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...arif sat up startled in his  be, , rubbing his eyes he looked around him to check his  whereabouts,  , he was  in his own place,  he could see  in the  tiny flame of the mud lamp casting  light,   so was it all  a dream,  be patted his  feet  and legs,  he thanked  almighty for his  graciousness,  he took a deep breath  and sighed 

, what could be the  purpose of such a dream,  what exactly was it 

Arif massaged his forehead,  replaying the dream  again in his mind he felt the same feeling again,  shaking his head  emphatically he began preparing for the namaz leaving no  space for  any other thought 

Arif was a forty-five year old,  his ancestors were Iranians