Started In Paris
Azan Voice

"Dad"

He said with a smile.

Today was enough to get here, he drove me to the front of the apartment. I looked at his back that was getting away for a long time, swallowed by the crowd.

So remember the time in the Seine river earlier, every moment will not be forgotten easily. I don't know why my heart wishes it could go to a beautiful place with her again.

I took a breath and walked into the apartment. With the short time the air got really cold, Reynard said this was common. Maybe because it's new here, I'm not used to the situation, inevitably I have to adapt to this new environment.

After taking a shower and praying, I went out of my room and sat at the dinner table with Mrs Bill, she came home early today.

"What's your day fun?" He asked sabil to slice apples into pieces.

I nodded with a smile, right in front of me he started a small knife with a lasting. The apple was successfully arranged neatly on a small plate, he then thrust some to me.

"Did you go to the Seine?" Ask again.

"He's right" I replied.

"I'm sure not a second was wasted there"

"The place was amazing, I didn't think it was that beautiful before."

He nodded, "i used to go there with Baldwin, we spent the summer holidays there" he said with a grim expression, "it's nostalgic" he chuckled.

At length we spoke, drowsiness came attacking, Miss Bill who realized I was attacked by drowsiness also told me to immediately sleep in the room. With all his kindness I feel very bad, here I treated his own family. Maybe thank you is not enough.

Akuvoun went into the room. Actually from earlier I was waiting for a reply to a message from Abiel, is he able to come tomorrow? Why hasn't he replied to the message I sent? Is it really that sick?

Indeed, all day long I never relaxed the smile from my face, but I also held a sense of worry to Abiel, all day long I waited for news from him, he said, but not a single word came across my phone screen.

I hope nothing happens to him.

****

"Zulfa, please forgive me, suddenly there's bad news and I can't continue this, please forgive me, maybe I can't tell you because it's a little privacy, sorry"

His words were still echoing everywhere, very hard to forget. Early in the morning, he was on the phone to report the bad news that befell his family, forced he had to go back to his city and cancel his participation in this event.

Sad, angry, sick, and pity all mixed into one. Abiel suddenly said like that, I had assumed that everything would be fine by persuading him, but I could do nothing. The dove had its wings wounded, and is now hiding in its nest.

I tried to contact him several times, but there was no answer. Is this how bad it is? To stop in the middle of the road like this?

I heard my phone make a notification sound, I picked up my phone that was on the nightstand not far from my current position. Reynard's name is on the top.

"Zulfa, I know how you are, let's refresh your mind"

He said from across there. Actually I was very lazy to go out, suddenly my mood disappeared like swallowed by mud, it feels like all day long just want to laze.

So I sent Reynard a message of apology, maybe he was disappointed, maybe he was angry, whatever I don't care.

I put my phone back on the nightstand, it feels so boring not to leave the house. Suddenly there is a sense of longing for somewhere, it has been a few days I did not go there, is the nuance still the same?

I got up, changed my clothes and grabbed my coat and bag.

****

There was a sound of the holy Quran coming from there. I am now in front of the gates of the Grande Mossque de Paris. My heart trembled as I stared at this mosque, as if there was a thrilling call of the soul.

I stepped my feet through the stretched gate, it was still the same, the shades of green were everywhere, adding to the cool impression that bragged. I went straight into the mosque, because I had lost my time going here.

I sat in the middle of the shaf, many worshippers who had prepared to perform prayers, because soon entered the time of the zhuhr. While waiting for Azaan, I open the mushaf that I always bring to.anaoun I go. Read the verses engraved on each sheet. For some reason, every time I open my favorite mushaf, my heart feels very comfortable, free from burdens, sad is gone.

Maybe this is what I mean by guidance. May Allah endlessly give his guidance to his obedient servant.

Just a few verses I read, my soft voice came to a halt when I heard the sound of the azan so melodious to draw the heart, the moment I raised my head, my heart trembled instead of playing, this voice was so beautiful, it touched the soul.

Instantly I shed tears, until the chant of azan made my veins choked, my heart rumbled, exploding as if to cry.

O God, it is so subtle that you call upon the souls of your servants.

I still do not know who the owner of the voice that chants the azan, wherever he is, may Allah always give him a favor.

Immediately I moved from my position, walking towards the ablution, afraid that my ablution would be void.

After performing the zhuhur prayer, I plan to go straight home, but my desire to stay here makes my brain unable to give orders to other organs of my body anymore, he said, the sound of the azan makes me comfortable in sitting, so that maybe the all-round legs were not felt.

If only I had been given the opportunity to freely choose a place to live in this world, then I would prefer to live next to a mosque, the daily voice of the Quran and the murrotal will make me feel in heaven.

I reopened my mushaf, read verse by verse again, I will spend my whole day today to stay here, Abiel's absence makes me feel discouraged, he is always with me wherever we go together.