The Dreams

Dream 190

I learned that my friend “G” had sought refuge in his room and was threatening to take his own life. I went to his house, where I found his brothers and sisters gathered in the grand sitting room, which he gazed down upon through a peephole, a rope tied around his neck.

“Are you a believer?” I asked him. “The faithful don’t indulge in suicide.”

“The doors and windows have been shut in my face,” he replied. “When I tell them, ‘Get out of the way,’ they don’t move. I have declared my wish to die as a martyr, but they won’t let me leave. So all I have left is this.”

“Let him go out and do as he will,” I urged them, “for martyrdom is a million times better than just killing yourself.”