Tasbih Love In Qatar
Two Different Generational Men

"God, Qatar is so cramped, how did I meet this grandfather so quickly?" monologue Zulaikha looks at a small photo in his hand.

*Flashback*

"Zul, if you meet this person there later, please give my regards to him" said Uncle Harun, husband, of Aunt Anisa when Zulaikha asked permission to calm down in Qatar.

"Who is he, Uncle?" ask Zulaikha.

"He is a very good person," Uncle Aaron replied, making Zulaikha nod. "And one more thing, if later you really meet him, and he asks for your help, please help him," continued Uncle Aaron.

"What's wrong with this guy, Uncle? Why does Uncle privilege her?"

"Sorry, Son. Uncle has not been able to answer your question for now. But if he asks for your help, then Uncle will tell you why."

*flashback off*

***

The next day, Zulaikha returned to visit Corniche Road, somehow the place seemed to have its own charm in the heart of the long-haired girl.

He sat on a waterfront barrier while observing the beauty of the city of Doha. His legs were swinging about, and his eyes were closed enjoying a soothing gust of wind.

"Enjoying the beauty of Doha in winter like this is indeed very suitable, you can feel the gust of wind that hits your face so soft and cool," said a beautiful girl wrapped in a brown veil and a matching colored robe who was now standing next to her.

"Nameera?" Zulaikha reflexively stood up to welcome the arrival of the girl who despite having just met yesterday already made him want to meet again.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, Zulaikha, it's nice to meet again here, '" he said so kindly.

"Wa'alaikum salam, yes Nameera, I didn't think we'd meet here again, what a pleasant coincidence" Zulaikha said.

Nameera smiled towards Zulaikha. "You are right, rather the coincidence that God has prepared, because God moved our hearts to come to this place at the same time," Nameera said straightened out without any patronizing impression.

"Yes, you are right" Zulaikha replied as he nodded his head.

"Since we met here, I want to take you somewhere, do you want to?" tanya Nameera and answered a nod by Zulaikha.

Souq Waqif Market, is the current destination of Nameera. Its location not far from the Corniche makes them able to reach only on foot. It feels like a classic Middle Eastern atmosphere in that market. As with other traditional markets in general that sell a variety of spices, household supplies and others.

Nameera continued to walk while slowly pulling Zulaikha's hand through several outlets until her footsteps stopped at the outlet that sells various kinds of Muslim clothing.

"What do we want here?" ask Zulaikha.

"I want to buy clothes and a veil, don't you want to come?" bargaining the girl, made Zulaikha shake his head slowly.

"No, it looks like I'm just going to accompany you shopping," he replied, then turned around to observe the conditions in that place.

"Well, people here don't seem to be afraid of pickpocketing when they're in a crowded place like this, huh?" asked Zulaikha in amazement.

"God willing here is safe from such things, well even though there are still one or two cases, but it is rare" replied Nameera while sorting out the clothes she would buy.

"Eh, yes, Qatar is a rich country, why are its residents willing to steal," Zulaikha chirped making the girl beside him smile knot.

"Eh, by the way why do you often walk alone here? Then the one who picked you up yesterday was your grandfather?" asked Zulaikha, he could not deny, the curiosity of the girl in front of him is now getting bigger.

"Yes, he's my grandfather, me and my brother have lived with him since childhood. My grandfather would always take me to where I wanted to be because he wanted to make me feel good about the breath of fresh air while I could, "

"Could still? Meaning how?"

Zulaikha nodded in understanding of the girl's explanation. However, he was immediately shocked when Nameera put a cloth over her hair.

"You are so beautiful, Zulaikha," praised Nameera after putting a veil on Zulaikha's head, a twinkle of admiration emanated clearly in the girl's eyes.

However, in contrast to Zulaikha, he immediately pulled the cloth quickly from his head until it was released.

"Why?" nameera asked so surprised.

"I don't like it, it just reminds me of my parents who are gone" replied Zulaikha lethargic.

"Oh I'm sorry, but if I may know what the connection is?" Nameera looked so curious.

"My parents used to teach me to wear a veil like this. When they were going to the city, they promised to bring me a big veil, I was excited when I learned to wear all kinds of veils. But ...." Zulaikha paused for a moment his words as he felt his chest tightening again.

"But on their scheduled return, the veil came with them lifelessly between ambulances." Zulaikha immediately rubbed his eyes which started to shed tears.

"Since then, I didn't want to wear a veil, because it just reminded me of my parents, I was disappointed and hated it." Zulaikha's voice choked in his throat as he said so. Until he felt a warm embrace from Nameera, the girl's hand slapped gently on Zulaikha's back to give him a little peace.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad" the girl said as she broke her arms.

After making sure Zulaikha was calm, Nameera took Zulaikha away to watch an area dance performance that happened to be taking place in Souq Waqif.

And sure enough, not waiting for long, Zulaikha smiled again, he really enjoyed the dance performance. However, in contrast to Nameera, the girl actually looks pale with increasingly smelly eyes.

Brugh

"Nameera!" zulaikha screeched as the girl whose body was a little smaller than her fell right in her arms. The worry and curiosity of Nameera's state are now gathered into one in Zulaikha's mind.

Moments later, two women came to Nameera and carried her body. Curiosity increasingly enveloped Zulaikha's mind.

"Who are you?" Zulaikha ran small following where they took Nameera. But none of the answers he got.

Until they arrive at a black car and immediately enter Nameera, followed by one of the women. Another woman was about to get inside the wheel, but Zulaikha immediately held her back.

"Who are you? If you want to take her to the doctor, please include me, I'm her friend" Zulaikha said.

The two women looked at each other for a moment, then one of the women who was already in the car nodded her head towards her friend.

"Of course, come in, please" said the woman.

Not wanting to waste time, Zulaikha immediately entered the car which then drove straight to the hospital.

Nameera is now being treated by the doctor inside the room, while Zulaikha and the two women are waiting outside.

"I'm sorry, if I may know, who are you?" zulaikha asked the two women.

"We're Miss Nameera's guards" replied one of them.

"What?"

Not lost Zulaikha's curiosity towards Nameera, now he was again surprised by the arrival of an elderly man with a handsome man, two different generations of men who looked familiar in the eyes of Zulaikha.

"He is ...."

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