LIFE - My Dream - The Nun And Children
On the night of 17th November 2004, I had a dream.
There was a nun. She led me to a ward that was very congested. It was inside this ward that I saw young women and girls. They wore dresses that were biege in colour. They were all suffering from illness that looked like leprosy. There were wounds and bloods all over their body. Some were so bad that they bandaged their head and their dresses were stained in blood. It looked as though there was a war going on scene with many injured people. Then she spoke to me, 'Joe, these are the children that I am taking care. They need help and they need no money; but all they need is my love.'
All of them were looking at me as I was walking along the centre pathway in the ward. The nun was walking next to me. I noticed most of them were Asian origins and they looked very sad. I did not manage to see the face of the nun. I saw her hands were white skin and she spoke English to me. By the looked of her hands, I could see that she was not an old nun but maybe around late thirties or in her early forties. She wore white headdress with black attire. It was the conventional Catholic Nun robe that she was wearing. And then I woke up and it was already dawn.
Sincerely,
Zulkifli Mahmood
There was a nun. She led me to a ward that was very congested. It was inside this ward that I saw young women and girls. They wore dresses that were biege in colour. They were all suffering from illness that looked like leprosy. There were wounds and bloods all over their body. Some were so bad that they bandaged their head and their dresses were stained in blood. It looked as though there was a war going on scene with many injured people. Then she spoke to me, 'Joe, these are the children that I am taking care. They need help and they need no money; but all they need is my love.'
All of them were looking at me as I was walking along the centre pathway in the ward. The nun was walking next to me. I noticed most of them were Asian origins and they looked very sad. I did not manage to see the face of the nun. I saw her hands were white skin and she spoke English to me. By the looked of her hands, I could see that she was not an old nun but maybe around late thirties or in her early forties. She wore white headdress with black attire. It was the conventional Catholic Nun robe that she was wearing. And then I woke up and it was already dawn.
Sincerely,
Zulkifli Mahmood
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