My dad has been warded for the past
week due to endophthalmitis. I would visit him on most evenings after work and
then my sister would give me a ride back home.
We came home last Wednesday evening
to find a door of one of our two gates opened and swung out (we usually swing
the doors in). It had rained earlier so I was inclined to think the wind
accompanying the wind must’ve been strong enough to swing the door open. I
mean, a burglar wouldn’t be so stupid as to leave the gate opened, would he.
Nevertheless, my brother-in-law went to check the garden.
After they left, I started hearing
noises. I can’t tell you if those noises were the usual noises that I hear (was
pretty sure they came from outside the house) so I took to peering out of the
window on the lookout for any prowlers.
I fell asleep while doing my exercise
(I was just too knackered) and woke up after midnight to go to bed. Barely an
hour later, I heard what sounded like my bedroom banging loudly and it woke me
up. I opened my eyes and looked at the door. It didn’t look like anyone was on
the other side of the door and trying to enter the room. After a while, I got
up and went to check. Everything was still. It wasn’t raining and there was no
wind that usually accompanies rain to bang the door. So what was it that I
heard then? Was I dreaming so vividly or was I hallucinating (somehow in my
dreams)? Or was I just spooked from the opened gate door that it disturbed my
dream?
Then on Friday night (or Saturday
early morning), I dreamt and then felt a heavy presence in the room which
proceeded to descend upon the bed next to me. I somehow sensed this presence
reaching out towards me and I could feel the heaviness of it all slowly
weighing down. I woke up and loudly recited ayat Qursi. After a while, I
declared syahadah and then even called out the azan. Strangely enough, I didn’t
feel spooked or scared, my heart wasn’t pounding crazily, I didn’t feel any
cold sweat or goose-bumps or like anyone walking over my bed. I didn’t shiver,
didn’t feel like wetting myself or releasing my bladder as I would’ve expected
(not that I wanted to!) of course. I did have that images of those horror
movies where you see casts being pulled and dragged by evil spirits or ghosts
or whatever. Somehow though, I was unusually calm and had this thought that
Allah is with me and He would protect me so that thing had better not mess with
me. It did take me some time to fall asleep again though and I never looked at
the other side of the bed.
My sister suggested I play ayat
Ruqyah and I’ve been doing that since the weekend. I woke up at 03:20 yesterday
morning for no reason and had problems sleeping again. I probably managed a
brief kip and dreamt a burglar was in the house and in the bathroom. I remember
calling out ‘HELP’ and then imprisoning the burglar in the bathroom and in my
dream even wondered what I would do next. OK, maybe squirt some shampoo into
his eyes when I summoned up the courage to open the bathroom?
I still hear the occasional noises, but
I don’t know if they’re creaks from an almost 52-year old house or wild animals
on the roof. Anyway, like I said, Allah is with us and He will protect us if we
turn to Him, insyaAllah. I do need to play my part too in defending myself.
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