28th September 2022.
It's been a while I didn't talk about dream since the last time about the prince charming who woke me up for Fajr prayer if you guys could recall. And this morning's dream is nothing less as happy as that one.
I dreamt that I woke up from everyday sleep like always but there were lots of people waiting around the bed. It was like around 30 people I don't really recognize but they somehow knew me in that dream. First when I got my eyelids opened they were all cheering and talking to each other " Raihana is awake, Raihana is awake " as if I slept for a quite long time and I was like, "oh yes, I am". I looked at those faces and I really, didn't know who they are, however their expressions and behaviors subtly indicating that I was in a comma.
Like always, I usually drink some water after my sleep - So I rose from that bed and tried to walk to the kitchen. The kitchen was filled with natural lighting, as warm-yellowish as heaven of evening. It was beautiful that it took some efforts for me to see the sink and the fridge. Suddenly there was a little boy around 2-3 years old tried to hold my hand and started to cry. He was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt and little blue jog pants. He looked puffy in his fits. I turned my face away, to the people who looked so relieved after my rise, asked them " Whose child is this? " and they were all showing no signs if the boy is theirs. I went to ask them again, " Can you guys please, poor the little boy " and there was one voice came out from the crowd saying " He's your son! "
I was clueless as hell and thought I must've been sleeping for too long that my brain cannot process the message properly. How come I have kids if I don't have anyone in the company? Once again, I asked them " Whose child is this little guy? " and most of them started to prattling that the kid is mine.
At that point, I was starting to believe them as the little boy was trying so hard to hold my hand and starting to be in tears. I took a stare into his innocent eyes and every detail on his sweet, chubby face - I found out that he has a glimpse of MY FACE WHEN I WAS LITTLE, the only difference that he owned fairer skin than mine. I looked on his eyebrows, that nearly looked like mine. I dove into his eyes again, and nose - where I felt that he looked like somebody I used to know before, but who? With who would I be married to? Is he a foreigner? Or is he someone from my circle? Where were I all this time, I couldn't even reminisce the moment the boy sees the light of the day either - poor child.
As I held his little puffy hands, the boy seemed to calm down but still with the frown, with his lovely face, facing me - How can a little boy, be this beautiful? It was surreal to believe too that the tiny angelic figure.. is mine? BING, I then noticed his face looked like who!
I turned my face again to the warm crowd behind me that was witnessing me and the boy, and hint them the father.. and I was right. No wonder, the son is as beautiful as his father.
The puzzle was nearly settled, with missing pieces of how come an impromtu night date in a car without any touchings could lead to the boy ndcebhfiudedemkrmfk
And in that dream, it was like the father just went to somewhere else, and I am proudly to admit I was about to get emotional there " dah tahu ada anak reti tinggal je keeeeeeeee?! " But thank God, the boy looked like he's been taken care by good hands during our absence.
May Allah bless our descendant, insyallah, ameen.
Excited mommy, hehehe
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