I woke in the middle of the night to a vision I didn’t know I had desired.
A young, dark-skinned woman in a light blue hijab and long white robe took my left hand and slowly drew me through my bedroom window. She wanted to show me something. I knew at once I would follow her anywhere.
We floated slowly it seemed but the ground passed quickly beneath us. Looking down through the night sky I had many questions but I soon understood her silent language of movement and gesture. Trust me completely. Be patient.
Her free hand would sometimes extend toward the ground and we would descend to see an illuminated family, children at play, other children crying.
We stopped to hover over a vast forest. Slowly my vision grew more focused. I saw men and women running through the night, carrying their children who were crying and screaming. As they ran fire fell from the sky. The forest ignited behind them. I couldn’t tell if they would outrun the flames. My chest tightened as did my grip on her hand. She floated closer to me and kissed my forehead. I felt my chest break open like a shell. I was overcome with love and pain.
She released my hand and pointed to the ground with both hands. Her eyes probed mine. What? I wondered. She held my gaze with loving eyes. I felt her response. How will you help?
