The Visitors at Night
Dreams that visit after dark, and the things that keep me awake.
Stories
The Dhikr I Left Behind
I was sitting in a dhikr circle with Ustad X. Then I saw the ladies, and I left the dhikr behind.
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Daddy, Are You Sleeping?
Something crossed over me in the night, in my child’s voice. I could not say the name of Allah.
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My Wife Dreamt of a Pious Man
My wife dreamt of a beautiful mosque, a huge prayer mat, and the pious man smiling at her.
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Do Not Travel for the World
Do not travel for the world. Go only to see the awliya, the prophets, and matters of knowledge.
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Stop the Worldly Affairs
He was scolding me, asking me to stop my worldly affairs and concentrate on the akhirah.
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The Swing of the Pious Man
A simple wooden swing, swinging on its own. The resting place of the greatest awliya.
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The Pious Man Wanted Wudhu
The pious man came to my room toilet to take wudhu. I do not understand this dream.
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The Yellow Flower
I woke up thinking I was a gone case. Then the pious man gave me a yellow flower.
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The Bugs Under the Prayer Mat
Bugs and cockroaches under my prayer mat, one palm-sized. I could feel them but I could not see them.
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Flying Through the Plastic Sheets
I tried to fly to the heavens. Three transparent plastic sheets stood in my way.
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The Dhikr of Forgiveness
I slept doing the dhikr of forgiveness, and pious people in white invited me to sit with them.
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A Wedding and a Death
A wedding and a death at the same time. A dead lady on a chair, and two beautiful babies on the floor.
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The Men in Ihram
In Masjid Nabawi, I dreamt of men in ihram, sitting in front of me, just looking at me.
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The Light from the Sky
Walking with my mum, light with pressure came from the sky onto my head.
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Covering Her Grave
A secluded, calm graveyard. I covered her grave with a cloth, like a son covers his mum.
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Zam Zam
My wife queued for more than an hour. I made dua, and within ten minutes she entered.
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