I was in a field. then I was standing, doing something like chopping vegetables, when a lady standing fairly far away was talking with me. She was dressed like a muslim, hijab, long dress. it was all dark navy blue with small white polka dots. she was fairly tall for a lady, slim and fair skinned. I knew she was very pious. she was the type of sister who you could tell doesn't usually talk to men. I felt honoured that she was talking to me. she kept her distance though and asked me if it was alright to come nearer / talk with me? I then turned to a window to my top right and saw my wife's face - ROohy - and asked her if it was alright? Roohy kinda signalled that it wasn't alright. so the sister walked away but came passed me and handed me a fruit she had prepared. It was a purple fruit, like a plum, with the skin peeled and the seed/s in the middle cut out with a triangle. I felt like that was a lovely gift and that she was very kind and motherly. - she was Mariam (a.s)
Sunday, 7 August 2016
Thursday, 7 July 2016
Angels
Ruth had died. she had a heart attack. I remember they said that there was bruising around her chest. I remember being shocked by the news. I thought she was still relatively young to have died (40?). I reretted that I had not spoken to her more. So I was transported to the work office (back in time?) where I could greet her before she had died. She was with two or three other people. I greeted her and them. Then one of the people left and I spoke to him. But he acted strangely. He was amazed at me. He could see me in my true form. Like a soul of light. He wondered how I could be here or why I was visiting. I then touched him on his shoulder - but I realised that would trigger something. Sure enough they knew I was somewhere I shouldn't be.
We were on the main road in a minivan, it was night. THen an arcangel came down from the sky and landed to the side of the mini van. He was in the form of a tall, strong man with a sword and red cloak. Then 5 or so others landed and formed a blockade across the road. They were different colours. one red, one green, one yellow, etc. They stood there in a line. all of a sudden they transformed into large birds of prey or dragons. each of their mouths opened at the same time and dropped all the way to the ground. They were like beaks.
We were on the main road in a minivan, it was night. THen an arcangel came down from the sky and landed to the side of the mini van. He was in the form of a tall, strong man with a sword and red cloak. Then 5 or so others landed and formed a blockade across the road. They were different colours. one red, one green, one yellow, etc. They stood there in a line. all of a sudden they transformed into large birds of prey or dragons. each of their mouths opened at the same time and dropped all the way to the ground. They were like beaks.
Wednesday, 6 July 2016
social gathering
I was in a house. In one dark room were my parents with some friends. I walked into the room. There were about 7 or more people including my parents. They were sitting and having a discussion. As I entered the room I went to shake each guests hand. First my fathers old friend, the janitor of the school he used to work at, Steve. Then the others whom I didn't recognise. The final one gave a rather limp handshake. I noticed small details as I was shaking their hands and greeting them. They were old men. Some were wearing red shirts with the Kings University emblem on. They were carrying books with some alcoholic beverages. Bottles of wine and liquer. They looked as if they were from a debate society and they were conducting a gathering to debate a topic. It was more a social gathering as well as a debate / discussion. so I didn't want to be rude and ask the one talking - plus I didn't think he would be able to explain it to me clearly since he looked slightly drunk.
I sat down next to my father and listened to their discussion. I asked my father to fill me in on what they were debating. He explained that a word must keep its shape (same number of letters) and be transformed (change the letters) but keep the same meaning. But he also said that the debate was how this was impossible. So I said to him, what about "carpet" and "rug"? They have the same meaning (however they have different shapes).
My father introduced me to one of the guests, the smartest of them all, so that he could explain the topic to me more clearly. Before he explained it I said to him, "let me explain what I understand first" and I said "it is impossible to have a word with the same number of letters be changed to another word with the same meaning"(or something to that affect). The man replied "wow. you are bad at interpreting dreams!" I said "no, I'm just repeating what I was told!" However, I was thinking I understood what he was getting at. That one needs to think more creatively when interpreting dreams, and not simply repeat what they have been told.
I sat down next to my father and listened to their discussion. I asked my father to fill me in on what they were debating. He explained that a word must keep its shape (same number of letters) and be transformed (change the letters) but keep the same meaning. But he also said that the debate was how this was impossible. So I said to him, what about "carpet" and "rug"? They have the same meaning (however they have different shapes).
My father introduced me to one of the guests, the smartest of them all, so that he could explain the topic to me more clearly. Before he explained it I said to him, "let me explain what I understand first" and I said "it is impossible to have a word with the same number of letters be changed to another word with the same meaning"(or something to that affect). The man replied "wow. you are bad at interpreting dreams!" I said "no, I'm just repeating what I was told!" However, I was thinking I understood what he was getting at. That one needs to think more creatively when interpreting dreams, and not simply repeat what they have been told.
