“I dreamt a white horse came through our gullies, his
forelegs muddied in the rain,” Mardana resumes.
‘Someone is knocking at our door,’ Fatima says to me.
She opens it, and in comes a white horse, unsaddled, without reins or carrying bags, its mien fluffy, like clouds.
He looks at me, and in the globes of his dark eyes I see galaxies wheeling.
The experience was both scary and exciting. In the dream, I get off my bed, amazed there was no pain in my legs and hips, I walk with strength and energy and in one leap, like a powerful, young man,
I mount the horse. I think, ‘I’m going on another long journey, I should ask Fatima to make some sweet fried bread for me, but then the horse speaks to me without speaking, and says, ‘but you are invited to a feast!’
It rises into the air, from right here in our courtyard, right by that chulla, into the air and we begin to fly together, he and I. And then I awoke.”
‘Someone is knocking at our door,’ Fatima says to me.
She opens it, and in comes a white horse, unsaddled, without reins or carrying bags, its mien fluffy, like clouds.
He looks at me, and in the globes of his dark eyes I see galaxies wheeling.
The experience was both scary and exciting. In the dream, I get off my bed, amazed there was no pain in my legs and hips, I walk with strength and energy and in one leap, like a powerful, young man,
I mount the horse. I think, ‘I’m going on another long journey, I should ask Fatima to make some sweet fried bread for me, but then the horse speaks to me without speaking, and says, ‘but you are invited to a feast!’
It rises into the air, from right here in our courtyard, right by that chulla, into the air and we begin to fly together, he and I. And then I awoke.”
“Daadu jaan, you flew like the prophet Muhammad to
paradise,” Aziza says.
“Yes. Though it was a great dream and I was so happy in it,
I frightened myself when I thought upon waking that it might mean I am going to
die.”
“But you promised you wouldn’t!” Aziza insists.
“And I must keep my promise to you, my Zizu, Zizujaan,”
Mardana smiles, his eyes tearing up.
Excerpts from "Into the Great Heart".
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