The Dreams

Dream 194

From the radiating waves of light, my deceased friend “T” abruptly emerged.

Welcoming him, I told him he’d departed without even an obituary. Nor had he had a proper wake. The workers had shown up to set up the tent, yet no one came to offer their condolences. Not even a Qur’an reader appeared.

My friend then rose upon a throne, chanting with a pleasing voice the Chapter of the Compassionate One.