Yesterday, I met with my mother. She had passed away in 2010 and I dreamt about her in the month of June, 2013.
In the glorious month of Syaaban, my mother visited me here in this world. As I was looking after my father in Kuala Lumpur, she came to visit us one day.
I had a conversation with my mother.
I asked her the moment I saw her, ‘mother, mom you came from heaven? ’
She just smiled.
Then I asked again, ‘mom, tell me about God’s secrets, what were those secrets of God?
I felt like I had been waiting for this moment to ask, I knew she had the answer.
I didn't ask about her condition or how heaven is.
But I just wanted to know the most precious thing about God and His secrets.
Then mom said, ‘everything is counted by God, everything is taken into account, even the ones we didn’t notice or unthinkable.'
I asked, ‘What else mom, what else in His secrets?’.
She said, ‘You have to know yourself’’ while pointing her finger towards me.
I said, ‘which self mom, the lust self? The a’mal self?, what exactly mom?’.
Mom didn’t answer my question.
She walked to the room where my father slept.
She said, ‘that too counted’, while pointing at my calves.
I nodded and said, ‘this awrah, mom?, Is this awrah counted as well?’ repeated question but I understood the meaning of awrah she pointed out. It is to cover part of the body.
My mother nodded, agreed with me.
As she walked past and said, ‘rememberance of God always, it is counted and always be counted'
I was kind of agreed with her this time and said, ‘Do you mean 24 hours of remembrance, mom?’
I was just to confirm how much of remembrance I needed to do.
She nodded.
I took my mother to my father's room. My little daughter was in there too and both of them were sleeping.
My mother had a joyful character in this world, so the way she woken them up was like, ‘Amboi, so long you guys been sleeping, don’t you wanna wake up?’
My mother greeted my father who slept so soundly with her joyful character. My father awaken and his eyes blinked at my mother, presumably felt like a dream maybe.
Then I said, ‘father, this is arwah mom’
Arwah is a spirit ghost.
My father hugged mother. I saw his old age without teeth while my mother looked younger in her bunned hair.
While I waited for her to be taken by someone, I saw she smiled looking that person and they vanished from my sight.
I woke up before dawn and had my gratitude prayer to God and made du’a for my mother’s spirit.
There were some peculiarity here. First, how much I wanted to know the secrets of God had for us in this world and the afterlife. Second, I found that I referred my deceased mother as the spirit ghost (arwah), and not a living person anymore.
I knew my heart had always wanted to learn about His secrets in the afterlife, I cannot denied that I will ask those questions to my mother or divine source who I believed can deliver me the message.
I knew she was in a happy place, far away land and her spirit was not bounded to this earth.
Meeting her had cured my longing for her which, I had missed so much since we departed, three years ago.
Salam and greetings to my mother Siti Rahela, may your spirit be blessed in Paradise.