I crave to dream ...dreams. Ones of white light, and a open green field before my eyes, with a white hijab on, and everyone around me is moving so slowly and graceful. And this man comes walking in white, I can not see his face. And they are flowers everywhere, and this voice speaks to me in rhythm and echoe, I'm so privileged to even hear voices in my dream. So when I awake I'm reminded and somehow I can take those words and implement* them into my daily walk of life. Which gives me hope. It's hard to remain hope, that ' kind of hope'.

I pray to dream .