A Journal of a Journey

2 Dreamt of my late Grandfather; Tok Abah(Al-Fatihah).We had something to do together.Him and all his granddaughters which are only 4 girls gathered and spent time together.I am the second eldest grandchild so being the only grandaughter for 5 years made me really close to my grandpa.I was really being spoilt by him.
     Every time he gets a call Husna is coming back he'll go rushing to the market to buy this huge lobsters.Penang mari.Yeah.I'm a spoilt granddaughter.Then when he passed away I had this allergy to lobsters.Haha.This mouth of mine as if it knows that it'll not be fed by any huge lobsters so it just gives way to Allergy


So I learnt from that dream that remember DEATH.
Though it is something that makes the world seem so gloomy.I mean who's happy when that one person knows he'll die tomorrow?(shahid is something else)For that reason Allah kept it as a secret.
But as His servant.If we are soo happy with other things ,automatically we'll forget about Him.So whenever we think of death ,it'll make us realise that this happiness is not eternal.SO our level of happiness can be controlled
This somehow doesn't make sense but on the burial day of my grandpa I heard him calling naaa naa.(OH he calls me NA)
So seeing my grandpa again in my dream reminds me of how close I am to death


3 Oh this is the scariest dream!
In this this last dream I saw with my own eyes how my father was shot in front of eyes.
And dying in my arms.Ahhh it's just so sad thinking about it
OK I didn't see the shooter's face.SHOOTER?haha.or is it murderer?ahh.Nevermind
It was sort of a long story before the shooting happened.
But to make it short
My father was shot and I rushed and held him.I didn't know where my brother was that day to help me carry my father so thinking that I'm strong enough I carried him myself.Surprise.surprise.(I haven't tell this to any of my family members yet cause of a few REASONS;) )
So I was like a mad young lady,didn't know what to do. Hastily went down the stairs with her father in her arms
I know this would be taken seriously if this were to happen in real life but thinking about it back it's kind of funny

I LOST CONTROL AND HE WAS DROPPED OUT OF MY ARMS.DROP DEAD.I mean literally he was dropped dead.Like squashed to the floor.PENYEK?does that ring a bell?
I freaked out and quickly held back my father in my arms.He was still alive. Apparently my mother was at the back and she said "what if that occurs to your patient?It's dangerous.You should know that better.dadadidadadoo"
Surprisingly I stood there listening to that chattering.But even more surprising my mother can actually deliver her longest speech when her own husband was in the arms of her daughter fighting to live
In a blink of an eye.We were at the hospital but this hospital was reaaly special.It had bowling alleys on the groundfloor.
I don't know why but Ummi and my other siblings was to excited tow bowl when I was freaking out what will happen to my father
My heart was beating too fast.It even skipped a few beats just to exaggerate:b
But seriously it was scary
After all tis while only then I checked on my father that was already in my arms whether or not he was okay.
To my surprise He was SHRINKING!
And after a while he evaporated
I was so sad that I couldn't even cry
Imagine my father dying in that condition.SHRINKING and his own family was happy bowling?
Oh that was just too sad

Bowling is really significant to my father.He loves to bowl
Only dreams had all the infos mixed up
So Thank You scary-dreams for showing up.I learnt a lot from u guys
Hope we won't be seeing each other very soon?

Believe it or not before this whole post was being typed I had a whole post typed and it dissapeared.the 1st post was even thorough.HAHA

P/S : The dream was twist and turned according to my own liking but the original story is still there.
Do not call me a liar.cause I don't remember my own dreams in details.So forgive me