I was walking along the top of a desert mound, hot sand was on my heels and toes through my sandals and on my left was the shadow and the right the setting sun. On my left side I saw an abandoned and rusty sun damaged sword, I went to pick it up and a voice said “this is the sword of Muhammad pbuh, leave it where you found it”.
I carried on walking slightly uphill where I saw in the distance a small rustic brown beduin tent gently being brushed by this light breeze. As I approached closer, four men dressed in white thawbs and white turbans came outside the tent and stood in a line. They had no faces but one of the brothers was black, and a voice said “this is Bilal, and inside is the Prophet. Would you like to meet him?” I said “yes please” and I was asked if I wanted to enter the tent.
I sat down next to this beautiful man, he was reading the Quran and I was silently sitting beside him watching him. He was wearing a black turban and a dark brown cloak. He was very light looking, literally light. His face was shining almost as if it was the only source of light in this little tent. He had long hair coming out from under his turban, his beard was thick and dark and I still vividly remember his face, every small detail about this dream. I looked outside and saw these four companions still guarding this tent. I look back he’s still there.
