I wake up to the sound of Fajr azan (The call for prayer) and in extreme confusion get to the balcony. Azan and New Zealand, it just does not make any sense.
The sky is darker than usual.
Before I could establish anything further about my surroundings, I hear a loud, high-pitched siren indicating that something is wrong. In a few seconds, the city has transformed from peaceful to chaotic. There are people on the road, running around and shouting about something which is barely audible. Cars screeching and honking.
Then, I see my sisters in a car, panicked and asking me to get out and go with them because of the“tsunami”.
Fear gets hold of me but I decide to stay.
I tell them to run away fast and turn around to face the side of the balcony which oversees the ocean. The ground starts to shake. Before the building could collapse, a large wave covers the entire black sky and with speed moves towards the city.
I know that I am dying and without a second thought I take Shahada:
There is no god but God and Muhammad is the messenger of God
The wave engulfs me.
I eventually wake up on a patch of green grass. I am alive. Upon exploration, I find out that I am on an island which has the tallest trees with the largest and strangest red fruits that I have ever seen in my life. There is just water around me and nothing else. I am on an island alone.
Some dreams are so profound, soul-shaking and laced with layers of meaning that you wake up trembling and can recall each and every part of it as you rewind and replay it in your mind. This has been the fourth dream in my entire life that had the same effect.
I have a lot of questions. I am not sure why I took the Shahada as I am an atheist. I am not sure why I did not run away when I had the chance. I am not sure what that island represented. I am not sure if dreams are really a manifestation of the desires of our subconscious mind.
I shared my dream with my mother and she told me that she has been noticing that I had walked away from the path that was my calling. She told me that I should think about getting back to it.
I am perhaps trying to find meaning in things which do not carry any meaning, but, after all, I am a human. And that is what we do.