Angels in Istabul

Muhammad Ibrahim Baha’uddin’in rüyasi

Istanbul’daki melekler

Ferihan Laçin Hastanesi, Oda 302

Persembeyi cumaya baglayan gece:

  Benim bulundugum yogun bakima durumu çok kötü hastalar geldi;  genellikle  oraya gelen birçok insan öldü. Geceleri iniltileri duyuyorum ve ölümü koridorda ve odalarda hissedebiliyorum, tadabiliyorum ve koklayabiliyorum.  

Bazen iniltileri duyuyorum, bazen çigliklari ve bazen de alayci kahkahalari… Kahkahalari duyunca, üç defa ayet el-kürsi ve Kuran’in sonundan Ikhlas, Falaq, ve Nas surelerini okuyorum.  Ben genellikle Allah’in rahmet kapisi ordaki hasta insanlara açilsin diye Fatiha suresini okuyorum öyle ki ruhlari Sevgiliye kavussun diye. 

Issa dargah’tan donduktan sonra, sohbet etmistik. O ve Umm Issa uyuyunce, korridora ciktim:  cok sessizdi.  Ayet el-Kursi/Fatiha okudum.  Bir kimse öluyordu.  Yatagima geri dondum (donmustum). Astim krizin’den korktugum için, yatagimi ayarladim (ayarlamistim).  Yatagimi biraz indirdim (indirmistim); sorunsuz nefes aldim (almistim) ve yavas yavas uyumaya basladim (baslamistim). Biraz sonra yatagimin nasil dumduz oldugunu merak ettim (etmistim).  Bu olay çok esrarengiz!  Hastanede bulundugum sürece, hicbir zaman boyle uyumadim (uyumamistim). Cok sakin nefes aldim (almistim); kendi kendimi cok rahat hissetmistim.  Beyaz entari giymis birkimse (birisi)  yatagin sol tarafindaydi.  Bu zat benim ile kelimesiz, telepatik olarak, gönül diliyle konustu.  Hemen onun basmelek, Israfil (as) oldugunu anladim. 

Basmelek Israfil (as) çok uzundu: boyu binlerce metre ve  genisligi binlerce metreydi. Kafasini ve ayaklarini hiç görememistim. Hemen, odada hiç bir çati, hiç birtavan ve hiç bir duvar yoktu. Gögsume elleriyle dokundu, ve benimle telepatik olarak iletisim kurdu:  `”Hersey iyi olacak, rahat uyuyabilirsin” dedi. Odam harikalar diyari gibi  oldu; busbuyuktu; çok fazla kar vardi fakat dokununca soguk degildi; çok, çok, cok temizdi, çok tazeydi, gerçekten sakin, çok ilik bir turuncu nurdu. Basmelek bana tekrar tekrar “bugün (özel bir) Cuma mübarek” diye soyledi ve ‘Cuma için beyaz seyler giymen lazim’ dedi. Fakat kendi kendime ‘Hiçbir yere gidemiyorum; agir hastayim!’ diye söyledim ama basmelek ‘Zaten burda yalniz Cuma namazi kilacaksin’ söyledi. 

Ondan sonra,  karin icerisinden çok fazla nur çikti, büyük bir  nur patlamasi  gibi  basmelek gittikçe büyüyerek, bana üç kere söyle söyledi: kendi odani temizle!

Basmelek konusmaya devam etti:  “Hastanede olman senin için bir halvet gibi; Allah seni hastaneye hasta olarak gercekten  ölmeden önce ölümü anlaman için getirdi. Senin isin “ebe” olmak, ölen (hem manevi hem maddi olarak) insanlara yardimci olacaksin diye söyledi.  Bu yuzden bu anda hastasin ve hastanedesin.” 

Uyaninca yatagin sol tarafina bakinca, çarsaflarin ve yastiklarin yere nasil dustugunu merak ettim çünkü yatagin üzerinden normal bir sekilde dusmuse benzemiyorlardi. O an anladim basmelek gitmeden önce çarsaflari ve yastiklari yukaridan asagiya atmisti. Ayni yerde az önce basmelek vardi.

Velhamdulillah er-rabbi elemin!  

Now I have been sleeping in almost a 90-degree position because I was afraid to cough and go into an asthma attack in the night from which no one would be able to rescue me. And I lowered myself a little bit because I was starting to breathe Ok and I started to drift off to sleep. The next thing I remember, was noticing that I was laying pretty much flat out, or at least flat out for me, and I haven'tbeen flat in a bed since before I came to the hospital. Surprisingly, my first thought was not, "oh, I'm dead; they turned off the machines and laid me out flat." I didn't think that at all, in fact. What I did notice was that I was breathing extremely calmly and I felt really calm. I had the distinct impression that somebody was standing at my left side at the head of the bed, wearing a white robe and this being did not communicate to me verbally but telepathically. I knew right away that he was an angel, aleyhi as-salaam (although it was not until much later that I learned that it was the Archangel Israfil, aleyhi as-salaam) 

