I rarely have dreams, once in awhile perhaps, and they’re usually nothing significant. Most of the time, I don’t even remember the things that I dream about. Two nights ago, however, I had one of the weirdest dreams ever and I remember almost every detail of it until today. I feel that perhaps I should share…

I was with one of my close friends, Adilah, and we were at this huuuuuge green field with hills surrounding it. There was a religious ceremony going on and it involved Prophet Muhammad (pbuh). Don’t ask me how in this time and day I expect Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) to be here, but in my dream, he was. I’m not even sure what ceremony it was but there was a massive crowd. He was dressed in a robe of some sort. I could not see his face, but I knew it was our Prophet Muhammad (pbuh).

Adilah and I wanted to watch, but because there was just too many people we decided to go a little further, climb up a hill and watch from afar. As we were walking up a nearby hill, a HUGE flock of birds flew by in the sky. Really huge flock, there must’ve been about thousands of birds covering the sky.

At first, they were flying at random and then suddenly they flew into a formation and spelled out in Arabic script, Muhammad (Mim Ha Mim Dal). The two of us stopped walking and just stared at the birds open-mouthed. Then somehow, the ceremony was over and the flock of birds (now no longer in formation) continued flying around that area in a flock.

Suddenly, the birds grouped together and then all of them dispersed flying in different directions. As they flew away, they revealed an aircraft (not unlike an aeroplane).

The aircraft was flying out of control. Just before it crashed, the aircraft flew really low that were able to see the panic-stricken faces of the pilot and stewardess that was next to him. I don’t quite remember how the pilot looked like but the stewardess looked a lot like the Duchess of Cornwall (complete with the flicked ash-blonde hair). Not long after that it plunged to the ground nearby where we were standing and crashed.

And that was that.

I have vague of memory of what happened next. I must’ve woken up.


The husband told me that he learned that if you dream of the Prophet, then it is him as Shaytaan cannot appear in his image.
Abu Hurairah (radhiallahu anhu) said that the Prophet (sallallaahu ‘alaihi wa sallam – SAWS) said: ‘Name yourselves with my name, but do not call yourselves with my nickname; and whoever sees me in his dream, he has [truly] seen me, for Shaytaan (Satan) never appears in my image. And he who purposefully speaks a lie against me, will have his seat in the Fire.’ (Al-Bukhari)
I didn’t see the Prophet’s face, but I was aware of his presence and having the birds spell out his name in Arabic was another wow factor. I have absolutely no idea what the dream meant (especially the aircraft crashing part), but I thank Allah for blessing me with such a dream. 
SubhanAllah. 

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