These are my true multiple incidents of my paranormal true stories that took place in my life in a different time and different places. As far I can remember, they all started long time ago.
1958 – 1959 -Baghdad city- Iraq.
I was 5 years ol
I left home for a walk in the summer of 1958 in Baghdad city; there was a street square where the government put a swimming pool and a nice garden in it.
While I was at the pool I didn’t know that I was close to the deep end of the pool, I put my feet in the water and sat at the edge splashing my feet with water and sat to cool down so peacefully.
All of a sudden another friend who followed me came behind and pushed me to the pool laughing, he didn’t know that I don’t know how to swim.
After a few minutes rustling with the water I completely drowned, Later and saved by a policeman who was called in by that little child for help, the policeman was a traffic controller at the street close to the square. I woke up scared and screaming my mom name the nearby hospital called al Fadhil hospital, in Baghdad city.
Before I drowned I saw the White clouds and I was so sad that I am going to die and never see my mom again but I couldn’t fight the water and stay afloat any longer. Before I opened my eyes at the hospital I saw a demonic ugly face, it was so horrible and scary that it woke me up from my coma. I was screaming.
While all those around the bed were surprised and gave thanks to God, my mom started crying, then slapped me and told me never go swimming again or I will kill you.
I am already dead mom, why do you want to kill me? I answered back.
She hugged me, and cried. Late afternoon when the doctor told my mom and dad that I can go home now. We went home but there was something else that came with us! That demonic entity that I saw before I woke up managed to portal itself through it somehow!
Paranormal activities started to get worse in our Turkish house in Baghdad city. We moved from a house before that after many poltergeist activities that took place in it. Both my parents witnessed so many tools, kitchen items being thrown away, flying to the floor and my brother Sam and I used to be scared and worried, until my dad bought a house .
My dad took us for a vacation up north for 3 weeks to see the falls and enjoy the cool northern weather of July and of course to see some relatives. My father was working for the president of the country at that time and he used to have a good pay and benefits, and gave him a beautiful light blue 1958 Buick Lesabre with white top .
He took us for a short vacation to north Iraq in a private resort in Mosul city. The place was run by a Caledonian family with 12 large rooms, some with showers , hot water and the house also gave breakfast and fresh bread and it had a beautiful garden.
The child woke up from his sleep after hearing the small mechanical toy train moving. He thought his brother had returned from the school to play, suddenly he saw a little girl with old Turkish fashion children’s clothes saying come and play with me in Arabic.
The child was surprised as this girl is not among the family who came to stay in the hotel in Northern Iraq and she was a stranger to him, and looked like the same girl from his dreams. He used to dream of her a few nights before, but for him it was a delight, as she will be a friend who can play with.
He started calling his brother Sam, Sam -where are you. Mom, where are you? But he didn’t get any answer. He was alone in this large 2 room suite with a kitchen and launch area at the corner of the hotel which was run by a family as the bed and breakfast type of large hotel house. The child’s family took him and went for a vacation To Mosul, a city north of Iraq.
His older brother Sam was 8 years old and was out with the parents in the market ,and they left the child sleeping in his bed at the large corner suite at the hotel, and they asked the owner of the bed and breakfast to watch for him until they came back from the market. The child heard the old lady saying Saad Come to the kitchen in the front and eat your breakfast if you are awake; your parents will be back shortly. Then he heard a voice in his large hotel suite …
Don’t be afraid, the girl told the child.
Who are you? The child asked
I am Ahlam, she replied and pushed the mechanical toy train toward the child to play. He has a beautiful small rubber ball he kept with him. He started to play ball with her, throwing the ball back and forth to each other so she left the mechanical train alone.
The child told her that he knows her, she looks so familiar like the girl in his dreams! The child started seeing this girl in his dream at this resort.
She replied, yes I am, and threw the rubber ball to him.
Then the child did the same, throwing the ball back, the mechanical train started to move by itself! And they played with the ball back and forth. The mechanical train and the ball were Saad’s favorite toys.
Ahlam the little girl was happy and focused on the game. Then she throws the ball far away, while the toy train drives itself to a different direction and when the child ran after the ball she was gone. Vanished! The child was looking for her, calling her name, thinking that she was hiding somewhere.
