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In a dream: I was in a kitchen, standing by the serving hatch. It was dark in the kitchen. I was wearing black with a white scarf. Shaykh Hisham was sitting on my right, wearing black with a white turban, he was smiling and nodded at me. He had given me some (rose?) perfume and my job was to put in on people who were outside the kitchen. Continue reading →