Trials of Life! Do Not Give Up!
My Late Mother PBUH and My Father PBUH Dream!
My Most Vivid Dream!
Yesterday I had a very tearful crying weepy dream of my late Father and Mother Allah Rahimuun!
Before the Zanzibar Bloody Revolution 12 January 1964 I was chosen to go to Form 1 Standard Nine in King George The Sixth 6 Secondary School in Zanzibar! The announcement was made on Friday January 10 1964 – and 2 days later The First African Ethnic Cleansing Bloody Revolution came!
My name was removed because they thought I was Royal Family because my number was 102 and I just used Majid Said as my name!
Later on in March I returned to Mafia Island Chole Tanzania to my old school Aga Khan School where I had to repeat Class 8 because Tanganyika did not recognise I had passed on to Secondary School in Zanzibar.
My Headmaster P S Rangar Singh told me he had tried hard but can only be alllowed to repeat Class 8 despite syllabus being different to Zanzibar.
I was reluctant to repeat Class 8 but in the end had to just give up!
On the day I went back to class 8 – I had cried very much and my heart was broken! My Mother Allah Rahmah hugged me crying with me!had I was surprised that even my Father cried too in his own way!
Next day I started to repeat my class 8 in Mafia. Al Hamdu Lillah with flying colours – I had passed my Final Exams and went to Form 1 in Dar es Salaam – Commercial Capital of Tanzania!
The rest is history!
Yesterday night Subhanna Allah was Repeat Scene of that night of my crying!
I do not know what dreams really mean – but just to say Al Hamdu Lillah!
AL HAMDU LILLAH!
My Books at –
My Late Mother Bi. Jokha with the twins Majda and Maliha!
Her website here at – http://www.mylatemother.weebly.com
My Most Vivid Dream! The Sequel!
In one of my articles, that I had written as a young boy for a National Writing Competition in that distant land was titled – My Most Vivid Dream! I have never given so much details until now what I had really dreamt in that dream – because sometimes it is better that way! But in a nutshell the dream had never turned to reality – but only to find myself instead – with my family – returning to Oman – after my late father had left for East Africa as a young man with 2 of his children – my late elder brother and sister aged then at 12 and 10 respectively!
As Muslims, we believe that once someone has died – there is no sort of communication between the dead and living! I was talking to one famous Religious Scholar one day and telling him about a dream I had of my late father coming to me to console me – and this was at a time when I was very sad and distraught about the things that were facing me in my life then!
My late Father had put me on a coconut tree and he was shaking the tree like a child’s swing! All the time trying to console and comfort me! The Religious Scholar was visibly upset that I believed in such things – and was trying to convince me ‘that it was a big sin’ to believe in such things! In the end, seeing I was not agreeing with him – and wanting to depart on cool terms he added that ‘because we think too much on these things – that is why such dreams come to us!
Anyway, last night a bit disappointed – because I thought today Thursday August 8th would be Eid – being a diabetic case and finding it more hard and difficult as the years go by – I had another of these mirage dreams!
It all comes from all these continuous disappointments I had with the said Newspaper and also some delicate intricate family issues – and perhaps the reason why I had dreamt again! This time my late Father was a bit angry and disappointed with me! He was saying to me ‘to stop hurting yourself and banging your head against brick walls – making it swollen and red – and that you are just wasting your time, efforts and energies – because you cannot ‘change anything in the society’ – like I had told you before many times – but you still you do not listen to me!
Please stop these things now – he implored – and almost begged me – before I woke up with a start!
By Majid Al Suleimany
August 8, 2013