Tuesday, 5 July 2016
Shot!
I was in the top of a tall building. There was a dinner party and all my school friends were there. I remember Sofia suddenly walked out of the window!!! I remember being shocked thinking that she was the least likely person to commit suicide.
I then left the party and walked down to the bottom of the building and left the building. Just as I left the ground floor of the building collapsed and the building was 1 story shorter.
As I was walking down the street, a police car drove ahead of me and blocked off the street further down. Police officers then started arresting people who had come out of the building. We were mainly university students.
One police officer came up to me and started putting me in handcuffs. I then noticed another car drive up by the side and a man with a gun sitting in the car! I got down on the floor instinctively.
The man in the car began shooting and the police officer ran a bit and then got down on the floor too (but didn't start shooting back!!). Everyone else around got down on the floor. My face was facing the other way, I couldn't see the shooter. I could hear them shooting and people getting hit!
I was waiting to be killed. I felt one bullet skim the top of my calf and then another skim my arm. I remember thinking the third bullet would hit me in the head. I then woke up
I then left the party and walked down to the bottom of the building and left the building. Just as I left the ground floor of the building collapsed and the building was 1 story shorter.
As I was walking down the street, a police car drove ahead of me and blocked off the street further down. Police officers then started arresting people who had come out of the building. We were mainly university students.
One police officer came up to me and started putting me in handcuffs. I then noticed another car drive up by the side and a man with a gun sitting in the car! I got down on the floor instinctively.
The man in the car began shooting and the police officer ran a bit and then got down on the floor too (but didn't start shooting back!!). Everyone else around got down on the floor. My face was facing the other way, I couldn't see the shooter. I could hear them shooting and people getting hit!
I was waiting to be killed. I felt one bullet skim the top of my calf and then another skim my arm. I remember thinking the third bullet would hit me in the head. I then woke up
The UK Scorpion
There was a massive scorpion crawling up the shoulder of someone. It was about the size of a forearm and had a hard shell coloured blue and red. It looked very dangerous and I was thinking it may kill the person. So I took an empty Fanta bottle and knocked the scorpion off. It went flying and fell on its back. It couldn't get back up and was wriggling. People stood around it looking closely. I kept a distance thinking it was still quite dangerous. It started to making a hissing sound like steam being released from a pressure cooker. Every time it would hiss a small mouth on its belly would open revealing a fang. I wondered what it was doing. A voice replied that it was shedding its skin!
Interpretation:
The scorpion was a dangerous enemy
Its hard shell representing the logical, safe character of the person
The red & blue symbolised that the enemy is from the UK
It was later realised that this person was my school principal. A cold, logical yet conniving man from the UK fearing for his job to the extent that he would try to get people fired from theirs.
I knocked him off someone's shoulder and he turned upside down to reveal his vicious nature to all around.
This happened as I helped my friend, Ahmad, who was the target of the principal's attacks by writing a strongly worded grievance letter to the school's board of directors.
Later the director shouted at the principal about all the complaints they had received about him. He was transferred alhamdulilah
Interpretation:
The scorpion was a dangerous enemy
Its hard shell representing the logical, safe character of the person
The red & blue symbolised that the enemy is from the UK
It was later realised that this person was my school principal. A cold, logical yet conniving man from the UK fearing for his job to the extent that he would try to get people fired from theirs.
I knocked him off someone's shoulder and he turned upside down to reveal his vicious nature to all around.
This happened as I helped my friend, Ahmad, who was the target of the principal's attacks by writing a strongly worded grievance letter to the school's board of directors.
Later the director shouted at the principal about all the complaints they had received about him. He was transferred alhamdulilah
Tuesday, 13 January 2015
Prophet
I saw the prophet in my dreams (my 2nd time). It was somewhere outdoors with cars, many people and sunny. I did not go up to him to speak out of shyness but a companion of mine ( i dont know who he was) came to me after going to the prophet (pbuh) for advise. I asked him what he said to him. He responded that he sat on the prophet's lap and felt electricity go up his spine?! I thought to myself i really should make an effort to go up to the Prophet to ask him any advise before its too late and he's gone. But i didn't.
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The very first time i saw the prophet (pbuh) in a dream:
I was dressed in a white kandoora and talking with another companion (who i do not know) also dressed in a white kandoora. (this is before I had ever been to the UAE and knew what a kandoora was). We were talking behind another brother (also dressed in white) who was standing in prayer. We said how we should ask the Prophet (pbuh) to ask for blessings for him due to his extra acts of worship.
Just then I saw the prophet walking calmly and gently in the corner of my eye, wearing a turban and brown kandoora. There was a sense of authority about him where everyone instantly respected him but not from fear - out of respectful love. His reply was - he is already getting reward. I interpreted it to mean - I should start doing extra prayers to gain more reward.
