The Dreams

Dream 180

I dreamt of my mentor, Shaykh Mustafa Abd al-Raziq, when he was the head of al-Azhar.

As he entered the main office, I rushed to catch up with him, offering my hand in greeting. Walking along with him, inside I saw a sprawling, spectacular garden. He told me that he had planted it himself — half with native roses, the other half with Western ones.

He hoped the two would give birth to a wholly new kind — in form perfect, and in fragrance, sublime.