I was in a gathering of dhikr, on my right I saw an elder who is a close friend. There were other people who I didn’t recognise. We were all sitting on the floor in a circle. Then a voice called out, “This is prophet Muhammad ﷺ.”
We were on the middle floor of what seemed like a zawiya or a masjid. We then started seeing him walk up the stairs and towards us. The room became so bright, I saw the most beautiful human I’ve ever laid eyes on with a face smiling.
He was walking slowly towards us in the group as we were reciting Quran. Other people in the group said Masha Allah, he resembles this shaykh or this shaykh. In my opinion, he resembled the ulema in Hadramawt Yemen. Not too tall and not too short. A black beard and a light brown / olive complexion, wearing a green shawl. I don’t remember seeing his hair- it was so bright.
When he made his way to the group, everytime I stared at his face I couldn’t bare it anymore, my heart raced in euphoria and happiness. Dare I say it- like a drug overdose of happiness. In my dream, I had to lower my gaze because it was so euphoric. I couldn’t handle it as the light became so bright and he stared at me smiling.
