I was in a corner of a dimly lit mosque, it was rather plain and lovely, as a mosque should be. I saw the Prophet Mohammed (SAW) in the seated position of prayer not far from me.
He was so white and bright, I couldn’t see a face or body parts, just my Prophet in glowing white. I went to him fast and hugged him with so much love. I remember kind of feeling his heart and soul – it felt so peaceful and true, it was really him. It ended in a haze of white…
