Salaam alaykum,

Sarah

This was written down the minute after leaving the dream. December 19, 2011. So bear with the short language:

“Allah” and “Rahim” while holding two candlelights in my hands. Slow burning like a yahrzeit candle (this is a slow burning candle used in Judaism; you light it on the day of the death of a family member). One was like an oil lamp and had the image of a scholar on it. He wore a white turban, white galabaya and his hair was white. He had long white beard, piercing black eyes, and a Yemeni striped shawl around him all the time. It was a well-made shawl, wide dark blue stripes and pure linen.

I was dressed in sackcloth. My hair was covered like a “Spanish wrap” or how they call it a “Jerusalem style”.

Before, I had been walking in a big courtyard, marble floor and huge halls around it, with pillars. It looked like Al Azhar. I was walking there with a colleague of mine. We worked there. We were women. We were dressed in long, cream colored Aab-style dresses and wore matching headscarves wrapped over our turbans. We were adorned with pearls and perfume. We held books.

Then I overheard men speaking about what will happen to the Jews. They were worried. I told my colleague that if the men can speak like this then it surely is serious and there might be that we will experience hard times soon.  She got upset and said that this is not the case. She said that my speaking of it will bring it though and that I should stop being negative. I continued; if the men can gather and talk about it, then it is not my imagination.

People ran, children ran. Water came from under the ground. I saw my daughter and a boy, Sephardi (Middle Eastern Jewish) boy. They thought it was a game, they were laughing. I told them to stop immediately. They started to sulk and said I was old and strict. I saw a myriad of wooden stairs going down and out of the hallways I was walking in. Red wood like in Egypt. My daughter  and her friend bounced on the steps and they started softening from the water; iron hinges kept them together but now they were coming off like crockpot boiled meat flakes. The children continue to jump, jump jump. I ask them, beg them please no, I showed them why and what will happen. I told them to calmly and light-footedly leave the house. They did. I never saw them again.

I went out but I took two oil lamps – one looked like an urn the other like a yahrzeit candle – and left quickly. The water overtook the world I was in. I blacked out.

Then as the water had stopped, I returned to the grounds. It was a swamp. I saw glimpses of people’s rooms standing outside but the ground was a green gray swamp. The sun was not there anymore.

The men, whom I had heard before, were sitting on an “island” in the swamp. Speaking. Telling each other that this is the beginning. That we need God. None of them addressed me. It was as if I had no say. But the men looked like they came from another world. A modern world. They looked Modern Orthodox but to me in the dream, they seemed odd. I was dressed to suit this world.

When I heard them, I started running quickly. I ran to a high point in the place I was in. It was dark outside, night. I felt chills down my back, being scared of the dark. I was high up, on a hilltop. Sand everywhere; I knew I was far from the city. It looked like I was in the desert outside Cairo, looking down at the city. I sat down and started praying, using the name “Rahim” to plead with God. In Arabic, it means “Merciful.” I must have said it for hours. My clothes turned into sackcloth and my headcovering became brown and simple like a cleaning lady. But my lamps, their wicks got fire and lit up. I saw the image of my teacher. He was very serious. Sad. I saw his face go up into the flame, and the flame grew and went into the sky. The black night sky then turned into a vertical firework, bright white sparkling light filled with dazzling stars, millions of them, that seemed to tunnel into another world. It was amazing. I watched it as I kept praying.

At the foot of the hilltop was a little cave. It got cold so I went inside to continue praying. Holding one light in each hand. A man and a woman were sleeping in a bed there. The couple seemed to be from Upper Egypt. I sat at their feet and prayed. It woke them up. The woman stood up, also in sackcloth. But she was not from Egypt. Her skin was too fair. But she spoke Arabic. Her husband looked upset and tired. We all spoke Arabic. He said, that we need to find a place for me to live in so that I could pray without waking him up. He got up. Walked out of the cave and the wife accompanied him. They saw the pillar of white fireworks and stars. The wife was amazed and wanted me to stay. I said to her, in Arabic: “Tell your husband that I will pray for the both of you and I will not stay here. I am going to go home. Don’t be sad.” She started to cry and wanted me to stay. I told her once more that I can pray for her but that more importantly I must plead with God because our whole people are near destruction.

I was from the city, they were from the countryside. I sat down with the lights in my hands, especially the light from my teacher, and I started saying “Allah” twice at a time, using my breath to meditate. The sky became more energetic and full of a force I had never seen. It made the blackness around us look blue.

My lamps were flickering; they were about to extinguish. I kept praying and I closed my eyes, laid down on the earth floor in their cave and prayed. The woman wept, the man tried to look for something to do.

Then I woke up. I can draw the pillars, the hallways, the courtyard, the staircase, and my clothes. It was all too real.

God speaks to the believing men and women. Not to the Muslim women and men. There is no “Muslim soul” and as stated in the Last Sermon of Prophet Mohammed (peace and blessings be with him): “All mankind is from Adam and Eve, an Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab nor a non-Arab has any superiority over an Arab; also a white has no superiority over black nor a black has any superiority over white except by piety and good action.”

