Like a Dream

"Oh Wadud!..""Oh Wadud!..""Oh Wadud!.."One afternoon, I was in a sweet slumber on the sofa when I jumped up hearing this name of Allah. "Start writing!" the voice inside me said, "Start writing!"But I didn't know what to write about. When Faruk came home that evening, he pulled out the letter "waw" from the gift box and put it around my neck, smiled, and handed me a pen and a piece of paper. "Start writing!" he said. My eyes were filled with tears and my voice was scrambled. All I could say was "What should I write about?" He answered, "Write about what comes to your heart."So, my dear reader, after the age of sixty I started writing about my life that passed by like a dream with its bitter and sweet memoires.