Basmelek Israfil (as) çok uzundu: boyu binlerce metre ve  genisligi binlerce metreydi. Kafasini ve ayaklarini hiç görememistim. Hemen, odada hiç bir çati, hiç bir tavan ve hiç bir duvar yoktu. Gögsume elleriyle dokundu, ve benimle telepatik olarak iletisim kurdu:  `”Hersey iyi olacak, rahat uyuyabilirsin” dedi. Odam harikalar diyari gibi  oldu; busbuyuktu; çok fazla kar vardi fakat dokununca soguk degildi; çok, çok, cok temizdi, çok tazeydi, gerçekten sakin, çok ilik bir turuncu nurdu. Basmelek bana tekrar tekrar “bugün (özel bir) Cuma mübarek” diye soyledi ve ‘Cuma için beyaz seyler giymen lazim’ dedi. Fakat kendi kendime ‘Hiçbir yere gidemiyorum; agir hastayim!’ diye söyledim ama basmelek ‘Zaten burda yalniz Cuma namazi kilacaksin’ dedi. 

He, archangel Israfil, as,  (interestingly for me and all my subversion of the binary gender paradigm, the archangel communicated that the "he" pronoun was appropriate for speaking of "him"; didn't exclude other pronouns for other archangels, but "he" used "he":  that already threw me for a loop!) was immense, thousands of feet tall and thousands of feet wide. I couldn't see the archangel's head or feet.   I said :, "Wow!   I'm tall, but you're colossal!" He laughed.    So immense that there was no ceiling in the room or roof, and he had his hands on my left shoulder or left chest, and was communicating to me that it was OK, that it was OK for me to sleep, and the room sort of looked like a  gigantic wonderland; it was gigantic, as if there were no walls (I kept thinking:  Vast, infinite heartspace!), snow on the ground but not cold, it was really really clean, really peaceful, with this reallyneat kind of warm orange light and the being was communicating it's Jumu'a mubarak, and you need to dress yourself for Jumu'a and put on your white things. 

Ondan sonra,  karin icerisinden çok fazla nur çikti, büyük bir  nur patlamasi  gibi  basmelek gittikçe büyüyerek, bana üç kere söyle söyledi: kendi odani temizle!

Basmelek konusmaya devam etti:  “Hastanede olman senin için bir halvet gibi; Allah seni hastaneye hasta olarak gercekten  ölmeden önce ölümü anlaman için getirdi. Senin isin “ebe” olmak, ölen (hem manevi hem maddi olarak) insanlara yardimci olacaksin diye söyledi.  Bu yuzden bu anda hastasin ve hastanedesin.” 

Uyaninca yatagin sol tarafina bakinca, çarsaflarin ve yastiklarin yere nasil dustugunu merak ettim çünkü yatagin üzerinden normal bir sekilde dusmuse benzemiyorlardi. O an anladim basmelek gitmeden önce çarsaflari ve yastiklari yukaridan asagiya atmisti. Ayni yerde az önce basmelek vardi.

Velhamdulillah er-rabbi elemin!  

I was thinking well I can't go anywhere for Jumu'a and it said," well, just have Jumu'a where you are".  So I was just going to be here, but I would not be here by myself. Then the stage lights started coming up as the snow started lighting up from within even more, like this totally subtle explosion of  Divine Light, of NUR  and the being was getting bigger and bigger and kept communicating to me, clean up your room! And there'd be these deep mystical ideas that would come back to Clean Up Your Room. He told me that this was my chille, my khalvat; that I had to be brought here into the midst of death to REALLY understand dying before you die.   He said that my work was to be a midwife with those merging into Divine Beauty and that I had to be here in this moment.  I was looking like the woman inAngels in America because my eyes were just really big and I kept looking around thinking like, this is wild. 

But I felt a learning that came, that was taught, was that every change in my body is not a change for the worse. Just like I had to get sick so I could get well. Orreally sick so I could get really well, sometimes I have to have these little health detours within the bigger healing process. Because sometimes there is something that happens that is part of the getting better process that I experience and react to negatively as if it were the beginning of a downward spiral, instead of just part of the process. 

So I guess when it was all over, I don't know how long between when the vision ended that I started waking up, but the first thing I noticed was that I was flat out and that I was actually breathing but I was thinking that maybe I had died during this whole experience. It was really clear the being had just left, the second my eyes were open. I touched the curtains to see, kind of like scrooge, to see if I could feel them, I touched myself, and as I was opening my eyes I could remember everything really clearly, not like "you will forget all this when you wake up". 

And I just felt this delicious joy and I understood that this is my chille/Khalvat/retreat, that my life is moving into greater seclusion, (I can't go out to pray, so any public manifestation of piety is wiped out, all is hidden now) an almost eremtical existence for awhile, salat ad-dayim, that I am doing these thirty days in here and it's sort of like a tantric sufi chille because I am doing it in the dying grounds (talk about dying before you die!) and to hold that space and to keep my room clean, which I think also meant keeping my heart and mind focused so I don't get cluttered, because when I get cluttered is when I go to pieces.  

Yatagin sol tarafa bakanca, çarsaflari ve yastiklari üstten atilmislari merak ettim ve ayni yerde basmelek önce  vardi.

Velhamdulillah er-rabbi elemin!

 I was startled as I looked at the left side of the bed and saw that the bed clothes and pillows had been thrown down onto the floor from on high and were in exactly the spot where the angel had been standing.

WA ALHAMDULILLAH AR-RAB ALAMIN!