Nightlife in the village was as usual. The sounds of nocturnal animals and wildlife were still frequently heard, bringing a sense of serenity to the villagers. Those who had left for the city to migrate even missed the village's night atmosphere.

Beautiful and serene, accompanied by the beautiful, melodious sounds of nocturnal animals.

Night greeted them, and all the nocturnal animals began their activities searching for food. Morning came. The bright sun rose from the eastern horizon, and a commotion erupted in Mr. Karta's family. Mr. Karta walked as usual, unaware of waking up.

Initially, when he woke up, Mr. Karta tried to find the wooden support he usually used to help him walk. Mr. Karta found his wooden cane, and as he began walking, he felt something strange in his leg. Nothing hurt, as if there was no weight.

Karta then tried to remember what had happened. And then, he remembered Adam's tears. Right! Last night, Mr. Karta came to Adam's house and asked for the young man's tears. Could he really walk now? It was the most impossible thing in his life.

The strange dream and the incident about Adam. Really! Could he really walk?

Mr. Karya tried to place the two pieces of wood against the wall of his room. His legs trembled as he tried to walk without the support.

One step!

Trembling.

Two steps!

Trembling.

Mr. Karta trembled not because his legs were difficult to move, but because he was happy. He was truly healed; his legs could walk properly. And then, Mr. Karta walked normally out of his room. He walked perfectly, his legs completely healed.

He walked normally and met his wife and children in the still dark morning.

As if his paralysis were just a dream, Mr. Karta himself explained to his family that the dream he had was a destiny from God, a sign from God. Now, there was no pain, his legs were healed, and a miracle had happened.

Mr. Karta trembled as he walked normally, and his entire family, including Heri, covered his mouth with their hands.

"How could this miracle happen?" Heri was shocked. This simply didn't make sense to him. Yesterday's dream about his father and their visit to Mrs. Halimah and her sick son, Adam.

Heri was unconscious and scratching his head with both hands, "Adam is a saint! Adam is not crazy! He is someone sent by God to heal people!"

He didn't know what had happened to Heri. That was what he suddenly shouted. He couldn't say anything else.

Mr. Karta's wife was even more confused by her son's screams. What had happened to Adam, and what was the connection to her husband's recovery?

"What really happened, Heri! I don't understand, and how can your father walk so well? Thank God, but tell me what's wrong with Adam?"

Heri was at a loss for words and made his mother sit down first. He had to tell her the big news with difficulty, both in disbelief and happiness that his father was healthy as usual and walking as if the accident had never happened.

"It's like this, Ma'am..." Heri explained that yesterday morning, he had been suddenly asked to accompany his father to Adam's house. Heri continued to tell his story, and Mr. Karta remained in disbelief. His face was filled with joy, and he continued to pace back and forth, looking at his feet. He looked like a baby who had just learned to walk.

Heri continued his story enthusiastically. He explained that his father had dreamed three times of an old man who told him to come to Adam and ask for his tears to be cured of his paralysis. So, they went there and asked Mrs. Halimah for permission.

Mrs. Halimah took Adam's tears, and Father immediately applied them, and this morning, Mr. Karta was completely healed.

Mr. Karta's wife was shocked. This was a blessing; Adam was a man sent by God. They would express their deepest gratitude to Adam's family. May the health bestowed upon Mr. Karta be a blessing and continue to be.

Since the incident that morning, the community was shocked to see Mr. Karta walking on both legs without a cane. His paralysis had been completely cured, and they received even more surprising news: Adam's tears, which had been rubbed on his paralyzed legs, had healed them

The community was in an uproar. Paralyzed for three years after a fall, Karta had completely recovered. It was all because of Adam. The miracle of Adam's tears. Adam, who was sick because of love, was called crazy because of love, but now everyone thought differently. Could it be that behind Adam's misfortune, God had sent goodness his way?

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Mr. Karta's family immediately arrived and prepared everything. They went to Mrs. Halimah and Adam's house to express their gratitude. The miracle was real, and Mr. Karta had completely recovered.

That afternoon, during the Dhuha prayer, the sun rose slightly. Mrs. Halimah was surprised to see the Karta family arrive at her house, and Karta could walk normally without a cane. Masyaallah! Halimah's lips kept reciting dhikr.

Mr. Karta was perhaps the happiest person in the world. He brought many gifts on his motorcycle, filled with groceries like rice, sugar, oil, toiletries, and even clothes in Mrs. Halimah's and Adam's sizes. He even brought an envelope he had prepared.

His recovery was priceless. Mr. Karta could now walk well, work again, and sleep pain-free. Adam was like an angel to him; people didn't care if he was crazy; he was his savior.

Mrs. Halimah initially refused, but Mr. Karta insisted and asked permission to meet Adam. Halimah allowed him to. Syarif always came and accompanied Mr. Karta into Adam's small room.

As soon as he entered the small room, he saw the thin, boneless figure lying on the right. Mr. Karta's heart was immediately touched; his heart filled with sorrow. He was overjoyed, but on the other hand, his sadness at seeing Adam's condition was also concerning. In fact, the man's body was like only bones, and his skin was so soft and thin.

