She was having a terrible nightmare. She woke up in hurry. Trembling a little, sit straight while hurriedly turning her head to the whole room. It is so silent, just the sound of her breath, she breath so hard it seems like she never breath before. Breath in. Breath out. Astagfirullah, what was that all about. She thought to herself. What a dream, so real, so vivid in her mind. No, this is nothing but a dream, she kept telling herself. She looked at her left and searched for the watch. It was 2.25am. Argh, how she wished that it was almost morning and the sun will rise sooner. She lied down slowly, back to her comfort bed and blanket. She stared at the wall. Long stare then she sighed. She picked up her phone on her side. Hesitated for awhile. Typed a massage. Hesitated again. Sent. Her phone vibrated, she looked at the screen.
" Its okey, it will be okey, everything will be fine, its just a dream, just recite ayatul qursi and go back to sleep sweetheart."
She felt much better as if reading that gave her more comfort than she even realize. She closed her eyes and her mouth was moving as she reciting ayatul qursi. It will be fine, she said to herself and let her subconscious lead her to the dreamland- hopefully it will be a better, sweet and colourful dream. Hopefully.
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