I got married pretty early, I had just turned 18. When I was four months pregnant with my son, I had a dream.
The ground was cracking all around me like a crazy earthquake. In reality, I've always been a fast runner. In the dream, I was trying to run but realized I was slowed down because of my pregnancy. However, I had to keep trying to get to safe ground away from the earthquake. All of a sudden, a man appeared to me. I questioned who he was. He told me he followed Muhammad saws and showed me a vision of Muhammad saws, high up in the sky. .)
He told me to follow him. I told him that I could not follow him because I was slowed down due to my pregnancy. He said to me again, "Follow me." I kept saying, " I can't, I can't." He told me again, "Follow me."
I gave in and tried to follow him. When I ran behind him, I was able to run fast as the wind.
We kept running until we came to a mountain cliff. You know how steep those mountain cliffs are in the movies, well this is how scary and steep it was. The thing is, the earth was still quaking behind us and we had to keep moving or get swallowed up by the Earth. The next mountain cliff was at least a mile off in the distance from where we were so there was no way to get to the safe land.
He turned to me and said, "Follow me."
This time, I'm throwing my hands up in the air, and I'm rally like, full of despair. I'm panicking and telling him, " We have no where to go! The next cliff is so far away and there's no way to make it! We're going to die!"
He kept saying, "Follow me."
I kept protesting until finally, I gave in. I can't explain in words how amazed I was. He ran over the air to the next cliff. I followed him. In the dream, I was looking down at the ground which looked a hundred miles beneath me and was just running over the air. It felt like flying! I said to myself, "I'm running on the air!" It was an incredible feeling.
Then we made it to the next cliff and kept on running. Finally, we came to an ocean. I knew it over now. I stopped and threw my arms in the air again. I gave up. He said, "Follow me." I protested in the same manner. Again, he convinced me to follow him. This time, we ran over the entire ocean together.
We got to this calm, grassy plain. I saw all my people gathered together peacefully waiting for me. They were in the distance so I couldn't tell who they were. I just knew they were my people. Not of any specific race or blood connection. Only a spiritual connection.
So, he turns to me and says, "Name your child Jozeray."
I say to him, "Is that a boy or girl name? I don't know if I'm having a boy or girl."
He says to me again, "Name your child Jozeray."
I agreed, and that was the end of the beautiful dream.
Please share your comments with me and your dreams. Thanks for reading.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Dreams
Assalaamo alaikum (Peace be with you) I had this dream when I was around 18 years old. It stuck with me my whole life.
Scene of my dream: All the good people in the world were gathered along the shore of the beach. The sun had set. If you've ever been to the quiet, serene beaches of Naples, Florida, you may be able to get a glimpse of the beauty I was seeing. I felt so good inside and out. I looked to my left and saw people of different ages and nationalities all around me. We all shared a peaceful, knowing smile with each other.
No one had to speak a word, it's as if we all shared something in common. It was so peaceful and sweet. My hair was flowing in the breeze, I felt beautiful and at peace. Since the sun had just set, it was neither dark nor bright. It was just right. The air had a perfect breeze that played sweetly with my hair and skin.
The sand felt cool and inviting like a soft blanket at our feet. The target of everyone's gaze was at the horizon. A white ball of soft, glowing light, at least ten times the size of the sun that we usually see on the horizon rose. A voice spoke out to me in Arabic from the horizon traveling from thousands of miles away with ease and beauty. The voice was as soothing as rose petals on your skin.
The voice told me to walk down the pier toward the light. I happily rose up and walked down the pier, eager to be closer. His voice told me to climb on top of the wooden railing of the pier, so I did with no fear of the ocean below me. His voice then told me to dive in.
I willingly dove into the depths of the ocean. As my body plunged off the pier into the water, the water welcomed me and soothed me. It held me and twirled me gently in cirles. It was a beautiful blue water that made me feel so good. It washed over me and through me like the feeling of true love.
I could feel this water in my soul. I never wanted to leave this feeling. I tried my best to put this dream into words, but it's really impossible to describe the feelings, the sounds and the beauty in words. This is the feeling and scene that comes to mind usually when I am sitting and making sajda during prayer. I feel that I am sitting before my Creator, although I cannot see Him. I am acknowldeging His beauty by admiring His creations.
I feel so close to Him in this dream and I try my best to bring that feeling back each time I pray, five times a day. If anyone ever had a dream of anything similar to this, please comment or write me. I love to hear people's dreams so please do share.
Scene of my dream: All the good people in the world were gathered along the shore of the beach. The sun had set. If you've ever been to the quiet, serene beaches of Naples, Florida, you may be able to get a glimpse of the beauty I was seeing. I felt so good inside and out. I looked to my left and saw people of different ages and nationalities all around me. We all shared a peaceful, knowing smile with each other.
No one had to speak a word, it's as if we all shared something in common. It was so peaceful and sweet. My hair was flowing in the breeze, I felt beautiful and at peace. Since the sun had just set, it was neither dark nor bright. It was just right. The air had a perfect breeze that played sweetly with my hair and skin.
The sand felt cool and inviting like a soft blanket at our feet. The target of everyone's gaze was at the horizon. A white ball of soft, glowing light, at least ten times the size of the sun that we usually see on the horizon rose. A voice spoke out to me in Arabic from the horizon traveling from thousands of miles away with ease and beauty. The voice was as soothing as rose petals on your skin.
The voice told me to walk down the pier toward the light. I happily rose up and walked down the pier, eager to be closer. His voice told me to climb on top of the wooden railing of the pier, so I did with no fear of the ocean below me. His voice then told me to dive in.
I willingly dove into the depths of the ocean. As my body plunged off the pier into the water, the water welcomed me and soothed me. It held me and twirled me gently in cirles. It was a beautiful blue water that made me feel so good. It washed over me and through me like the feeling of true love.
I could feel this water in my soul. I never wanted to leave this feeling. I tried my best to put this dream into words, but it's really impossible to describe the feelings, the sounds and the beauty in words. This is the feeling and scene that comes to mind usually when I am sitting and making sajda during prayer. I feel that I am sitting before my Creator, although I cannot see Him. I am acknowldeging His beauty by admiring His creations.
I feel so close to Him in this dream and I try my best to bring that feeling back each time I pray, five times a day. If anyone ever had a dream of anything similar to this, please comment or write me. I love to hear people's dreams so please do share.
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