Risalah Ar-Rahman

November 30, 2025 Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiim "I told this dream before, either to the group or only to Nida and Zainab—I don't remember. In the dream, suddenly officers and their commander came to my house, very many of them. And I was surprised that my husband did not get angry, even though I had previously been given the statement: 'If again people gather and surround my house like before during the mubahalah when Osama claimed to be Rasulullah, my husband will leave me.' That was his threat. And in the dream, many officers and their leader came to my house. I kept turning around searching for clothing. I saw my clothes hanging on many hangers, but strangely, when I wore one, it only reached down to my calves and the lower part was exposed. I kept searching for a long garment, but could not find one. I wondered where my clothes were. Weren't my clothes hung inside the closet? Why wasn't a single one long enough? I saw a new prayer garment wrapped in plastic. I said, 'The prayer garment has a long skirt; I can use it.' So I opened the new plastic wrapping, but that prayer garment was also short. I was amazed—wasn't the skirt of a prayer garment usually long? And my husband said, 'Hurry up and come out; people are already waiting.' And I became distressed, turning around again searching for a long garment. But I could not find one. Then I searched again and found one long garment. I wore it, and indeed this garment was long—my calves were not visible. But the khimar was missing, along with the niqab. I kept turning around again searching. It felt like I had already spent two hours looking for my clothes, yet still could not find them. Strangely, the people waiting did not get angry. I peeked from behind the door curtain and looked. I saw police officers with their commander and a crowd of people. But why wasn't my husband angry? Wasn't I previously visited by police due to the slander that I was misguided? That's what felt real in my dream. And I peeked again at the front area. I saw many media crews with microphones, and I saw a long table filled with microphones. I was amazed—there was truly no anger, even though important people had come to see me. And I saw that my husband was not at all angry, except that he kept urging me to come out. But I could not come out, and not a single person was angry with me. Then I woke up. And I reflected: this is the second time I've dreamed that Allah has hidden my clothing, and I could not come out when people demanded mubahalah and pressured me, and my niqab was hidden by Allah along with my khimar." Ulaa'ika ‘alaa hudammirrabbihim wa ulaa'ika humul-muflihuun Aamiin, yaa Allah, yaa Rabb, yaa Sami', yaa Bashir, Alhamdulillah