Our actions and our piety outweigh our heritage and skin color. The person you ARE behind the labels and clothes means more to God/Allah/G-d than anything else you can serve up to anyone, in this world or in the Hereafter.

So act with dignity. Live gracefully and compassionately. Value yourself. Because whatever you do, is what others will give you. I know it’s a cliché but it’s true. Wash away the lies and the masks you wear, and be the person you are. And then carry yourself like a precious jewel or priceless manuscript. Because that is the essence of your soul, of whom you really are.

Salaam alaykum,

Sarah

The world gazes with awe at unveiled pharaonic graves. We are impressed when we find bones and belongings from the Middle Ages. And it simply blows the collective mind, to see skeletons and fossils of animals thousands of years old.

Here is something that amazes me:

Because many people in this world grow up with a fairytale view on the Bible. Adam, Noah, Abraham, Moses, David… they become cartoons in a play. To most of us. We learn nursery rhymes about them and we remember them by their covenant (if I say rainbow, most people will remember Noah).

But what happens when a prophet becomes real?

The sandal above, belonged to Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him). In addition to his sandals, he left his turban, staff, and clothes behind. Even strands of hair! All of a sudden, the man emerges. And he was an inspiring, holy man. Shama’il Tirmidhee compliments the belongings of Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him).

By knowing about him, we become closer to him (peace and blessings be upon him). And just like I was saying in an earlier post; since he (pbuh) becomes closer to you, how do you want to be perceived by him (pbuh)?

Salaam alaykum,

Sarah

We don’t know what our destination is but it is easy to know the destination,

look at yourself.

If you are a good one through your actions, ideas,

you must know that you are from good ones.

If you are thinking only to harm, to give people trouble, to make people suffer,

you must know that your last destination is going to be on that way.

Old Testament, New Testament, Psalms and Holy Qur’an also making its seal

that who is going to be good here,

he is going to reach a goodness forever.

Those whose dealings here are bad, you must know that your last destination

is to reach to that worst life;

that you will be harmed and punished.

It is easy but people are thinking something else, no!

It is only a summary.

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May Allah grant us from His endless Mercy Oceans

to be everyone merciful to everyone in Creation, not to be harmful!

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But people, all of them, are never thinking about goodness for others;

their aims are to make people suffer.

May Allah forgive us!

Don’t follow Shaytan but go with the Seal of Prophets,

Say Awaleen wal….Sayyiduna Muhammad (salallahu alayhee wasallam).

[stands and sits]

Fatiha.

سلام عليكم

ساره

This dream is going to sound like a fragmented observation; that is exactly what it is. I wrote it down as fast as I woke up:

I was struggling against fire. I was in a small rowboat and I was at sea outside Gothenburg. Fire was rushing on the water and it was consuming the water. It scared me since I knew water normally “kills” fire.

I scooped water into the boat to save it. A huge warm wind made the sea like a whirl and I was whirling to shore. To a house on a cliff. White house with several floors. The storm and waves swept me into the second floor since the first floor was under water. The fire followed me and the boat. I was rescuing the boat and the water then myself.

The fire ran after the water and us (me and the boat) and I started by pouring the water I had saved, into the house. Then I took my hands and also a vessel (not a bucket) and started pouring more water into the home. I was trying to save it from fire.

Without any warning, the fire divided itself into smaller bits and tried getting us from 2-3 angles. Not from behind. I had the storm and the whirling sea behind me.

Then I woke up. My hands were still shaped like cups pouring.

Salaam alaykum,

Sarah

This is a dream I had July 3rd. I have to write it here; I wrote it down as I woke up, but I still feel I need to write it here:

He sat in a very beautiful and adorned armchair. A man stood up behind him and held him on both sides of his shoulders. The man behind Grand Shaykh was dressed in white and wore a white turban and all of him beamed of white light so strong it was brighter than the sun and so pure white. He held a firm hold of Grand Shaykh’s shoulders.

Grand Shaykh looked very serious. In front of him was a black hole about two meters wide. I was standing opposite it. He looked at me and told me about Hell. I understood that the hole was an entry to Hell. Grand Shaykh and the man behind him seemed to be the ones who would see to it that the ones who deserved to go to Hell, did so.

He looked at me with dark, serious eyes. I know that he meant that I must stop playing around.

Then I woke up.

Salaam alaykum,

Sarah

A new friend visited me a few days ago. We spoke about Ayat Ul Kursi. She told me how hard it is to memorize and that she falls asleep from it. Not out of boredom but from sheer exhaustion. I suggested we learn this aya together, especially since it will give a lot of protection, in sha’Allah. Mothers and women need all the protection they can get.

Interestingly enough, I dreamt about ayat ul Kursi only a few days before meeting this lovely sister. I wrote it down right after waking up. Just in case.

