Jida, Binting the Red Sea, is a beautiful coastal city. It is said that it is the largest city in Saudi Arabia and even in the Middle East. Walking on the street, you can hardly see the yellow race, or Singaporeans, or Malaysian. Later, it was gradually known that, in fact, Jida was still a typical Arab city combining old and young, conservative and modern. After arriving in Jida, the biggest obstacle I encountered was Language Communication. Ajim, who came to pick up the plane, was an authentic Arabic natives, not knowing English, not to mention Chinese. We can only use each other’s smiles instead of greetings; Use nodding or shaking our heads to figure out problems and make sure. When the Arabic maid sent our luggage into the room, he found that the room that Agim booked for us was quite expensive. The so-called guest rooms are divided into 6 rooms, except suites, guest rooms and living rooms; The kitchen, laundry room and bath room are all independent and integrated. This kind of sentiment with national style makes people deeply feel that they have reached a completely different country. I used to rummage through the hotel manual and opened the cabinet table, which shocked me suddenly. There was a thick book lying quietly inside Dou, which was not a hotel manual in our country, but a Koran that I was familiar. I open it. The book is full of Arabic characters, but I don’t understand any word. But at that moment, there was still a force permeating into my chest, mixed with a kind of shock hitting my nerves. At 6 o’clock in the morning, I was woken up by the sound outside the window, listening to music vaguely. The sound seemed to have been heard there. At first it was nearby, and then it became wider and wider. Listen carefully, it seems that the whole city is full. Suddenly, sleepiness disappeared. Hearing this voice, I was suddenly pulled back to the thousand-year-old Halal Trip of Xi’an in spring. That was a pilgrimage entrusted by my younger brother Qiming and led by Professor Ma Qiang from the Institute of nationalities. In the middle of the time, such a sound also rang. Then I remembered that the same pronunciation here and Xi’an Mosque rang. Only the morning prayers of Muslims are done here. In fact, I have entered the sacred land of Islam, and I am lying in a tune completely different from normal. In the next few days, the morning sound will ring at the same time, circling the whole city. When I closed my eyes and listened quietly again, I gradually felt strange. This feeling is like the distracting thoughts filled in the brain the day before or overnight, which are suddenly cleaned up by prayers. Let people have a clean spirit to welcome the arrival of a new day and go further.

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