Tasbih Love In Qatar
Nameera the Qatari Girl

The reverberating Adhan echoed throughout the city of Doha, awakening every person who was still at home in his dreamland, not least Zulaikha.

However, it seems that the girl is still reluctant to leave the mattress that is so soft according to her, very much different from the mattress that is in the house of her uncle and aunt, feels so hard and thin. The fairly cold temperature of about 10 degrees Celsius increasingly makes Zulaikha reluctant to get out of the blanket roll.

A smile returned to his lips as he recalled the night of the Argentine victory that made his voice almost exhausted due to cheering excitedly. That night, Zulaikha managed to forget his momentary sadness.

"Yeee Mas Messyku won," he said in a hoarse voice and slowly closed eyes. Right after saying that, Zulaikha again drowned in the mouth of his dream.

Prayer? Zulaikha only did it occasionally since her parents died, that was only when Aunt Anisa told her to. His decline at that time really made him even more distant from God.

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Zulaikha slowly opened his eyes as sunlight began to barge into the room through the gaps of the curtains in the inn where he was staying.

Trings

A message notification reads making the girl immediately reach for her phone stored on the nightstand.

Romi

Hey, Zul, where are you? I've just arrived at your wedding hotel, but why is it that marrying your Surya isn't you? What the hell's going on?

Zulaikha patted his eel, he completely missed his co-worker. Though all this time, all the marriage preparations Romi who helped him.

"So she didn't want to lose, the hotel was her wedding venue with me, not her with her affair. Ih the basis of the breng***," he shouted while kicking the wind on it in a position still lying on the mattress.

After being content to curse her ex-husband, Zulaikha decided to eat breakfast and then look for fresh air in the city of Doha, the city that became the Capital of Qatar.

Corniche Road, one of the places located on the edge of the city of Doha. Along this road, can be seen clearly the view of the city of Doha is so beautiful, as well as the bay and some magnificent buildings surrounding it.

In this place there is also a large expanse of green grass, very suitable to be used as a picnic place with family. I don't know how many words of praise Zulaikha had thrown since he arrived at Corniche Road, how not, the order of the city, the order of the city, and the architecture of each building is unique and so magnificent as a part that adds to the beauty of the city.

"It's a pity that I enjoy this place in solitude" said Zulaikha lethargic, while capturing every beauty of it through a camera on his simple phone, dear if missed, he said, when else would he be able to vacation abroad after this, he thought.

Satisfied to enjoy the atmosphere along Corniche Road, now Zulaikha's attention is focused on a unique building on the edge of the bay not far from where it is currently located, namely the MIA or Museum of Islamic Art.

A pond with a fountain plus a row of date palms lined up neatly along the road to MIA so add to the beauty of the location. While walking, Zulaikha unceasingly photographed the place.

He accidentally captured a picture of an 18-year-old girl. Wearing black Muslim clothes with a white accent on the end of his clothes, combined with a black veil that covers his head to the chest. It only showed her beautiful face typical of the Middle East and her palm was so pure white.

Feeling the gaze of Zulaikha, the girl came to Zulaikha.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, '" he said with a friendly smile.

"Wa'alaikum greetings," Zulaikha replied with a smile that was no less friendly.

"Atasmahiina lii bi an ata'aaraf ma'aki? (Can I meet you?)" ask the girl in Arabic.

Zulaikha frowned hearing the foreign words in his ears. "Can you speak English?"

The girl immediately nodded with a smile, "Yes, I Can. Can I meet you?" ask the girl back in English.

"Of course, my name is Zulaikha" he said as he extended his hand.

"A pretty name, my name is Nameera, nice to meet you." The girl greeted Zulaikha's hand with a friendly smile.

"Yes, I'm on vacation watching the world cup" replied Zulaikha.

"really? I also watched football last night with my brother.

"Well, last night, didn't Argentina play Australia, which one did you support?" zulaikha asked so enthusiastically as if she had known Nameera for a long time.

"I don't idolize one of them, I just join in enlivening," Nameera replied as she chuckled at the end of the sentence.

"I think you like it too, I like watching football, unfortunately, the more advanced the next round the ticket price is more expensive, I can only watch the top 16 alone."

Nameera nodded with a smile. "Can come to watch it live is very grateful, many want to watch it too but not their sustenance," said Nameera, making Zulaikha nod his head.

"Let me guess, you're a Malay, right?" guess Nameera.

"Yes, I'm from Indonesia. How do you know?" ask Zulaikha.

"I have some Malay friends, like you, who are very distinctive and beautiful" she said, making a red tinge appear on Zulaikha's white cheeks.

"Thank you" he said. "Ohh yeah, I'm curious about the museum, do you want to be my tour guide?" Zulaikha pointed to MIA who was not far from his current position.

"It is with pleasure, Zulaikha," said Nameera. They also walked to MIA.

"This is the Museum of Islamic Art, this museum stores some Islamic relics and also some other works of art in the Islamic world. The museum has just undergone a major renovation and overhaul before it is finally ready to receive a flow of visitors at this World Cup." Nameera explained in great detail while stepping foot into the museum.

Again the eyes of Zulaikha are spoiled by the interior of the museum that is so luxurious and unique.

"MIA has 18 galleries, because we are on the first floor, then I will take you to the first gallery" he said as he pulled Zulaikha's hand into a room containing several masterpieces.

"These are all precious objects because of their historical and cultural significance dedicated to the beginning of Islam."

Nameera now stepped closer to a vase. The design of the artifact looks so unique with dark blue and gold colors that dominate.

"It's called Cavour vase 13th century. This object was made specifically for the Syria Issue Exhibition to highlight the extraordinary cultural heritage and unique heritage of the State of Syria, one of the countries that became the beginning of the development of Islamic history. If I'm not mistaken, Cavour vase is made of glass, enamel and gilt." he explained.

"Then ...." Nameera's explanation stopped as her phone rang.

"I picked up the phone from my grandfather first well," he gave permission and started speaking Arabic.

Shortly after, he terminated the phone call.

"Zulaikha, I'm sorry, my grandfather has already picked me up, next time we meet well," he said and greeted Zulaikha.

"I'll accompany you out" he bargained and got a nod from Nameera.

They walked together, until Zulaikha's footsteps stopped by the road.

"May God doom us to meet again" he said, then headed to a luxury car not far from where they are today.

Zulaikha squinted at an elderly man sitting in the second seat of the car.

"Why does Grandpa Nameera's face look like a stranger? I've seen it before, but where?"

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