A silhouette appeared with the resemblance of a “MOULANA”. The long khimaar and turban suggested this and as this being approached me, I felt a sense of fear engulf me.
The next moment I was in a chair with “MOULANA” reading from some sort of book. On closer observation, I recognized the writing; it was similar to what my dadi used to read when she was alive. Although I never read one myself or saw one at home, I had always wondered what that book was and what its significance was. Little was I aware that I was listening to the words of “MY ALMIGHTY”.
The melodious recital continued and I fell into a state of trance. Every word that was read, every aayat mentioned and every chapter recited only increased my inclination. The sound of a trumpet being blown woke me from my hypnosis. I glanced about the room and surreptitiously left. I don’t know who that being was how I had drifted into a state of trance or where the trumpet noise came from, all I know is that “MY ANGEL” came right in the nick of time and filled the open spaces within my heart. On my return flight home, my life flashed before my eyes and for every wrong deed I did, an aayat of the Qur’an came to mind. When I landed in Johannesburg, I was sure to purchase a Qur’an box.
Sitting on my bed, the yellow florescent side lamp creating shadows on the walls, I opened the Qur’an box unaware of the fact that it was not a Qur’an that it contained but a……….
‘ IT MAY BE THAT ONE DAY WILL CHANGE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE…”
- YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM