Out of nowhere, after Subuh praying I slept deeply and found myself having a nightmare. I dreamt of my family went to my shared house in Gunung Tua and asking me for a walk. Even my brother entrusted me his money for our walk. I was really looking forward to it, but at the same time, I had have promised my friend for a walk either and she had prepared herself for it.
I was asking her to cancel and reschedule the walk out but she apparently disappointed of me and I couldn't let it go. Instead of going out with my family who had went acrossed lots of miles to get here, I picked to go out with my friend. I hardy enjoyed every minute I spent with her. then I realize, something is wrong with me. Somehow I forgot to covered my hair with shawl.
I was really having a completely a bad day. Hardly impossible to arrange your dream, I might said. I felt like cursing myself to not choosing going out with my family and not wearing a hijab either. I went back home as soon as possible by shouldering a mountain of disappointed. as soon as I got home I found my family wasn't there anymore.
Well, as I read this post again, it turned out my perspective of nightmare. It wasn't a nightmare I was having just now. It is only a bad dream who successfully making me crying a river. Now I know how seriously homesick I am. I miss home, gathering with my genus, chattering this and that.
I can't translate my dream. But it should be something is told about the dream I haven't understand yet. or it's only simply a consolidation of fasting and homesick to create a nightmare. Well, God only knows..
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