Risalah Ar-Rahman

July 19, 2025 Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiim "I am estranged and I am at my neighbor's house area. Something has happened and changed; I cannot describe this period. I am in a difficult state, I am hiding, I am in my neighbor’s house, I am hiding there. There are many secrets here, and I will only reveal a little. I am with Khadijah. I said to Khadijah, 'Look at this change—there are many LGBT people here, and the situation has changed.' I said something to Habiba Khadijah, 'It is I whom the Dajjal seeks,' and Khadijah was shocked upon hearing this. I am in my neighbor’s house due to the changing circumstances everywhere. The LGBT people are committing disgraceful acts before my eyes. I am hiding in my neighbor’s house. My neighbor looks at me strangely. My eyes have gray-colored contact lenses, and I removed them—I took them out and found there were two more pairs underneath. It stung terribly. Khadijah took one pair, and I removed several more pairs to avoid dust. I was cautious. I looked in the mirror—why were my contact lenses piling up in my eyes? All these changes within me felt strange. This is not me. I have become much younger. People looked at me strangely, but they said nothing. My eyes appeared as if layered with one lens upon another. It was painful. I wondered at all these changes—they felt so strange. Then my eyes returned to normal after removing the contact lenses. Apparently, the contact lenses had piled up in my eyes, and once I removed them, I returned to my original state. I gazed at myself in the mirror. Allah granted understanding within my qalbu. I felt satisfied that my eyes were healed from the pain caused by the piled-up lenses, and I understood the changes. And one thing I realized. I said to Khadijah, 'Actually, it is I whom the Dajjal is seeking. Please keep this secret.' And Khadijah said, 'Yes.' We were at the pool, but I was exiled to the neighboring house due to a certain matter. But suddenly I saw the Dajjal had arrived abruptly. I exclaimed, 'Why so quickly!' And we ran. The Dajjal fiercely threw his knife at me. I rolled on the ground to evade it. I saw Khadijah, my neighbor, and Habiba Fakhitah watching anxiously but unable to do anything. The Dajjal—the person I know—appeared vicious. I looked at him; he was tall, with a fierce face full of anger. He threw the knife again, and it flew, spinning through the air. I saw it as if it were a round, branching knife. He hurled it toward me, and it spun, chasing me. People only stared in shock and fear. The Dajjal, with his fierce and angry face, was full of hatred toward me. He was someone I knew, yet filled with enmity and rage. He had come—I thought he would come later, but this was beyond my expectation. And I saw his viciousness, his intent to kill me. Then he threw the knife again, spinning toward me. I rolled on the ground, pleading to Allah for safety, and the knife nearly struck me. I ran and rolled to avoid the sharp, spinning knife. I wondered—why is he so angry at me, after I had spoken something to Khadijah, whereas this decree is from Allah? I pleaded to Allah, and Allah awakened me. I felt exhausted." Ulaa'ika ‘alaa hudammirrabbihim wa ulaa'ika humul-muflihuun Aamiin, yaa Allah, yaa Rabb, yaa Sami', yaa Bashir, Alhamdulillah