That child was me.
The child couldn’t find her at all, he looked everywhere.
He kept it secret and didn’t tell his mother, the child thought that Ahlam is from the next house and that came
from the garden door, or from the open window.
While he was calling her name, the lady who own the bed and breakfast asked the child who is Ahlam, who are you calling .So he told her about the girl, the lady told him that he was dreaming, and that there are no children but him and his brother, and that Sam his brother went with his parents and they kept me sleeping.
Then she said maybe I should shut the window and the back door so no children can trespass to the hotel. The hotel was a nice large double story Turkish style house with a large farm area in the front and a nice garden in the back ,that was owned by few brothers and they kept their parents to take care of it as bed and breakfast while they are helping in the farm and going to the city buying and sale the farm produce and helping to maintain the place ,some have their own family in the city and this hotel was a nice for visitors and tourists who want to stay in family hotel rather than larger more expensive hotels.
It was close to the main city of Mosul, and close to a place called Bashtabya Castle.
The next three days his parents took him with them in the morning, and in the afternoon but they kept him with Sam for the lady to babysit them when they leave in the evening and they paid her extra money, as they were a romantic couple and married for 9 years, they loved each other so much .
The girl used to come and wake up the boy or sneak at him while he play, and she play hide and seek with him, The child keep telling her to go back home it is too late and the owner of the hotel might find her and she will be in big trouble, she laugh and run, saying this is my home.
She told the child while vanishing; when you need to play just call my name, and then she run away and vanished in the other room at the hotel
The child asked her while they were playing, where are you parents? What do they do? Do they go out to the market like my parents? My parents are here too, she replied!
Sometimes when we sleep in that hotel I can see the bed sheet pulled, white figures passing in the hall at night and I used to keep telling my mom and the hotel owner the day after and all tell me that I was dreaming, and laughing.
My dad used to get his flash light and his gun and go investigate the corner of the hotel after I was panicking one night when I saw 6 figures, dark shapes that looks like a woman a man and 4 children and they asked me with very comfortable voice to come closer and don’t be afraid, and always they vanish to the farther corner of the hotel. I ran and went to my mom.
I told my brother Sam about what I used to see and he said my parents say it was a dream, then we went to investigate that rocky corner of the hotel. We peep in the small halls between the bricks and rocks, and Sam used to make fun at me or scare me.
Then I told him to hide under the bed one day when my parents went to have their night fun outside, I asked Sam to stay still under the bed so I can prove to him that this little girl is a ghost. I kept calling her name, Ahlam……where are you? Come and play with me using my rubber ball, and the mechanical train and before I gave up, I heard her voice coming from the corner of the hotel as she was semi floating, so strange she seem to walk so fast and smooth… and came close and walked to the room like any little girl that I can see, but this time I knew she was a ghost, and she is not a child from the outside the hotel,
so I was playing but very cautious and careful. And always look at my brother Sam, his eyes wide open and seem frightened.
I know your brother is under the table, she said!
As soon as she said that my brother Sam couldn’t take it anymore and he gave the loudest scary scream that you ever hear, and pulled himself from under the bed and ran to the lobby of the hotel, toward the front of the hotel where the old lady used to sit beside the fire place and the old lady with her Turkish tea pot and her cat sat beside her. That Cat seems to know, as she was always at the corner of the hotel focusing on the same area where that little girl usually came out.
Her cat ran with fear, while Sam started to tell the hotel owner old lady what we saw. That cat’s name was Maysoon and she never ever came to the corner of the hotel close to our suite after she herself got scared from the shadows.
I used to carry the cat with me but as soon as I reached the corner of the hotel where our suit was, she screamed, put on a Hess fight and jumped from my arms and ran, if I tried to hold her she would scratch me and run. The old lady used to think that the way I hold made the cat run, and she never believed what my brother and I told her neither did my parents.
They thought we were playing a game and doing this so they could take us out with them at night. Our parents used to tell us to be polite and enjoy the place and that they were taking us in the afternoon or the morning to the playground and the market and that the evening outing is for their enjoyment.
