Risalah Ar-Rahman

September 29, 2025 Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiim "I saw myself going toward the Prophet's Mosque (Masjid Nabawi), wearing a beige Travel Umroh shirt, walking among a large crowd of people. Then I saw Prophet Muhammad in the courtyard of Masjid Nabawi, walking toward me from the direction of the gate. I waved my hand as I approached the Messenger of Allah, and the Messenger of Allah smiled at me. I walked quickly and reached his presence. I saw Prophet Muhammad was extremely joyful, wearing a brown thobe and a head covering like that of an Arab. Prophet Muhammad embraced me from the side while walking, and placed his hand upon my head. Then he led me outside the fence of Masjid Nabawi. We were at the front corner side. Prophet Muhammad said, 'O my child! Go to Makkah in gratitude, pray for my ummah, ask Allah to admit all of my ummah into the Righteous Group, the group whom Allah will honor in the gathering on the Day of Judgment.' And I saw the body of Prophet Muhammad trembling; he wept, placing the tips of his thumb and index finger at the corners of his eyes. I looked at the Messenger of Allah and said, 'O Messenger of Allah! I have already made such a prayer in Ar-Raudah.' Then Prophet Muhammad embraced me, and we walked together in the courtyard of the mosque. Prophet Muhammad said, 'This is my house; you were always here during your childhood. But now this house is no longer yours. After you give thanks, go toward the east.' And I looked at the Messenger of Allah (while writing this dream, I remembered my dream: I built a house here, but this house is no longer mine). We arrived at the back side of the mosque near the Prophet's Dome, and I gazed at him. The Messenger of Allah said, 'Go to Makkah, my child! Wherever you are, I am near you. ALLAH protects you. And call upon my ummah!' I nodded, and we entered Ar-Raudah. Then I found myself walking alone. Where was Prophet Muhammad? I felt as if bidding farewell, and I wept there—Prophet Muhammad had already gone. Asshalātu Wassalāmu 'alaika yaa Rasulullah. I felt a sense of estrangement here. Prophet Muhammad has passed away, and I stood silently in stillness. Then I left. I felt sad and wept. I woke up, and the dream ended. Before I reached Madinah, Allah gave me a dream: I was inside a large bus, and Prophet Muhammad was driving me. He was steering the bus. I saw his beautiful face, fair reddish skin, broad countenance, and he was very affectionate toward me. We arrived at the hotel. Prophet Muhammad took me upstairs, leading me to a room. I sat beside the bed, and Prophet Muhammad also sat beside me. Then he took my head and laid it upon his right thigh, stroking my head like a father would comfort a child. I felt shy because I am already an adult. And I felt that only Prophet Muhammad knew what was in my heart, my sorrow—I would not complain, yet he knew my exhaustion and all that I carry. He stroked my head as if I were his own child. Then Prophet Muhammad rose, went downstairs, walked into the courtyard, and departed. I looked down from above, watching where Prophet Muhammad had gone. I ran downstairs chasing him, but he had already disappeared. I looked at the multi-storied buildings which had become hotels. I walked toward the back, and saw shops beside them. I walked into a corridor and saw hotel rooms. I thought: this area once belonged to me. I built these rooms. I thought this house was mine, but now it is no longer mine. Where are the ownership papers of my house? I built it before, and I saw the rooms—no longer unfamiliar—this house is mine. I will ask my husband: did I not build this house before? But why has it become a shopping center and a hotel with rooms? This building is now managed by others and no longer belongs to me, though I once built it. Where is my husband? I will ask where the documents are. Then I woke up, feeling that I once owned a house and rooms, but they are no longer mine. I realized it was only a dream. And the man I thought of in the dream sensed my inner state through Risalah-Allah." Ulaa'ika ‘alaa hudammirrabbihim wa ulaa'ika humul-muflihuun Aamiin, yaa Allah, yaa Rabb, yaa Sami', yaa Bashir, Alhamdulillah