The young man's life was miserable. What kind of love could make a young man like Adam, once known for his religious understanding and diligent recitation of the Quran, now lie like a corpse, only his breathing rising and falling, a sign of life.

Mr. Karta trembled and leaned closer to Adam.

"Thank you, Adam. You are an angel sent down to me by God. For the rest of my life, I will always remember your kindness, Adam. And... I pray for you," Mr. Karta stroked Adam's hair. There was silence.

"Naura..." Adam's soft sigh was audible to Mr. Karta. How great his love for Naura was. Adam had suffered a tragic fate with his love, but through it, Mr. Karta found a way to heal his leg. Mr. Karta nodded and said goodbye to Adam.

Mr. Karta couldn't bear to continue watching Adam's suffering and only prayed for the young man's recovery.

Syarif accompanied Mr. Karta out the door and escorted him out of the house, saying goodbye, not forgetting to give the envelope to Mrs. Halimah. Halimah refused, but was overcome by Karta's insistence. When Mr. Karta returned home, Halimah felt like her life was in a rut. Adam had been sick for months, yet he could heal the sick. Allah is indeed omnipotent.

News of Mr. Karta's recovery spread quickly. Some people were initially embarrassed to come to Adam and Mrs. Halimah's house. However, because their own pain was more excruciating, they finally gathered the courage to come to Mrs. Halimah's. Those who had initially mocked Adam were now ashamed.

Some came with their persistent itching, asking Mrs. Halimah for Adam's tears. Mrs. Halimah asked Adam's permission, and he simply nodded. One drop, and the next day, his itching was completely gone.

Now, more and more people were coming to Mrs. Halimah's house. Syarif directed them to keep them quiet. Perhaps this was God's answer to the pain his friend had suffered for so long because of love.

Guests lined up in front of the house and entered the living room. Syarif managed the guests; some had breast cancer, diabetes, kidney disease, burns, back pain, earaches, or eye problems. Some came with paralysis or strokes. Miraculously, even a drop on a spoon given by Mrs. Halimah healed them the next day.

Gifts piled up at Mrs. Halimah's house, and Syarif helped handle those who came to give them envelopes or gifts. Syarif quickly assisted several people who felt Adam had healed them. They opened a bank account for Mrs. Halimah, and all the money was deposited into her savings account.

Syarif occasionally entered Adam's room, but only he and Halimah were there. "My friend... your wounds may be what heals the sick, and you seem to be carrying their pain. Who are you, Adam? I, who was always with you at the Islamic boarding school, and we were always together, it's as if I don't know you. Wake up from your pain." Syarif's tears flowed again. He approached Adam and patted his friend's shoulder. "Get well soon, Adam. Don't care who comes to treat their illness. Your illness deserves treatment more than anything else."

"Naura is only for Adam. Syarif, listen to that. The song of destiny will sing for Naura." Adam's soft voice made Syarif unable to hold back his tears, and he wiped them away.

More and more people visited; even wealthy people drove cars, and officials with chronic illnesses found out and came to Adam's cramped home. They stayed until someone pitched a tent in front of Mrs. Halimah's house. Everyone came to heal the illnesses they had suffered for years, some even paralyzed since childhood.

News spread quickly, and newspapers and television broadcast it. Many in remote parts of the city and provinces across Indonesia heard the news, the viral news of Adam's tears, a man wounded by love.

Those who heard and saw the news simply shared their stories. Perhaps it's just an exaggerated myth; that's how the media seeks virality and sells issues to make money. And consumers are the victims of the news they spread.

The story of Adam the healer, his tears, more precious than anything else, even went viral. The media came to Mrs. Halimah's place, but they weren't allowed to cover Adam. Mrs. Halimah refused. If they simply asked her and Syarif, they would tell them.

Adam was no one; he was Syarif's son and friend. People who came believed Adam could cure their illnesses. However, Adam was just an ordinary person; he was the one who was actually sick.

Don't expose Adam; that was Mrs. Halimah's message, not to exaggerate. From the beginning, they never claimed they could heal the sick; sick people came to them, and they couldn't refuse. If they were healed, it was from God, and if they weren't, it was none of their business. Halimah never asked for payment, but the healed people flocked to her, giving gifts and money, and Syarif took care of everything. Mrs. Halimah knew nothing about the money and gifts; all she cared about was the recovery of her own son, Adam Zulkarnein, who cried every day over his own fate.

A mother's sorrow cannot be repaid with any amount of money. Even if the world's jewels were gathered and rolled up to give to a mother for her child's happiness, they would never be bought. A child's happiness, to a mother, is like breathing itself.

The news spread, and who exactly was Adam? That became a hot topic throughout Indonesia. Phoenix Tears, in fact, was the term widely discussed on the internet and in the news.

Phoenix, a bird whose tears, in myth, can bring the dead back to life and cure all diseases.