Tasbih Love In Qatar
He is the Imperfect

Zulaikha stared at the dead man Nameera who was now asleep on the bed. He stood at the end of the bed rubbing the girl's feet covered in blankets.

"Nameera had long been diagnosed with leukemia, the disease was cured through chemotherapy, but soon appeared again. There has been a lot of treatment done but it is actually increasingly torturing Nameera. Doctors say the only way to cure Nameera is a spinal cord transplant. However, until this moment none of them matched Nameera, including Tareeq as his biological brother," said Grandpa Husein as he rubbed his grandson's hand.

"What is Nameera's condition now, Cake?" ask Zulaikha.

"At this time the disease is still in the early stages, so while undergoing treatment, Nameera used to spend his time traveling wherever he wanted. He said, 'as long as he can still breathe free air, he will, ' Grandfather can not always accompany him because the existence of grandfather who always forbid will only hinder his freedom, '" explained Grandpa Husein.

"That's why we met on Corniche Road?"

"Right, Corniche Road was her favorite spot. There he could see the beautiful scenery and many people," replied Grandpa Husain.

The fact this time really slapped Zulaikha, especially since he once thought Nameera's life was so perfect that it was countered with perfect worship as well, it was precisely his life that was better than Nameera, but behind his imperfect circumstances, he tried to perform worship as best he could.

Then, how are you doing with him who worship is still very far from the word good? For some reason his chest this time felt tight, his eyes felt hot as if something wanted to break out. Zulaikha decided to go inside the bathroom for a moment to calm her feelings.

Tears began to wash over the girl's cheeks, the words of her parents when telling her to pray instantly dropped in her memory.

"Son, pray first well, prayer is mandatory, it is the key in the reception of all worship, if your prayers are lazy, let alone accept your other worship, just counted no."

During the 4 years since the death of his parents, he really changed a lot, more precisely he was getting away from God.

For a long time he was wading in the bathroom, until he heard Nameera's voice looking for him. He washes his face to make it invisible if he has just cried.

"Zulaikha, I thought you were home" said Nameera.

"Not yet, I want to accompany you here, can you?" ask Zulaikha.

"Of course, I'm very happy if you're here, as long as it doesn't incriminate you" Nameera said.

"Let's calm, I just feel light here" joked Zulaikha making the pale-faced girl laugh.

"You are here first, Grandpa is going to the mosque to pray ashar," said Grandpa Husein and then immediately out of the room.

Right after Grandpa Husein came out, the Ashar prayer adhan began to reverberate. Again Nameera was silent while closing her eyes, it made Zulaikha curious about what Nameera did. He slowly closed his eyes, following the girl before him.

There is a sense of calm when living the prayer call. True, the Adhan is a very beautiful call if listened to carefully, unfortunately he often ignores it.

Zulaikha and Nameera slowly opened their eyes as the Adhan was over. Nameera's sincere smile came when she realized that Zulaikha had just done the same thing with her.

"Nameera, why do you always keep quiet and close your eyes during the Adhan?" Zulaikha really did not know about it, whether he forgot it or he did not care.

Nameera smiled at Zukaikha's question. "So you just did it, right? What are you feeling?" instead of answering, the girl asked back.

"It felt calm, the voice of the Adhan was beautiful," Zulaikha replied as well as answering some of his own questions.

"Well, that's what I do, I love the chanting of the Adhan, and I feel it in my heart."

"Is that all?"

Zulaikha gaped for a moment to hear the saying Nameera, the light thing done apparently means a lot at the end of life later.

"Emm, Zulaikha, can you help me again to the bathroom? I want to take ablution," said Nameera breaking Zulaikha's daydreams.

"Of course, come on." Zulaikha again helped Nameera to the bathroom, while she stayed outside the bathroom blankly, word after word of Nameera from the first time she met until now always revolved in her memory.

"I'm done" Nameera said after exiting the bathroom.

"Nameera, can you teach me ablution? It's been a long time that I haven't done so I've forgotten a little, '" Zulaikha's great-grandson was a little embarrassed.

Hearing him, Nameera nodded her head while smiling. "Of course, with pleasure."

Nameera began to teach the movements of ablution in order calmly and patiently. This was what made Zulaikha feel a little light and comfortable to admit his negligence before the girl. Usually if anyone knows his negligence, he has not explained the reason, he has first got a comment that actually widens and cornered him, he said, it was as if he was the most sinful human being and had no chance to change for the better.

In contrast to Nameera, the girl gave her many lessons without the impression of teaching, advising without the patronizing impression. He never told Zulaikha to do anything as he did, instead he only showed Zulaikha an example.

"Do you want to pray with me, Zulaikha?" ask Nameera.

"I have no faith" replied Zukaikha.

"Earlier?" Nameera felt foreign to the language.

"Fabrics are worn to cover the whole body during prayer" Zulaikha replied.

"Oh, I see. Here we do not use it during prayer, we only wear clothes that we wear, such as abayha and head coverings because it has covered our aurat" said Nameera.

"If you want, you can wear my clothes," continued Nameera, offering Zulaikha a black shirt and head covering.

After wearing an abayha that covered her legs, Nameera now helps Zulaikha cover her head.

"Nameera, I've never seen you take off your headgear? Wh why? This is in your room, the room is closed," asked Zulaikha while looking at Nameera's face up close because of the focus on wearing her veil.

"This veil I use to cover my hair and neck, I wear it everywhere except in my room, and this is a hospital room, men are not mahrams like doctors, he said, nurses and janitors can come in at any time."

Zulaikha was silent as he bowed to hold the veil that had covered his head.

"I know how you feel, Zulaikha. Maybe you remember both of your parents if you wear them. Same, I remember my father, but do you know? Both of your parents must be so happy to see you wearing them, isn't that their last wish until you've bought yourself a lot of veils?" Zulaikha nodded confirming Nameera's words.

Why did he realize it this time? All this time he has been blinded by grief and adversity that make him unable to think clearly. Zulaikha was getting bowed deeply, his body began to tremble, occasionally sounding a sobbing that escaped his lips. Nameera knew that Zulaikha was crying, so she hugged him to make his heart calm.

"Mama, Papa, forgive Zulaikha, hyster," he said amid his small sobbing.

***

Outside Nameera's room, a man is seen leaning behind the sidewall of the door, apparently all the talk between the two girls was heard by him even though he was initially unintentionally listening.

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