Risalah Ar-Rahman

August 8, 2025 Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiim "Last night I had a dream, I was taken by Nabi Isa to a house in a large vehicle, and we were inside that house, on the upper floor. He was very compassionate toward me; he felt deep sympathy, like a brother who loves me. He comforted me, and after bringing me back to my home, he departed. I felt as though I had someone who understands the work of Allah that I carry—the blame and burden of Risalah Allah. I felt relieved that someone understands and consoles me in my weariness. He left in order to protect me from fitnah. It was as if I had someone to whom I could pour out my heart about the pain I carry. He was a tall man, with wavy hair reaching below his ears. His skin was fair with a yellowish tint. He was large and tall, yet not fat. He departed after escorting me and comforting my exhaustion. Then I went outside the house. I saw outside a bustling crowd, with guest rooms and shops below. I observed a lively atmosphere, and I said, 'This inn—I built it earlier, but I no longer pay attention to it.' I looked at it; I had built it before with great effort. I said, 'Why did I let this inn be managed by others?' Yet I felt indifferent—let it be, since my house is behind that inn. But I am its owner. Only, is it still mine? I do not know, because I have not cared. I left it for others to manage, with rows of shops. Its bustle resembled a market with lights shining at night. And the people were very crowded all around it." Ulaa'ika ‘alaa hudammirrabbihim wa ulaa'ika humul-muflihuun Aamiin, yaa Allah, yaa Rabb, yaa Sami', yaa Bashir, Alhamdulillah