, located about 10 km from the village where Adam lived. They left, hoping for a change—though the idea of that tear treatment still felt strange.

They left, leaving only Syarif and Halimah in the living room. Syarif then said goodbye to Mrs. Halimah to go home; he came every morning until the afternoon to accompany Adam and his mother, especially from Monday through Saturday. People would gather in large numbers from all corners of the village and the city.

Regarding the money Syarif managed, he always reported to Halimah, but Halimah seemed indifferent. “Just keep it,” Halimah said, and she also told Syarif to take the money without needing permission if he needed it. For Halimah, money meant nothing; only Adam’s healing was the core of all her life’s problems.

Syarif left, and Halimah got up to pray, but first she looked at Adam. Adam always performed tayamum with the movement of his hands while still lying on his side. He always prayed while lying down and performing tayamum; after that, he would become ill again and only occasionally moan the name “Naura.”

Every time she saw this, unable to bear it, Halimah’s tears would surely fall as she lamented the fate of her only son.