Tasbih Love In Qatar
Sister-in-law

Husein's grandfather walked to the grandson's room after performing the Ashar prayer. And as soon as it would arrive, the elderly man's eyebrows frowned when he saw Tareeq standing outside his sister's room leaning against the wall.

"Have you prayed Ashar Tareeq?" asked Grandpa Husein, making the man aghast in shock.

"Gosh, Grandpa," Thareeq said as he rubbed his chest as if his heart wanted to jump out.

"Why surprised? Grandpa only spoke slowly," said Grandpa Husain.

"It's okay, Cake. Tareeq wants to pray first if that is the case," said the man then left Grandpa Husain staring at the departure of the grandson.

Husain's grandfather knocked on the door and entered Nameera's room. However, the sight he saw this time left him deeply moved, where Nameera and Zulaikha prayed together by the bedside.

Husain's grandfather chose to sit on the sofa while watching them, until their prayers were finished.

"Thank you for the clothes Nameera, I'll wash them first and give them back to you" Zulaikha said after the prayer.

"Take Zulaikha, consider this my gift to you" said Nameera.

"But, Na...."

"I've never given a friendship gift to you, so let's just say it's my first gift" Nameera said.

"I haven't given you a gift yet."

"Who said, that delicious meatball was your gift to me, you made it with all your heart."

"really?"

"Of course, thank you" said Nameera. The two of them now throw smiles at each other.

"Oh yeah, I asked for your phone number, Zulaikha," said Nameera.

"Oh yes." The two girls exchanged their cell phone numbers.

"Thank you for your clothes Nameera, it's late afternoon, I'd better go back first." Zulaikha started getting ready and then told Grandpa Hasan and Nameera to go home without bringing back the remaining meatballs at Nameera's request.

"Grandfather, when did Nameera have a kind and sincere Sister-in-law like Zulaikha well?" ask Nameera after returning to her bed.

"Come, Son. Why don't you ask your brother that?" sahut Grandpa Husein.

"Sister always refuses to marry, Cake. What if we ask Brother to marry Zulaikha? I like his character. Grandpa see, right? We have only met twice and he is so good to always visit and bring food like that" said Nameera.

"Grandfather isn't sure your brother wants to, son. You know for yourself, your brother was very upset with the Indonesians," Grandpa Husein argued a little hesitantly.

"But Nameera likes Zulaikha, Cake. Among all of Nameera's friends, none were as sincere as Zulaikha, when Nameera was sick none of them came to visit, except for those who wanted to attract the attention of Tareeq's sister they would always come, they would always come, but after Tareeq refused, they went missing." Nameera looked at the grandfather with a glaring gaze.

Grandfather Husein was silent for a moment while thinking. "Alright, later Grandpa will talk to your brother," he said later.

Shortly after, the man who was the topic of conversation finally came.

"Assalamu 'alaikum," he said directly sitting opposite Grandpa Husain, and the table became his intermediary.

"Wa'alakum greetings" replied Grandpa Husain and Nameera together.

"Oh yes, Cake. Why didn't Grandpa tell you that the Indonesian lived in an apartment?" ask Tareeq.

"Why should grandpa tell you? There is no one left" Grandpa Husain replied so casually.

"Yes, but at least Grandpa should tell me."

"Why indeed? It's Grandpa's apartment, so it's up to Grandpa dong" replied the Grandfather again disregarding the expression of objection from Tareeq.

Tareeq who was dissatisfied with his Grandfather's answer could only sigh violently, his mouth was open to talk again but finally he closed it again, useless too adamant, still he who lost.

"Sister Tareeq, would you like to eat meatballs?" tanya Nameera switched the conversation between Grandpa and the grandson.

"Bakso?"

"Good, I happen to have not had lunch yet" the man said and poured the meatballs into the bowl.

"Why does this smell like a stranger in my nose?" inner Tareeq.

He began to taste the meatballs after reciting the prayer, and there was no sound after that. There is only the sound of the twang of the spoon that occasionally collides with the bowl.

"Add more if you like," said Nameera while smiling meaningfully.

Sure enough, the man again poured the meatballs into the empty bowl and again ate it without a sound.

"Where? It's good, brother?" ask Nameera after seeing the brother finish his meal.

"Where's the meatball?" tanya Tareeq then drank the water in a bottle.

"That's Zulaikha cooking," replied Nameera so casually.

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"Astaghfirullah Tareeq," cried Grandpa Husein as his face received a slight burst of water from his eldest grandson.

"Sorry, sorry Grandpa, Tareeq accidentally." The man immediately approached Grandpa Husein and cleaned his face with tissue.

While Nameera can only hold back the laughter of seeing the brother who was drunk clean his grandfather's face.

***

At night elsewhere, Zulaikha was looking at her reflection in front of a mirror. Looked a girl who is so beautiful in a black veil that just presented Nameera for her.

"What's happened to me in the last 4 years? Why do I feel so far from God?" Zulaikha spoke to his reflection.

Soon, tears rolled back down her cheeks, her shoulders lifted up and down rapidly, with a small sobbing sound beginning to be heard.

"Mama, Papa, forgive Zulaikha, all this time Zulaikha has been an unfilial child, a torch," he said as he cried in between his cries.

The sound of the Adhan began to be heard all over the city. Zulaikha who heard it slowly closed his eyes and permeated it as Nameera said. He felt calm again, what a beautiful chant.

Slowly the girl took a deep breath and threw it away slowly, again she stared at her reflection in front of the mirror. For a moment he convinced his heart that what he had done was a mistake, and God sent Nameera as an intermediary to come to him.

"Bismillah, I will learn to be better" he murmured as he clenched his hands and lifted them in front of his chest.

After convincing himself, in accordance with the teachings of Nameera, Zulaikha began ablution and then continued to pray for the first time alone without anyone telling. After performing the prayer, Zulaikha again cried on his alphabet.

Zulaikha was once far away, but Allah is Oft-Forgiving, even though sin is as much as foam in the sea as shirk, the door of Allah's forgiveness remains wide open for every repentant servant.

***

Nameera had fallen asleep, her condition was starting to stabilize again, and doctors said she could return home to rest if she wanted to. While Grandpa Husain and Tareeq were still seriously in their conversation on the sofa.

"Tareeq, your age is fit enough to get married, get married, son. Nameera really wants you to get married" Grandpa Husain said.

"Sorry, Cake. But Tareeq had absolutely no interest in getting married. Getting married will only ruin my life if one day there is a breakup like what my father went through" the man refused.

"Married it sunnah, son," said Grandpa Husein reminded.

"Yes, Tareeq knows, Cake. Does God hate divorce? Rather than one day being divorced, Tareeq would rather not start."

"Tareeq, have you seen your grandfather and grandmother's house? until at the end of his life he was still loyal to Grandpa. Don't equate all women just because of what your mother has done, son."

Tareeq fell silent, his heart justifying his grandfather's words, but his mind strongly refused.

"Tareeq, Grandfather has never forced you to do anything all this time, even now Grandfather will not force you, but think of your sister, she is sick, she is very much expecting someone who can always be with her, she said, she never again felt Mother's affection as a child, at least with the presence of an older sister-in-law, she felt affection, even if only from an older sister."

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