So during sleep, our souls are wandering, i don't know where.
I'd like to think that mine has met my mom's in the other dimension.
So before I forget... Just now I took a nap after my subuh, and I dreamt.
We were somehow living in a condo on the ground floor. And as I was sliding the window, open, I found that somehow it was not moving evenly. (must be all the architect videos I was watching). And then I checked below, and found that when i moved the window, the wall below it shifted and then one more slide of the window, the wall broke into pieces.
I called my husband, and as I was speaking to him, in some how a chaotic situation - everyone was talking - the door bell rang. We opened the door and my mother was there! She had straight should length hair in white dress (yes white dress - probably like the one my daughter has) and she was smiling so widely. So I said 'mak!!' and hugged her tight.
I looked for my father, but apparently she came alone. I asked her to sit, and I think at that point her hair looked more like when she left us.
At that point somehow, I supposedly woke up from my dream and went to tell my husband that I dreamt of my mom so vividly - very vividly it was as if she was really really here.
And then Hanaa came out to show me a photo frame she wanted to give me for my birthday and it was a picture of her, my mother and me. And she said, 'you know atuk chose this picture right'?
[after this i'm not sure which comes first and the exact sequence, but the following happened in my dream]
Then I continued complaining to my husband about the wall, and somehow, he was already at another place and I found myself talking to the wall (wow - this is...).
Then I noticed that there were many drawings on the wall, and Hadi said it was his, from when he was a boy. He ran in the room to take something to show.
And then I went back 'downstairs', now it's somehow downstairs' to the balcony by the river - or was it flooded? - anyway, someone found a body that may still be alive, and the doctor and ambulance was waiting there, then suddenly the boy was on a floating stage of somekind with another boy who is chinese, interviewing him for short while and speak a bit and finished of with some arabic phrases like he heard on the radio at the end of religious lectures.. (was that Isa Ma? haha).
And then I recalled the very vivid dream I had about my mom - and then I woke up for real and now I am smiling, happy that I had a dream about my mom - even if it was a dream, in that dream - it was vivid and she looked so well and happy :)
May Allaah forgive all of our parents sins and gather all of us in Jannatul Firdaus. Aamiin.
Have a great Friday. :)
Then I went back 'upstairs' to see the situation about the wall.