Last night was pretty vibrant with diamonds in the sky. Beautiful Canvas: one could imagine, there is a purity about the mysteries of the universe. What a magnificent Creator we have! Scratching some sleep in the depth of my memories, I slept on the roof unannounced. My reality brightened up early when a brilliant dream intervened my sleep. I finally ask you out for a tea meeting. It was a beautiful ‘yes.’ In my dream, I had everything I ask for. I was delighted to see you in person after a long year of my eyes stitched to my laptop screen. Punctuality is my thing, but the dreams work in mysterious ways. Barzakh is not a human being thing, so, let it be in the mysterious corner where Allah has hidden it. I was extremely late to reach our destination because of some house chores. To complete some other work I came out of the room while combing my all unsettled hairstyle, I flabbergasted at the astonishing view I had.
You are sitting in the hall, “I thought I should come to pick you up from your home," you spoke with a nervous smile. Such a magnificent surprise brought a vibrant smile on my face and I tried hiding it.
“What about some tea?” I offered favourite beverage to my dream gentleman.
“..and some cookies, ammi told me you're baking some, the house is filled with delicious fragrance that I can't resist asking for it,” he added.
Running to the kitchen, I placed the tea in my favorite cup and placed homemade cookies. I tried to get his glance but kitchen curtain made a win by obscuring my handsome view.
Familiar noise at the grandmother's house bothered me, but his calmness filled the house as freshly cooked fruit butter's aroma. His laughter and comforting words did the wonders as rain does to a shriveled plant.
The orders to pick flowers from the nearby park was countermanded by me. Hence, I picked up the bunch of Arabian Jasmine, Gardenia, roses and few sweet scented wild flowers from the aangan and wrapped them inside parchment paper as his welcome gift.
The tough winds and mosquito bzzzzzzz brought me back to reality. But, I was still in the dream realm with zero senses in this world.
The dream was dark, foggy, but his smile was clearly visible in the complex structure of my midnight dream narrative.
What is a sound sleep?
• A sleep where dreams are embedded with pearls of reality we hold.
• Waking up doesn't feel a burden, and the most mundane activities feel lovely. For example-combing hair, hanging clothes to dry, feeling comfortable in old chappals or flip-flops.
• A sleep with sane awakening. The eyes feel fresh, the chirping of birds are bliss to ears, mindfulness with noor In heart which remembers Allah Subhanawultala well.
My dream person has a face and an angelic lifestyle in reality. He is an amazing tennis player, and a wonderful singer. Every time I admire him by my poems, he smiles and conveys gratitude.
“How long will it take for me to bake him cookies in real life?” I often question myself.
I've had a dream with him where he's completely mine without a curtain of sleep. In my reality, he's a dream with a curtain of reality. What a blessing!
According to The Sandman Comic, everything changes in the dream realm, but nothing is truly lost.
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