This dusk, the light outside the window conveyed some dry and crisp tastes, and I was 'confused' and went straight to them. The melodious sound of the mosque's muzzle hung over the city, and although I couldn't understand the meaning, the sound shook my heart.

It's been weeks since I came to Dubai, and there are five prayers every day: sunrise, noon, afternoon, sunset, and night, but I never paid attention to it. This was the first time I had listened carefully to the prayer. Painful hunger made my body cold, but warm messages fed my empty spirit. At this moment, I completely forgot that this is a drunken and luxurious city, and I only want to be moved by the purity and purity of my heart.

I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath of the sweet scent of the daylight. It turns out that Ramadan can really experience the state of mind and purify the soul.

It's just that after today's fatigue, I don't want to go hungry anymore.

It's a game of body and mind, and I'm not destined to treat myself badly for the sake of a foreign culture.

The prayer was over, but the tremor was still in my heart. After the white robe next to me finished the service, I returned to my seat and began to eat, but I was no longer in a hurry to eat the fries in front of me, but stared at my phone, read Musa's message again, and then replied honestly: "I went out of the school 'door' and turned right at the nearest KFC." ”

A few seconds later, I received a slightly hesitant reply from him: "This...... There are too many KFC people, can you change places?"

My fingers froze instantly, and I frowned, not understanding why there were too many people.

But when I raised my head and looked around, the white-robed people were all in a table of their own, or in groups of three or five, and they were sitting far away from the black-robed 'woman', and my heart was a little clearer.

Come to think of it, it would be unusual for a Muslim man in a white robe to hand food to an unmarried Chinese 'girl' child in full view of the KFC.

So, I bowed my head and replied, "Let's go to the hotel where the 'female' graduate student lives, I'm in room 321." ”

In Dubai, the least crowded place is the sunny street in summer. And now that the sun is setting, I can't really think of any less crowded place for a while except for the hotel room.

After sending it, I realized that this text message actually carried a little * meaning, quite a bit of "I opened the room and waited for you to come".

A little sweat broke out in my palms, and at this time, I could only hope for cultural differences, and I hope that people in the Middle East will not think about this level, or think that I am just talking about a place.

Moments later, I received a reply from Moussa: "OK. ”

The word instantly made my face dry and my heart heated, and I quickly buried my head in the fries and burgers on the plate and stuffed them into my mouth, and the empty stomach finally had a cushion. After a few minutes of brewing, with the added energy and noisy mood, I strode out of the KFC and ran back to the hotel.

When he got to the 'door' of the room, Moses was already waiting there. But instead of stopping where he was, he wandered the corridor, pretending to walk around, as if he was just passing by.

The way he looked made me snicker and greeted him, "Hi, Moses." ”

He stopped and smiled mildly at me, "Hi." ”

Nothing to say for a while. My hands and feet froze, but I still kept a stupid smile on my face, staring at him intently, my mind already out of my mind.

"Hi. He shook his hand in front of my eyes and repeated.

Only then did I react, pulled my bag, and while looking for it in embarrassment, I also made an excuse to cover it up: "I...... I was just wondering which bag to put my room key in......"

I only had one bag with me, not even a pocket.

That's a terrible excuse.