YOUR SALAM IS MY DOWER

Light

I got to my apartment with my lunglai helpless body my tears came back flowing like a waterfall that jumped from the top of a mountain, my helplessness caused me to fall down in the living room with my chest hand that was so tight, I felt like I was sliced with a knife so sick, she said, what I'm feeling is I can't control, really,

I collapsed in a prone position, though,

my chest cavity seemed to lose oxygen to breathe, the heat in the AC room was so cold that I continued to dissolve in anxiety no matter what, I did not realize my eyes closed, I was closed, I really thought I was going to die today, and I haven't had time to say a sacred sentence to embrace Islam.

I wanted to scream for help but my voice was stuck in my throat,

My Lord, let me know you before I die.

I walked in an endless hallway, the shirt and suit with the trousers I wore when I met prof hasan degar had now changed,

I was wearing a cloak like Mehmet's faith, but it was white,

I walked barefoot, there was no one there, just me and all turned pure white.

'me where??

I felt everything there but still I don't know where this place is.

I kept walking down a place I didn't know where I was.

then I saw a light so dazzling to my eyes, there were two names that were between them, I wanted to read them but the glare made it difficult for me, as I raised my hand trying to reach the writing with my dim eyes.

ALLAHS...

MOHAMMED....

ALLAHS....

MOHAMMEDAN..

the two names then spread around me, suddenly the sound of Arabic sound like a reminder of prayer I had with in the grand mosque mardin when I met imam Mehmet for the second time.

my body trembled violently, as if I had received a call from God that I had never experienced in my life.My tears came back to me crying as soon as the call was so close to my hearing.

feelings of longing so deep do not know where the source of .

Sombre from a distance I saw the figure of a beautiful woman with a shady face wearing a white dress in line with me, she opened her arms wide as if waiting for my arrival to go there.

I am trained to step on my feet,

getting closer to the beautiful woman with a long dangling head covering and a smile that is so peaceful,

Aaa...Adinka, the words escaped my mouth that was silenced.

" Ayok Professor's..ALLAH has been waiting for you in his mosque, there is Muhammad the messenger of ALLAH who is also very happy when you trust him .

ayooo Professor, come here, man,,

A smile that was so peaceful made me want to run towards her, for a moment I was silent my steps were stifled, instantly the light was lost shadow adinka slowly away from me,.

I was screaming for Adinka's name to stay here with me.

Adinkaaaaa.

My body is still shaking, my eyes are starting to gnaw, I slowly open

turns out this is just a dream

my position is still on my stomach, but this dream is so strange, my cry in the dream but in fact my face is wet with tears that still flow there.

I looked at my watch, showing the time it had been late afternoon at 4, it turned out I slept very long, it was,.

I slowly got up and put my body on the sofa, after a while I decided to go to the room to change my clothes,.

and take food,

because I've already set my lunch hour.

While enjoying my food, my heart returned to praying that I had never done in my entire life.

" Lord.Help me to find your majesty".

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