It is all in your imagination; there is nothing wrong in this place, my father used to say. Until one day my mother woke up to go to the washroom carrying with her a lantern, she was going to the old Turkish hotel washroom just across from our suite, Allowed screaming was followed.
As usual my dad took his flash light then turn on the light switch and was carrying his gun, he was an army man and he brought his gun with him, then he saw my mom was terrified telling my dad that she saw those same shadow figures that I saw and was telling them about, at the hall cross from the washroom.
The man and woman who owned the place and 2 other hotel customers from the far side bedroom of the hotel woke up and looked to see what had happened. Then they all sat at the launch area at the front talking about what had happened and asking my mom if she was imagining or seeing a light reflection?
I don’t know what happened after that as My brother and I went to our bed covering ourselves in the blankets, and force yourself to sleep I never went to that washroom at night ,I used to make sure that I go when it was light and when I asked someone to turn on the light.
There were not good lighting and mostly they use kerosene lanterns, but there was basic lighting and they do have old generators
My mother was pushed at the corner of the house one day while she was watching from the window and hit her elbow on the corner rocks and dislocated her elbow.
That was in the afternoon before they were ready to take us out. I remember my brother Sam was very upset as he was looking forward to going to the outdoor silent films, as my dad promised to take me to the army club that runs these events.
But now my father had to take my mother to the hospital using his 1958 Buick car that he were driving all of us from Baghdad to Mosul, The car didn’t start from some reason, so he managed to take her with what we used to call Arabiji kind of a horse buggy as that was very common transport at that time and they took my mom to the clinic and the doctor managed to put her dislocated elbow back to its normal position. While my father asked a mechanic to come and fix the car that was having trouble with the battery.
My father told the doctor that she fell on the rock and dislocated her elbow. And didn’t tell him about the ghost story. My father was a very skeptical man. My mom told me that later.
My brother Sam was telling my mother that a voice / shadow man tells him to go to the corner of the hotel where he wants to talk to him .
After that my mom asked the owner to move our suite/room to the other side of the hotel away from the hotel corner suite and spend the remaining one week away from that bad area.
The old lady started to put some flowers, mirrors, water, fruit, her bible, and candle at the hotel corner area and do what we call ritual cleansing, the lady owner brought a priest as she was an Iraqi Christian to cleanse the place too.
My mother told the priest that before she got pushed to the rock she heard voices saying ……HELP US…help us. And told him about the multiple apparitions she saw before that. My mother was in her early pregnancy with my brother Raad as later they named him.
My brother Sam and I used to have continuous nightmares at that hotel. We saw shadow figures and some of the white figures moving at night and early dawn and we couldn’t wait to leave that hotel-beds and breakfast.
The owners of the hotel were Caledonians and they make the best fresh bread and marble jam,
eggs and fresh fruit, pies and homemade yogurt and cheese, and she always
make halal food kosher food for the Muslim visitors.
When Sam and I go to sleep we used to hear our parents arguing about the ghost stories
and my father used to tell my mother to be careful and think logically so the people don’t think that they were crazy.
One day my dad was in his room and he had his old music recorder playing nice music and old songs, the recorder pushed away from the table and broke down. You see, my mother said.
See what! My father answered.
He started checking the table if it was tilted.
3 days to go back home
SAM and I didn’t like what happened to our mother , and Sam told me he have an Idea to punish those ghosts who live at the hall at that rock, so he asked for my help to pull the long water hose from the back yard and put one side in the water faucet and we brought the second end and put it in the hall between the cracks deep in the rock at the corner of the hotel where we thought the ghosts came from.
While we were doing that, we were called as my father was ready to take us all for good Kebab and Turkish Shawarma, so we ran to change and went out with my dad, and we forgot about the water hose with water running in between the rocks.
When we arrived there were police, construction workers and cleaners, the hotel owner and her sons, and relatives were all gathered. The police sealed that area. The owner told my mother that they found a water hose in that corner that led to the collapse of the corner and that part of the wall fell down and uncovered 6 skeletons in a shallow grave in that corner .The people in the hotel all were praying and talking to each other about it , while my mother was packing and pointing finger at my dad , you see I told you so, you never believed me? She told him.
