I was in the same place as I lived then (Riyadh, Saudi Arabia). It was a scene of the aftermath of a war. The entire region was completely bombed and there was rubble everywhere. Everyone was dead and I found myself lying on the rubble injured and about to die. Just when I was about to close my eyes, I saw a man standing at a distance from me. In the dream I just knew that it was my beloved Prophet Mohammed (PBUH). He is standing there looking straight at me with a straight face. I then strugglingly raise my hand and stretch out my arm to him, asking him for help.
I call out in a tired and painful voice – “Ya Rasool Allah, SAW”. The Prophet is just standing there looking at me. “Did I not tell you to pray 5 times and fast in Ramadan?” I struggled trying to gather my strength and responded. “But ya Rasool Allah, I used to pray 5 times and fast all the days in Ramadan”. The Prophet just stood there looking at me. My eyes kept closing slowly, looking at him. He was looking at me till my eyes were completely shut and then I died.
