Solat hajat, baca quran, solat isthikhrah, solat tahajjud and then I drifted in and out of a fitful sleep...last time I checked my watch it was 5 in the morning.
I had a dream...
I saw my grandfather...and he was with a bunch of children in a garden playing...or was it? I don't know, it was not like any garden I have ever seen before. It was like all different beautiful environments, all piled up and melded into one, you know what I mean? The river that was flowing was white...like, WHITE white.
My grandfather was really handsome and wrinkle free. Dashing he is, no wonder my grandmother was smitten. I saw Azalia, my cousin...only, she didn't look like she did when she was here, but I knew it was her, she waved and went back playing...I saw some other kids playing around my grandfather which I knew was somehow related to me, but I could not recognise them or who they were.
He looked at me and he smiled, my grandfather. I remember feeling distraught and wanting to talk to him about something... but he only said this and I remember it clearly:-
And then he smiled at me...and then I woke up.
And I immediately wrote this down.
Terima kasih Tok, kerana mendoakan cucumu ini.