The Dreams

Dream 151

Under the tree we would sit with him, for evenings of both enjoyment and learning, when once he excused himself in order to take his medicine. He went up to his flat — but didn’t come back.

When one of us went to check on him, he found the apartment locked up tight from the outside. So began a fruitless search for him in all his haunts, as anxiety gripped us all equally — those who loved him, and those who hated him, and those who were indifferent to him as well.

Meanwhile, at our mosque, the imam led the Prayer for the Absent on the soul of the one who was no longer seen.