This may seem strange to you especially if you haven’t walked in my proverbial shoes…..
This Ramadan I am spilling with gratitude at every step……..every door I open the breeze of good ness blows my way.
One Ramadan morning I fall asleep after fajr Salah and walk into a real dream. Where he vibrant with life is busy with friends and family and I am a bystander.
I open a book given by a friend and it reads……….
“For this I am grateful: Dreams of my deceased son to visit me when I sleep”