The following testimony from Hatim, a seeker on the Dream Project website, was shared with Abed Al-Masih.

My name is Hatim, and I want to share a dream I have had several times. It feels so real and vivid that it stays with me even after I wake up. This dream—it is not just something I see; it is something I feel deep in my soul. And every time, it leaves me asking questions I can’t easily answer.

In the dream, I am standing in a beautiful white building. Through its top, I see the endless sky stretching far beyond anything I have ever seen. Everything is so quiet as if the whole world is holding its breath. Then, without warning, the silence is broken. I look up and see angels—dozens, maybe hundreds of them, glowing with this incredible light. Their wings move gracefully, and seven of them each hold a golden trumpet.
As I watch, they start blowing the trumpets, and everything changes. The sun, so bright and familiar, turns dark. The light vanishes like the world is plunged into shadow. Then the moon appears, but it is not the soft, silvery moon I know. It’s red, blood red, and casts this weird glow over everything.

The ground beneath me starts shaking. At first, it is just a tremble, but then it grows stronger. Cracks form in the earth, splitting open like wounds, and I can hear screams—distant but growing louder. I see people, countless people, running, fighting and shouting. Wars break out all around me. Weapons clash, buildings collapse, and the air is filled with chaos and despair. It is overwhelming, and I feel so small, so helpless.

Then, he appears just when it seems like the world cannot bear any more destruction. A man, glowing brighter than anything else, descends from the sky. He’s dressed in pure white—so radiant it is almost blinding. His presence is calming but commanding, and even the angels stop what they are doing. It is like the entire universe pauses for him.

He speaks, and his voice is unlike anything I have ever heard. It is powerful, resonating deep in my chest but also filled with compassion. He says, “These are the signs of Qiyamah (the Day of Judgment). Prepare yourselves, for I am coming soon as a just judge.”

Those words hit me like a tidal wave. It is not just their meaning that strikes me; it is how he says them, as if they are meant just for me. His eyes meet mine, and I feel exposed, like he can see every part of me—my thoughts, actions and mistakes. It is terrifying, but at the same time, it is comforting. His presence makes me feel like there is hope, even in all the chaos.

And then, it is over. The dream ends, and I wake up gasping for air, my heart pounding. But the words do not leave me. “Prepare yourselves.” They echo in my mind over and over. What do they mean? Am I ready? Is anyone ready? Every time I have this dream, it forces me to confront myself and think about my life and the choices I have made.

I do not know why I keep having this dream, but I cannot ignore it. It feels like a warning, a message I cannot afford to forget. And it changed me. It made me question everything—my faith, purpose and place in this world. If these are the signs, then what am I doing to prepare? These questions haunt me, but maybe that is the point. Perhaps the dream is meant to make me uncomfortable, to push me toward something greater, something I cannot yet fully understand.

After having the dream for the fifth time, I could not ignore it anymore. Images of angels, the blood-red moon, chaos, and the man in white kept haunting me. I needed answers, so one sleepless night, I searched the Internet for anything that could explain my dream.

After scrolling through countless results, I found a simple website, “The Dream Project.” So I contacted them, and it felt different—personal and sincere. I saw on the website recurring dreams of judgment, signs and a call to prepare. The site explained that such dreams often serve as wake-up calls, urging us to reflect, repent and reconnect with a deeper purpose.

The website did not just explain; it guided. It encouraged prayer, self-reflection and a return to spiritual practices. There was even a community of people who shared similar experiences. Reading their stories comforted me. I was not alone in this.

The website did not just answer my questions; it gave me direction. Slowly, I started to see the dream not as something to fear but as a gift, a reminder to live intentionally, to seek justice and to reconnect with my Creator and Savior.

Are you feeling a divine calling to assist individuals from Muslim backgrounds? If so, I encourage you to visit the Dream Project website at afmonline.org and join us as financial partners. We also kindly request that you include us in your prayers, asking God to guide us as we strive to share His message and the truth with those whom He is reaching through their dreams.

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