I was walking through a lot of water and there were whirling winds around me and from everywhere I heard ayat ul kursi. Like the wind was carrying it. Even from my lips I noticed ayat ul kursi coming out without me noticing at first. The sound of ayat ul kursi was everywhere. Then I woke up.

In a nutshell, the aya is a verse from the second chapter of the Qur’an. For those who are not familiar with it, this is the meaning in English:

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“There is no god but He,
The Living, the Everlasting,
Slumber seizes Him not, neither sleep,
To Him belongs all that is in the heavens and the earth.
Who is there that can intercede with His, except by His leave?
He knows what lies before them and what is after them,
And they comprehend not anything of His Knowledge save as He wills.
His throne comprises the heavens and the earth,
The preserving of them fatigues Him not,
And He is the All-High, All-Glorious.”
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I have included a link to a website where you can learn ayat ul kursi by heart. I hope that this will assist you, me, and many more in sha’Allah.

Salaam alaykum,

Sarah

For all the madness and for all the makers of madness. For all the crazy things my eyes saw and my ears heard. For the endless strive to really believe that good guys win and that a little light can dissolve a lot of darkness. Hope is the last thing that vanishes. And if you’re a fool, it never does. Let’s hope I am a complete idiot.

سلام عليكم

ساره

This text is what I managed to type up from listening to a Jummu’ah sohba dated March 11, 2011. I took it upon myself to adjust the English that Shaykh Nazim uses, so that Western eyes can read it a bit smoother. In sha’Allah khayr. The link to the complete sohba is here.

Mankind now, they are like drunk ones through their technology. They are thinking that technology is enough for them or that lust is a target for them to control everything, through technology. Because they are drunk ones, technology can’t be directed by our willpower. It has a limit.

O people, we are going to another world. As we were through an unknown world and came here, the day will come that mankind, all of them will go to another unknown territory. That is such a knowledge that the Lord of the Heavens Our Creator sends our chosen ones to teach us what is going to happen for man. Individually and commonly.

But now people are leaving everything, running after technology and they are so happy and proud. They are thinking that technology is enough for them for everything!

I think that everyone today heard about a huge happening through Far East. That is earthquake and also tsunami. That mirror that they are making, showing to whole nations to people that they are looking and seeing the huge waves from oceans rushing on Japan and so many countries taking away everything from their technology.

Technology never does anything; it disappears. And I am asking; O, proud man! That you are so proud with your nuclear bombs. Throw on that tsunami one or ten or a thousand nuclear power. Can you stop it?

/…/

I am a weakest servant, to give a warning for whole nations.

And I am warning also, Kazafi/Kaddafi/Kawavi/Tarawi/Shatyaani/Jinni: keep your adab. Keep your hudud. Be humble. Don’t shout with a high voice. Keep your adab.

/…/

That He is ordering you to keep His servants, and he is doing – he said to do his best for mankind for his citizens – to make for them what is best for them; he is trying to do worst thing for his members! That Allah Almighty giving under His Command forty years and more to keep them and to keep his rights to make them happy, and he did for himself not for his nation and his nation is standing up and saying: “We don’t like YOU!”

And so many tyrants now through Egypt through Tunis through Jazair through Europeans, through Arabian countries, through Shaam through Iraq through Turkey, and China say: “We are here and if you are making anything, I am coming to you.” Threatening USA. Keep your limit! Keep your limit! Don’t say we can stop  tsunamis, no! It is enough even one meter distance may send and may sink all of  China under those tsunamis. Don’t say we are a billion or two billon people. They take through one hour, and then no one there!

Oh people! That is a heavenly warning! Say: O people, come to Islam! Aslem taslam! Those who are coming and keeping heavenly orders, he should be in safety here and in the Hereafter. Or I am sending on you so many kinds of curses  to take you away! Tawba ya Rabbi!!

Come to Islam. Be good mannered. Keep your honor. May Allah Almighty dress you. Don’t be dirty ones. You must take away dirty places or tsunamis may come on you also . Don’t say it is only from oceans; also from inside they come. Or coming from heavens that will make your island to be under the seas.

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O people! Now we are reaching the limit of man’s life on this planet. And so many, signs and signals are coming. I am happy for our dervish people, mureeds, our followers. There is a warning for them also. If anything happening through Mediterranean  sea that means Armageddon coming sooner. Armageddon sonner. Those who are asking to come and visit here, they must look what is the situation.

/…/

You must keep your homes, your children, your families and you must guide them for saving them.

/…/

Keep yourselves with your families with your children and try to be in the  countryside because big cities are under huge, huge danger. Only safe places are the countryside. Big cities under great dangers. Keep it.

May Allah forgive us. Tawba ya rabbi, tawba ya rabbi. Tawba wa astaghfirullah.

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And people may keep. Don’t waste, don’t waste. And keep something in your homes that should be enough for you for 40 days. Dont waste, don’t waste. Waste brings on waste people, a heavy burden.

Salaam alaykum,

Sarah

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