When I was a little girl I used to always be afraid of my grandmother
She lived in Tunisia so I don’t remember spending ever much time with her. I only remember being really intimidated by her. I don’t know if it was her dark wrinkled face, shaky hands or henna colored hair that made her scary in the eyes of a 3 year old. She’d try to hug me and I’d run away.
One night I had a dream of my grandmother. She was sleeping on something that looked like an altar. She had a white sheet covering her whole body, except the face. Her hair was resting next to the shoulders. The wrinkles on her face weren’t as deep as usually. She looked so peaceful.
I remember that the whole altar was bathing in a mysterious, golden light. I remember looking up and seeing six angels dancing around in a circle above the altar where my grandmother was laying. I was standing close to her, looking at her face and for the first time I wasn’t afraid. She looked calm, she wasn’t afraid either. The angels kept on dancing and I kept on standing there till it all became blurry and the dream ended.
The next morning I heard from my dad that my grandmother (may God rest her soul) had passed away.
It’s amazing even though I was really young I knew that the dream meant something. These things are sometimes a bit hard to explain. I just knew she was okay. I felt it.
I still do.