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The last time I did not actually see the prophet but I came close. My soul was taken up into the sky along with Roohy's. I thought we were dead. I was glad that we were together in this "journey" we were about to take. I remember thinking that this is surreal. I couldn't believe it was actually happening. Everything we learnt and believed in life was actually happening! Then the sea beneath us split. One side raised higher than the other. Roohy and I suddenly dropped from the sky. Roohy dropped into the side of the sea that was raised higher. I dropped into the "lower" side. We didn't sink. We were dragged across the sea from our backs, skimming across the top of the sea, like a stone being skimmed. We were being pulled by an unseen force. Travelling backwards at such a fast speed. I was pulled until we reached this small island in the middle of the sea. It was large enough for a single hut. Everything was wooden and natural, poor looking. The entrance to this wooden hut had an eye scanner. The only "modern" thing on the island. The only technology on the island. It scanned me before I could enter to confirm it was truly me. I remember wondering why it would need to check it was really me? who else could look like me? Anyway, I went inside. There were wooden seats inside the small room. I sat down and saw roohy sitting next to me on the other wooden seat. I was happy that we were together. I think I told her. "at least we are together". I then heard a voice saying that "this is not the afterlife. This is the waiting room for the prophet"! I got up and started looking around. There was a book on a table. It had my name on it and "race: human" written on the cover. I opened the book. On each page it had a tree of names - my entire ancestry linking back to Adam and Eve on the first page!!! Except their names were not Adam or Eve but slightly different. one syllable. like "om". I cant remember but I somehow knew it meant Adam.
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The very first time i saw the prophet (pbuh) in a dream:
I was dressed in a white kandoora and talking with another companion (who i do not know) also dressed in a white kandoora. (this is before I had ever been to the UAE and knew what a kandoora was). We were talking behind another brother (also dressed in white) who was standing in prayer. We said how we should ask the Prophet (pbuh) to ask for blessings for him due to his extra acts of worship.
Just then I saw the prophet walking calmly and gently in the corner of my eye, wearing a turban and brown kandoora. There was a sense of authority about him where everyone instantly respected him but not from fear - out of respectful love. His reply was - he is already getting reward. I interpreted it to mean - I should start doing extra prayers to gain more reward.
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The last time I did not actually see the prophet but I came close. My soul was taken up into the sky along with Roohy's. I thought we were dead. I was glad that we were together in this "journey" we were about to take. I remember thinking that this is surreal. I couldn't believe it was actually happening. Everything we learnt and believed in life was actually happening! Then the sea beneath us split. One side raised higher than the other. Roohy and I suddenly dropped from the sky. Roohy dropped into the side of the sea that was raised higher. I dropped into the "lower" side. We didn't sink. We were dragged across the sea from our backs, skimming across the top of the sea, like a stone being skimmed. We were being pulled by an unseen force. Travelling backwards at such a fast speed. I was pulled until we reached this small island in the middle of the sea. It was large enough for a single hut. Everything was wooden and natural, poor looking. The entrance to this wooden hut had an eye scanner. The only "modern" thing on the island. The only technology on the island. It scanned me before I could enter to confirm it was truly me. I remember wondering why it would need to check it was really me? who else could look like me? Anyway, I went inside. There were wooden seats inside the small room. I sat down and saw roohy sitting next to me on the other wooden seat. I was happy that we were together. I think I told her. "at least we are together". I then heard a voice saying that "this is not the afterlife. This is the waiting room for the prophet"! I got up and started looking around. There was a book on a table. It had my name on it and "race: human" written on the cover. I opened the book. On each page it had a tree of names - my entire ancestry linking back to Adam and Eve on the first page!!! Except their names were not Adam or Eve but slightly different. one syllable. like "om". I cant remember but I somehow knew it meant Adam.
Islamic bookstore
I was in an Islamic book shop. There were a lot of muslims inside wearing abayas and kandooras. I browsed passed the childrens books section which had pictures of animals with whited out eyes and no eyes. Then everyone had left as it was almost time for salaah. I was the last left in the bookstore and my friend Rehaan who had just come in to see what i was up to before we left. I said to him ' i just want to get one book before i leave'. He said 'sure', and asked which we should get. There was a brother in a kandoora and turban behind the book counter folding some clothes. I thought to myself I should ask him for any recommended book. a question popped into my mind. ' If women get reward for covering their head, do men get any reward if they also cover their head?' I decided i would ask the person behind the counter. I did and he did not respond with words. He simply took out two brand new copies of a book with a black cover and very thick. He put it on the counter and it had the title 'immitating the kuffar'. I took that as the answer to my question. Covering the head is good as you are not immitating non-muslims.
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