Tasbih Love In Qatar
Forgive it Calms

Removing wounds in the heart is not as easy as removing traces in the sand, wounds in the heart are like wood sculptures that will remain until at any time, unless you re-sculpt them into something more beautiful, then the sculpture will not torture you but make you smile every time you see it.

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Zulaikha and Tareeq stepped together into the hospital building hand in hand, their smiles as if they could not recede from their faces, like lovers who were kasmaran. In fact, they just feel the real kasmaran after a few months of marriage.

The couple's footsteps took them to the front of the ICU room where Nameera was being treated. From a distance it was clear that Ammara's mother was waiting outside so faithfully because they should not often go in and out of the room.

Zulaikha immediately stopped his steps and took off Tareeq's hand. The girl gave the code to the husband to speak if he wanted to train his greatness slowly.

"When you feel upset with Mom, remember her sacrifice while pregnant, giving birth, breastfeeding, and caring for you to greatness with affection, so that hatred does not control your heart" Zulaikha's message, simple, said, but it means a lot.

"I'll wait for you in the park" the girl concluded and immediately turned around and left Tareeq.

Now lived Tareeq who was silent in his place while staring at the mother from a distance. Slowly the man approached his mother. While Ammara's mother who realized the presence of Tareeq only showed a sincere smile on her face.

"I want to talk, can I?" ask Tareeq.

"Of course, come here." Ammara's mother patted the chair beside her as a gesture for Tareeq to sit on the spot.

Although still awkward, Tareeq volunteered to sit next to Ammara's mother.

Silent for a moment, the man was a little confused as to where to start the conversation from. However, when he was about to open his mouth to speak, Ammara's mother actually spoke first.

"Thank you, son, for talking to me. I know you hate me so much, but at least give me a chance to apologize to you," said Ms. Ammara, whose voice grew more vibrating.

Tarreq was silent, but his hands were clenched to hold the feeling in his heart which also shook at his mother's words. If only his past wounds could be removed so easily, it would be a more prominent sense of longing in his heart at this time.

"Mom's sorry, son. Mother was wrong to hurt you first, mother never expected if in the end you will be very hurt by the actions of mother, if you want to punish mother, mother will accept, son," said Ammara's mother with tears that had wet her cheeks.

Tareeq was still silent at the mother's expression, his tears seemed to force out to break through his eyes at this time, but he really did not want to look weak in front of the middle-aged woman.

"I. .. I want to apologize also for using my 12 years to hate Mom" Tareeq said. "I'm also grateful for Mom's help, and now Nameera's done transplanting." After a long time of trying to withstand the turmoil in his chest, finally the two expressions were thrown from his mouth.

"No, Son. You don't have to say that no matter how it's your duty to protect you, even if your mother's life isn't enough to replace your 12 years without your mother's presence," said Ibu Ammara as much as he pleased.

Tareeq's heart seemed to be sliced to hear the words of the mother. In times like this, he recalls his time together before the problem was present and ravaged his heart and soul in just a short time, but it took a long time to be at peace with the wounds and traumas.

This is the right time to let go of all the hate that is lodged in his heart, forgiveness and sincerity is the cure.

"May I hold mother's hand?" asked the man hesitating.

"Have you forgiven mom?" Feeling distrustful of her son's words, Ammara's mother again asked to convince her and she got a nod from Tareeq.

Ammara's mother smiled, she reached out her hand and was slowly greeted by Tareeq. The man then kissed the back of the hand that was no longer tight with tears that had now come out of his eye patch.

Likewise with Ammara's mother who was increasingly crying touched to see what her son did, she who used to be in a cold fight is now slowly getting warm again.

"May you hug me?" I looked at the middle-aged woman.

Tareeq took off his mother's hand and raised his face that had been slightly wet with tears. Then he nodded his head again as a signal that the mother could embrace him.

Without saying a word, Ibu Ammara immediately hugged the eldest son whom he missed so much, for a while they cried in each other's arms, vaping all the feelings that had been held in their hearts all this time, whether it was a longing, or a wound and disappointment, clearly their hearts instantly felt relieved after doing so.

"Mom, Dad, how are you there? Do you guys know? I miss you guys so much?" Zulaikha wiped away the tears even though she was smiling.

"There's been enough trouble that Zul's been having without you. Wounds, cries, anger, disappointment, pleasure, until love has passed, if Zul had never been to the country of Qatar, Zul might forever drown in a pit of sadness.

Pray Zul, to always be istqomah in learning to be better, in order to be a child of Sholehah who always send prayers of kindness to Mother and Father.

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A few months have now passed, Qatar is now entering the summer where the temperature ranges from 31 to 41 degrees Celsius, even occasionally the temperature can reach 50 degrees Celsius. The sky sometimes seems so bright all summer, but it is also cloudy sometimes.

Nameera has recovered from her illness after several months of post-transplant treatment. Although you have to experience symptoms of transplant side effects, but in the end everything can be passed well, the support of your beloved family is really very instrumental at that time.

"Sir Zul" said the girl as she was discharged from the hospital with Grandpa Husein, Ms. Ammara, and Rafif. He found Zulaikha and Tareeq had just come to pick him up.

"Alhamdulillah, at last you come out. Where are you going? Let me keep you as full as possible" said Zulaikha while embracing Nameera's shoulder.

"Ekhem." Tareeq who stood in front of Zulaikha immediately cleared his throat when he heard his wife wanted to accompany his sister as much as possible.

Nameera smiled looking at the unwilling expression of Tareeq. "So hot, lazy to go out. Besides, if Brother Zul is the same as I am, how will Brother Tareeq?" he said as he rolled his eyes towards Tareeq and in reply to the thumbs up by his brother.

"Eh yes, this is very hot turns out, then yuk in, Mom and Rafif come in, well, we go home together," asked Zulaikha.

"We don't have to come, afraid to fight again with Afra, we just go home," refused Ms. Afra.

Yes, since the return of Ammara's mother to Qatar, Bibi Afra never wanted to meet her, if accidentally met, Bibi,.Aunt Afra would spit spicy words for her ex-sister-in-law.

Especially after the cancellation of marriage by Tareeq against Qifty, now Aunt Afra is reluctant to talk to the man. Do not ask Zulaikha, because until now the middle-aged woman did not accept his presence.

"Mother lives in our house alone, so Nameera doesn't have any trouble if she misses Mom and Rafif" Tareeq said.

"Yes, Mom. Mom and Rafif just stayed with us, in a very quiet house. Especially if Tareeq goes to work, I have no storymates" Zulaikha said.

Although initially refused, in the end Ibu Ammara agreed with the proposal of his son and daughter-in-law..

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Later that evening, Tareeq and Zulaikha held a dinner with her big family, including Ms. Ammara, Rafif, Grandpa Husein, Nameera and Bibi Afra, which the middle-aged woman refused, but through the persuasion of Grandpa Husein, he finally wanted to come along.

Now that all the families are gathered at the dining table, all kinds of typical Qatari food has been presented on the table, even meatballs made by Zulaikha also do not want to lose showing his charm in front of the Qataris.

"Heek." Everyone at the dining table turned to Zulaikha, who was covering his mouth with his hands.

"What's wrong with you, honey?" ask Tareeq.

Not immediately replied, Zulaikha just shook his head slowly sign that he was fine. However, only a few minutes passed, again Zulaikha's voice distracted them.

"Heek."

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