Started In Paris
The Grande Mosquee de Paris

"Welcome to the opening ceremony of international level cinematography. Ladies and gentlemen welcome to sit on the bench that has been prepared, the event will begin soon."

I heard that sound from loudspeakers in every corner of the building. I walked towards the main place where the big meeting was held. Long skirt stuck out to cover my legs is not at all disturbing, the clothes I wear are black white polka-dot with a length up to the wrist, my hood is gray. However, I was wearing a coat, so part of my body was covered by it.

I am so happy today. This morning I managed to contact Abah and Ummi, their voices comforting me a lot. I miss them so much, I can only hear their voices, because to make a video call there is an application that I have to download first. I contacted him through Luluk's phone.

I appreciate Luluk's hard work, for the sake of being able to connect me with Abah and Ummi, he was willing to come to my house after dawn. Contacting me who was far from the family, grateful I could hear Ummi's voice, his voice was very shady.

Several times he gave a very detailed advice in his meal, not to forget with Abah whose voice was full of love always conveying about this and that. Surely the length of communication, I had forgotten that I had to prepare to go to a meeting.

An hour of speaking, for me it was only a minute to hear their voices.

Communication with them ended when Miss Bill called me for breakfast. Huh, I miss them so much.

I sat in the row of benches some distance from the pulpit, but it was quite noticeable to see the whole side of the pulpit.

I saw on my left a young girl sitting with a scarf that had been busy playing her phone, several times she spoke as if indignantly in French, I didn't know that.

To my right sat a woman wearing a thick coat, her hair tied in a ponytail, her eyeballs big, her face charming. Huhu I was in the middle of a big man. What is my day that only a girl feels from a simple family.

"Hi!"

Scold someone from my right side. I looked over and then responded to her greeting, she smiled at me, her smile so sweet.

"Les participating aussi?" Ask in French.

Oh, God, what else is this ordeal?

"Sorry, I'm not French, so I don't speak French" I replied to him, which seemed to make both eyelids widen.

"Oh, really?" Legally.

I nodded confidently. He then greeted me while apologizing many times, he said my face was almost similar to that of a Frenchman. I was a little surprised by his confession, a cute girl like me how could it be said to be similar to a French face? Just-there's.

After that we both chatted about it, speaking English with cas-cis-cus made me happy, as well as learning to manage the grammar.

Name, Abiel. Living in the city of Lourmarin, the same age as me, which is 22 years. We talked for quite a while, until finally the event started, and we were silent.

Starting from the speech of the head of the event, then continued with the speech of one of the city administrators, then continued again with a famous photographer in France whose English is stunning.

Time goes on, so long I sit on the bench, my back feels sore, I immediately want to stand.

Shortly after the event was finally officially opened, the host read out the rules in the implementation of the event and gave a description of what to do during the object retrieval process.

All participants can make any tourist attraction in France, as long as they comply with the rules and ethics. Previously I had made a list of any destination I wanted to make as an object, I will start working tomorrow.

Since the deadline is also early next month, then I will do the editing process in this country as well, worried about passing the deadline.

After hours of sitting on a bench in the building, the event was finally finished and participants were allowed to return home. But I don't want to go home yet, I'll explore this city first. I called Bill and Vani before, they let me as long as I don't come home tonight.

Tired of ourselves we finally ended the debate.

"my name is Reynard" he said as he extended his right hand to me. I stared at his hand, I didn't know what to do. If I return his hand, but I am a Muslim. If I don't return his hand, I'll look arrogant in front of the new guy.

I was still staring at that hand, trying to give it its own signal.

Finally he understood, he pulled his hand again. And then smile at me.

"I'm Zulfa" I said as I put my palms together and placed them right in front of my chest.

"I know you're Muslim" he said, "sorry I just realized it" he continued with super English in my opinion.

"No problem" I said.

Our conversation was just that, because he said he was busy with his business, while I was still going somewhere. We separated in the crowd of many people.

I walked down the street, the first place I would visit was the mosque. The Grande Mosquee de Paris Mosque. The distance is quite far, can use a vehicle, but I choose to walk. With the help of Maps, I followed the direction it was pointing.

I chose to walk because I wanted to get to know the city first. Along the way I met people who were also walking around me. Some walk while reading, while playing mobile phones, while listening to music, some even while eating Snack.

I also greeted some people, they were friendly, not what I thought they were. I'm actually awkward, embarrassed, but this is my chance to get to know the world, so I have to do it.

Passing Sainte Chapelle, I paused for a moment then slightly raised my phone, I pointed my camera and focused it on the object, once the shots were stunning. I continue my footsteps again.

The Sainte Chapelle is a royal chapel in the Gothic style, within the medieval Palais de la Cute, the residence of the King of France until the 14th century, around the ile de la Cute on the Paris Seine river, The french.

The nuance is very classic, if seen as bringing the impression of the past kingdom with its exotic.

After passing through the historic place, along the way my eyes saw a lot of activities in this city.

Remembering about Abiel. The woman told me how this city of Paris. The story is very long, probably along the train tracks from Jakarta to Surabaya. I chuckle in my heart.

I finally arrived at the Grande Mosquee de Paris mosque. I stopped at the main gate, staring at the large mosque. There is a pull in the heart, as if tickling. I took a deep breath, then stepped inside the mosque.

After taking off my shoes, I went straight to the ablution place. After that, I entered the mosque. Along my feet I stepped up, I put my head up, looking at the Arabic carvings attached to each side of the mosque. Masayallah.

Very beautiful, there is a garden around the mosque, a lot of grass growing on the ground, the atmosphere is very cool. Anyone who is here will be very comfortable to pamper the eyes. The air is very cool, there is a fountain located right in the middle of the park, not to forget the flowers that always give a scent in every inch of the park.

Green shades of merajarela, coinciding with the favorite color of His Majesty Rasullullah. When viewed from the front of the mosque looks ordinary, but if it has entered it, every congregation will be spoiled with exoticism. The mosque is dominated by white, with large lights hanging from the ceiling of the mosque.

After enjoying the beauty of this mosque, I sat in the middle of the female shaf. While waiting for azan zhuhur, I opened my mushaf which I always carry with me wherever I go. Ah, but it still feels not satisfied to see the entire contents of this mosque.

I began to read every verse written there, very softly. Got one sheet, sound of azan. The sound is so sweet, I enjoy it with wisdom. His voice echoed throughout the mosque, so it was able to shake the heart.

Not feeling a clear thread falling from my eyes, I couldn't hold it anymore, I had to spill it. This muezzin voice touches the heart, may Allah always give Mercy to muezzin throughout the world.

I immediately wiped my tears, afraid that someone might see it. I rose to take ablution again, fearing that my prayers would be invalid.