Risalah Ar-Rahman

June 23, 2025 Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiim "I walked in my house near Isa ibn Maryam in my dream. Prophet Isa was sitting in front of the door of his Jannah; he stood up when I came and said, 'O Ruqhoyya! Come at my call, I will show you something.' And I nodded, and we went. He took me to a beautiful place, and I did not know where it was. Suddenly, I saw myself and Isa ibn Maryam walking among green trees. I had seen this place before—it felt familiar to me. We headed toward a certain spot where there were tall, large green trees and a beautiful pond. We walked along a pathway like in a beautiful forest garden, and I saw my father sitting beside that pond. My father looked young and wore white clothes, the kind I had seen before. We embraced him—Isa gently hugged him, and I embraced my father with deep longing. I cried upon seeing him; he smiled at me. Isa said, 'This is where your father is. ALLAH has honored him because he constantly reminded you about Ahmad, and you are the Light-of-Ahmad.' And I saw my father smile and spread his arms open again. My father only smiled, saying nothing. Isa said, 'Your father kept reminding you about Ahmad—every conversation he had with you was about Ahmad. ALLAH has placed him in this Jannah, Jannah 'Adn. Indeed, this is your father’s place.' And my father smiled at me, and we walked together—three of us—beside rivers with white water, and I saw layers upon layers of flowing waters. I felt I remembered this place. Isa said, 'Your father spoke about Muhammad at all times,' and he explained with a gesture of his hand, 'Your father kept reminding you about Ahmad until you said, "Why always Prophet Muhammad?" Indeed, your father always reminded you of this.' And I nodded, gazing at my father with his smile, and then we took our leave. My father waved his hand at me with a smile. Wallahi, I saw this as if within my dream. We departed, and Prophet Isa smiled and waved his hand. Suddenly, we arrived at my house, and Isa said, 'Later, I will tell you your place in the Jannah of Allah. Indeed, you will be gathered among the Witnesses of Allah, as promised by Allah, and I will be ahead of you, just as I am also a Witness of Allah.' And I said, 'All praise is due to Allah, Lord of the worlds, Who has granted us the Straight Path and goodness. May we remain in Allah’s goodness until our death, and may we attain goodness when we are resurrected.' Prophet Isa smiled at me. I said, 'I will return to my home,' and Isa said, 'Yes, fulfill the promise of Allah. I will come because of Allah’s promise when the time arrives. I warn you in this world: the door of Allah’s forgiveness has been closed.' And I nodded and ran backward, as if throwing myself back home. I woke up, and I remembered—every part that Prophet Isa said was true, and the part where Prophet Isa brought me to my father occurred in a dream from my past, two years after my father passed away. And in that dream, I was about to give birth, in the year 2008. But before that, I dreamed I was going to a certain place on my motorcycle. I entered a green forest—trees towering high, trunks massive and tall, with a deep, rich green color, a very dark green. And I saw my father sitting there, as if waiting for me. Beside him was a pond and a pathway leading deeper into the green forest. I saw my father waiting with profound longing. I was overjoyed to meet him. In the dream, I directed my motorcycle toward him, but suddenly my father stood up smiling, waved his hand, and entered into the green forest. I did not follow him but continued straight ahead on the path before me, content that I had met my father and seen him. Indeed, by Allah in Whose Hand is my soul, every conversation I have is about Prophet Muhammad—always emulating Prophet Muhammad. At first, I did not understand or listen. Sometimes (forgive me) I grew tired of hearing it, because I was still young and knew nothing, even until his final moments. In every conversation, it was Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him). And when he passed away, Prophet Muhammad came to me in my second dream—the first time, long before my father died. Prophet Muhammad often came to me in dreams, but I did not understand until He Who made me understand: in my dream, Prophet Muhammad kissed my hand, and afterward, I deeply longed for him. And I concealed that part of the dream—why did Prophet Muhammad kiss my hand?! And in another incident shown to me by Allah, I did not want Prophet Muhammad to call me 'My daughter,' and he wept until I said, 'I am Your Ummah,' but Prophet Muhammad left weeping. So I said, 'I am Your granddaughter,' so that Prophet Muhammad would stop weeping, and he smiled. Then Prophet Muhammad said, 'My daughter!' And I said, 'I am Your granddaughter.' Because it was impossible for me to be his daughter, yet I said 'granddaughter' so that Prophet Muhammad would not weep. Then he embraced me and said, 'Smile!' And I smiled because I could not bear to see him weeping. That same night, Allah showed me a dream: Prophet Muhammad came to my house with my father, and my father smiled at me. Indeed, I felt I was about to die—my father and Prophet Muhammad had come, and I felt my father had come to take me. And this was before Allah made me His Witness. After Allah said, 'You are Ruqhoyya bint Muhammad,' Allah made me His Witness, yet I refused to be called 'Ruqhoyya' because I was afraid. I accepted it anyway. One day, Allah became angry because I said, 'I am not Ruqhoyya...' And Allah said, 'All Glory is His,' and the veins in my neck tightened and stiffened. I feared a stroke in my mind, for I knew nothing—only Allah knows. I begged for forgiveness, and everything became well again. And I became fearful afterward. Prophet Muhammad often appeared in my dreams and said, 'Follow Allah’s command, my child!' Indeed, I knew nothing except obedience and conveying. Because Allah has spoken in the inspiration of my heart and innermost being since my childhood. And Lights came upon me, enveloping me in my dreams and even in waking reality before my very eyes. Indeed, only Allah knows—I knew nothing except sharing with my friend 'Nida.' Until Allah made me a Witness and opened the dreams, and everything became known to Nida, whom Allah called 'My Witness.' Allah gave her the name 'Khadijah,' and Allah said, 'She is like Khadijah to Me.' Wallahu A'lam Bisshawab." Ulaa'ika ‘alaa hudammirrabbihim wa ulaa'ika humul-muflihuun Aamiin, yaa Allah, yaa Rabb, yaa Sami', yaa Bashir, Alhamdulillah