Monday, 15 March 2010
The Dream of the Grave
بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
I once had some reservations about a certain ‘shaykh.’ So I did my istikharah and left it at that. I had a long, vivid dream. I dreamt I was lying down in a shallow grave. I sat up and I was surrounded by a centre group of people who all belonged to the same majlis. I saw Shaykh Zakaria Bagharib (q.s.) there and I saw this particular shaykh who visits Singapore often. I could see right through them to the chair they sat on. They did not look too pleased. In the background, there were people. They were indistinct; although they had turbans and wore the traditional dress of the shuyukh of the Naqshbandi Order. There were many of them. I was told that this shaykh whom I could see through, had passed away and I felt great loss in my heart. This is strange since I never really thought I had a close relationship with him.
I saw this ‘shaykh’ of whom I had doubts and he was smiling broadly. He looked at me and said, “I love it!” And he was referring to a certain position of authority he had acquired. He was sitting down, dressed in the regalia of the Order, with the turban and the walking stick, and a woman unrelated to him came and kissed his hand. There were several such scenes and he was basking in the attention.
Finally, I saw the shaykh I was told had passed away. The shaykh had appointed this person. I asked, “Why him?”
And he replied, “There was nobody else.”