the flood

i was by a river, and i knew it was coming. it had been foretold. the droplets fell on my face as a prelude to the great surge to come. the sky darkened and the river swelled, its banks submerged and bursting under the increasing flow... there was no delaying the innevitable now.
i moved upwards, through the field, trying to get up, up, and i was not prepared.
i knew it was coming but had not prepared. why?
i had made a boat, yes, but it was at this most critical moment i understood that i hadn't thought of what would happen on the boat - it would probably still continue to rain, and to be freezing cold, but i had no coat, nothing to shield me from the storm.
there was no rope, nothing to anchor the boat

Comments

Anonymous said…
hi Yunus,

I don't understand this post of yours. What does anchoring of the boat refers to?
abu zaynab said…
well that's hard to know... the dream was still fresh when I wrote it, but now it's unclear. perhaps it's got something to do with being adrift in dangerous waters with no way to find security, so you could be blown in any direction..
then again, dreams are very hard to explain - things may not be what they seem.

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