Risalah Ar-Rahman

July 5, 2025 Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiim "I dreamed that Allah showed me: Nabi Isa stood at his door, and I was in the back room, and he called out, 'Ruqhoyya, come!' I stood in the corridor of the back room. He said, 'Look! You did not obey Me. I commanded you to come, yet you did not listen.' I had an excuse, and I remained standing in the back room. Isa wore white clothing and appeared like an Arab man. Isa said, 'Come, follow Me!' He passed by me and stood in the back room. We went forth; I saw myself sitting, looking ahead, and we did not speak. I did not know where we were going. We stood inside a large cave, and I walked behind Isa. He led me to Dajjal once again. I observed how Isa walked and moved. He stood before a bound figure—why was it like a giant, roaring Kong-like creature, struggling weakly? It emitted a voice, then suddenly changed form. I wanted to see it clearly. Isa said, 'O Dajjal! Indeed, Allah bears witness to save His servants, yet His servants do not believe that Allah bears witness. You will make them follow you, but the promise of Allah is true—Allah will save His servants.' Dajjal said, 'You do not believe in Allah, nor are you certain of Allah. That is the truth: I am Allah. In the end, I am the one who will grant them peace, and I am the just Lord. They will enjoy their lives under my decree.' Isa said, 'No, O Dajjal! They are only deceived by your whispers. Your armies have cunningly misled all those whose faith in Allah’s testimony is weak.' I saw him—like a giant Kong—changing forms. He sat, weakened, yet his voice was not weak. He was powerless before Isa. Then he changed again, becoming human. He said, 'Ruqhoyya! You betrayed Me. I am your leader. I am your Imam,' and I hid behind Isa. 'I will not obey Allah’s words concerning you, for I am Allah Himself.' And he revealed his fierce face, transforming again—like Kong once more. I said, 'This is not my fault. I am only explaining what Allah has said.' And he weakened, changed form again: 'Do you not remember, Ruqhoyya? How I was in your place? We are brothers, we were like brothers,' and I saw him before me. He said again, 'You betrayed Me, Ruqhoyya,' and his face turned fiercely angry, returning to his original form. I said, 'Return to the path of Allah and humble yourself before Allah. Our Allah is One Allah, and He will never act unjustly. He is Most Just; He only seeks to set you right.' Then Isa said, 'Enough, Ruqhoyya!' And Isa took me away. I saw him passing by, standing and delivering words, while Isa waited before me. I said to Dajjal, 'Why do you not believe in the Allah who speaks to me?' Dajjal, in the form I recognized, said, 'I am your leader, Ruqhoyya, and you made a covenant with Allah—yet I am Allah’s chosen one. Make Me your leader.' And I sat before his prison. Isa waited behind me, turning to guard me. I said, 'We were friends in the realm of Ruh. Why have you become Dajjal? You always hated me, yet I was always kind to you.' And he, weakly, said, 'I am your leader, Ruqhoyya.' I said, 'We were three together, playing together—why are you like this?' He answered, looking at Isa standing behind me, and said, 'He—Isa—always took you from me. He played with you, and you both left me behind.' I said, 'Because you never wanted to be with us.' And I saw us as little children playing—three of us playing together. I remembered that place so clearly because we were always there, and Allah, behind a veil, was watching over us. Isa invited me to play, and my other friend would sulk in anger. I saw Allah behind the veil comforting him, yet he looked at me angrily as we left him behind. We played together, just the two of us, in that familiar garden. Another boy peeked at us but did not wish to join. I saw the young Nabi Isa—cheerful, his face radiant, a good and kind child who always made me happy and joyful. He did not care that my other friend was angry; he only showed his smile and cheer. We played as three, yet I was always excluded. My friend always delighted in being with Isa and hated when I joined. Whenever I was with Isa, he became angry as if refusing friendship. We ran through the same garden. Whenever Isa held my hand, he became angry and envious. We left Dajjal behind. I looked back with sadness. Isa said, 'Let us go!' And we were like childhood friends, while my friend remained behind, chained in prison. He changed form and looked sorrowful. I felt sorrow too, even though his form was terrifying. Why did this happen? Isa said, 'O Ruqhoyya! Believe in Allah, and do not exalt yourself above the words of Allah. When the grace of Allah overflows, do not turn it toward evil. Iblis will use strength.' And we departed, arriving at my home. I said to Isa, 'I wish to see your Jannah. May I enter it?' He nodded, and the great door opened. I entered Isa’s house. I did not feel unfamiliar in this home. I climbed its stairs. Isa sat upon his throne. I went up to the upper level and stood in the very same spot. I looked around, recognizing this place—truly, I recognized it. As I write this dream, this was my dream from 2016. I stood on the upper floor, beside its beautiful railing, when I dreamed of my house in the heavens and saw a woman resembling me inside that house. And that dream repeated again. Isa waited below. When I descended and left his house, standing in the vast, green garden, I saw again how I had once dreamed of being there—with Isa behind me. I saw the cascading waterfalls and branching rivers. I had been here before in my dreams. I recognized every place I visited. In my past dream, behind my house, there were tiered, clear waters, shining white—like water springing from the earth—and I remembered it all. I once told my friend, who is 'Ahlul Bayt.' Isa looked at me with his smile and said, 'Enough, Ruqhoyya. Let us go to your house.' And we arrived at my home. I went to my room and looked—my gift for me was still there. And I knew nothing more, then woke up." Ulaa'ika ‘alaa hudammirrabbihim wa ulaa'ika humul-muflihuun Aamiin, yaa Allah, yaa Rabb, yaa Sami', yaa Bashir, Alhamdulillah