The Three Watches and the Blood Moon
It was 2:52 in the morning when I woke from what seemed like a long dream, still lingering in the haze of sleep and migraine. In this dream, I stumbled upon three ladies’ watches—all similar in design, though one was still wrapped in its plastic, untouched and new. I found them lying just beneath my window, as if placed there deliberately, waiting to be discovered.
The scene unfolded with familiar faces—my two adult children, my late grandfather, and my only surviving uncle. Each of them, true to their character, had their own thoughts and opinions on what should be done with these watches. Yet the dream carried no resolution. It left me suspended, the mystery unsolved, as the pounding in my head finally pulled me back into waking life.
Upon reflection, I realize this may not have been just a random dream. Timepieces are no mere trinkets—they carry with them the weight of time itself: past, present, and future. Three of them, alike yet distinct, could well represent the cycles of my own life, or even the unfinished inheritances of spirit and responsibility that flow through generations. The untouched watch in its wrapper lingers in my mind—it speaks of what has not yet been lived, not yet opened.
My surviving uncle’s presence in the dream struck me most deeply. Lately, I have been thinking much about him. Only yesterday evening, I felt a whisper within that perhaps his time is nearing its close, and that I should make the effort to visit him. Perhaps the dream placed him before me as a reminder that time is not infinite, and the clock for each of us ticks in silence, waiting for its hour.
And then there is the Blood Moon—a symbol that has fascinated me of late, one I’ve been watching unfold through videos and reflections online. The Blood Moon carries with it the sense of endings, revelations, cycles closing so that others may begin. In this dream, I cannot help but feel its presence. The watches, the family gathered, the unresolved ending—all resonate with that same lunar energy of impermanence and transformation.
What remains, then, is a question to myself: What am I being asked to see, to resolve, to embrace before the clock winds down? Perhaps the dream is urging me not only to honor my uncle while time allows, but also to look more deeply at the untouched watch—the life still waiting to be unwrapped within me.
After writing and reflecting on this dream, I stepped out onto my porch for a cigarette break. There, I offered my prayers and zikr, dedicating them to my loved ones—past and present. In the distance, lightning flashed across the horizon, followed by the gentle rolling of thunder, as though the heavens themselves were listening. The night air was cool upon my skin, wrapping me in a quiet peace. It felt like a sign, a reminder that even in mystery and uncertainty, Allah’s presence is near—within the cycles of time, within family ties, within the vast sky above.
It also brought to my realization that in this day and age, so many of us have forgotten—or neglected—the necessity of looking within. Without anchoring ourselves in the depths of our own being, we risk drifting aimlessly in this vast ocean of māyā, lost to illusions and distractions. The watches in my dream, the voices of family, the Blood Moon, and the thunder in the night all serve as reminders: time is short, and the true compass lies within.
Allahumma, grant me the wisdom to see the signs You place before me,
the strength to honor my family while time remains,
and the patience to accept the cycles of beginning and end.
Let my heart be at peace with what has passed,
grateful for what is present,
and open to what is yet to come.
Āmīn.
“What watches lie untouched beneath your own window — the moments, relationships, or inner callings still waiting to be unwrapped?”
WallahuAlam!
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