One night, I heard my breath recited dhikr “Laisalaha mundunillahi kasyifah”, chanting repeatedly. My Breath does not leave my body when my spirit of Ruh away into another realm. The moment Ruh came back into the body, I woke up only to hear the chanting of my breath, repeatedly in this verse, ’there’s nothing without Allah and Allah who heals’.
My instinct to care for him as a way of gratitude , turned out to be my last chance to send him off to Rahmatullah with Basmallah. The greatness of Bismillahi Rahmanir Rahim is not an ordinary chant of dhikr. The word had showed itself the miracle of ‘Kun’ (BE).
While I was experiencing the science of wisdom from my dreams, each prayer now turned into a beautiful song. A line of verse sang in the language of God (Arabic) and a line of the meaning (in malay) whispered in my heart. My prayers became longer and kusyu’… I have so much faith in my dreams that I obeyed and I followed.
Knowledge and Destiny were written in the book of Lauh Mahfuzh and it will be sealed upon your death. You became an immortal being, with a tablet of your past memories. No destiny is written after death. Nah, why some ghost spirits still living on earth when they should be departed to the other side? Why their shadows were always behind you and your family?
Why can’t you see the path in front and behind you? Didn’t your a’mal prayers shed you some lights to show your path? How are you going to lead your life in the afterlife without being SEEN by the UNSEEN? Isn’t your path should enlightened your soul, uplifted you from darkness so you truly walked the path of the Messengers?
The VILLAGE is located between the position of the index finger that lifts up on ‘shahada’, the witness statement in muslim prayer. The location is between the intersection of two roads. The path pointed up is going to heaven (Firdaus) and the path pointed down is going to hell.
Many people described ‘solehah’ or ‘soleh’ with an outward clothing, the pious look with full hijab veil and a long robe. But the pious ‘solehah’ is much hidden from the external view.
This was the most important dialogue I ever wanted to hear, about the day of my death. Oh God, I surrendered if I have to leave this world at age 59. It is an odd number that you have given to me. Do not prolong my life O Rabbi. I am okay with leaving early. The age seems long enough for me to be in this w
I looked up at the sky and I saw the clouds gathered again and became the verse (Quranic verse). I’m trying to read them. It was difficult, because the letters of Arabic alphabet formed from the clouds were not clear to me. At 3 am, my tongue repeatedly uttering the word, ‘verse, verse, verse’ … startled from sleep, thinking what has happened to me?
I met Moses, eye to eye talking to Him in a distance of two feet. I saw he was the figure of an old man, his skeleton was moderately thin, not hunched over, still upright, wore a white robe (from afar his robe and skin glowed radiantly bright).
He held a stick, the length of the stick was about higher than his height. The stick was straight but notched, dark brown in color. He held the stick in the middle, not at the end. The stick I saw did not hit the ground.