Second day the police arrived with a large police car and managed to carry the skeletons out so the cleaners and the construction workers could come back and fix the wall and paint the area.
We never went to that area and we used the washroom in the other side until the last day
Later my father found out that the dead family of 6 lived 400 hundred years earlier in the same area that hotel was built on, and that area used to be part of larger farm house and that corner area was a private graveyard, the police also found that few more bodies were in the back of the wall close to the garden.
The medical report was that they died by monoxide carbon poisoning, or some sort of poisoning.
Their relatives buried at that grave of the farm house, and years later the area
was sold and changed hands until this family changed the house to beds and breakfast resort.
The owner of the house told my dad later that she used to hear voices and whispers but she used to brush it as noises in the building and used to put Crosses and read the bible and nothing happened to hear until we came!
Later my mother delivered my brother Raad was born and 2 years after she delivered a girl and she called her Ahlam.
My mother told me when she was pushed she promised that if she gets a baby girl to call her the same name of that ghost child, AHLAM.
My Mom passed away in 1998, and Dad passed away in 2003, both died and are buried in Baghdad city. My brother Sam migrated to the USA, and passed away in 2001 buried in Las Vegas. My sister Ahlam still lives in Baghdad among other 5 sisters. And 2 brothers .My mother had 11 children .One brother also died in Baghdad. My brother Raad still lives in Baghdad.
I migrated to Canada back in 1979 and now live in Grand Prairie, Alberta.
Later my mother delivered and my brother Raad was born and 2 years after she delivered a girl and she called her Ahlam. My mother told me when she was pushed she promised that if she got a baby girl to call her the same name of that ghost child. But Ahlam seems to follow me.
My Mom passed away in 1998, and Dad passed away in 2003, both died and are buried in Baghdad city. My brother Sam migrated to the USA, and passed away in 2001 buried in Las Vegas. My sister Ahlam still lives in Baghdad among other 5 sisters. And 2 brothers .
My mother had 11 children .One brother also died in Baghdad. My brother Raad still lives in Baghdad. I migrated to Canada back in 1979 and now live in Calgary
1962 – Baghdad city
My father got arrested with the 1962 revolution and many of his friends were killed, and he was sent to 6 years in prison with torture almost every day, and then he was sent to the train of death where many prisoners were murdered, he survived the ordeal.
So my mother moved from house to smaller and smaller, cheaper and cheaper house to survive, Ahlam and Intisar were my baby sisters along with my brother Sam and Raad.
I still see the same terrifying demon face in my dreams and sometimes I got slopped so hard by this entity that I ran so fast from the room, I awoke and felt the slap on my face and I was so sad and angry that this entity violated my space. Only the prayers seem to help and keep it away.
One nice summer night, early in July 1975, in Baghdad City, Iraq, I left my work at al yarmook hospital as I was working the second shift until 12 midnight .I kept walking and every now and then turning to see if the city bus was on the road. I decided to walk back home.
Then I took a shortcut that led to my place in almost 30 minutes less time, but it goes through a grave yard with palm trees all over that area. At that time there was execution of some spies in Baghdad and they brought them to the Hospital for final medical report from the corner. The bodies laid in the large freezer area. So I was already freaked out by those bodies with covered heads as they were all hanging by the neck.
MY walking path led next to the old cemetery. I kept walking until I reached the site of the graveyard. The weather had warmed up during the night. It was a dark night with a beautiful moon, and the only light came from it with few old street lights along the grave. Sound of Owls can be heard from not too far away.
I was nervous about passing the graveyard, remembering the rumors of graveyard ghouls that I have heard from many friends. I stumbled along, humming and reading passages from the holy book and some prayers to keep up my courage.
Suddenly, I heard a sound of horse legs moving that caught my attention; a very thin man was riding a very thin horse almost like a skeleton. Every time I move to a different direction, the horse will move and follow me and when I stop the sound will stop too.
When I turned my face to see the horse and the rider they were like skeletons , they really scared me and I was so terrified as by now I was in the middle of the cemetery and couldn’t go back and I had to keep moving forward to reach our house .
My heart pounding in fear and the horse man is following me slowly so I was so nervous and upset , I turned quickly and scream as loud as i could , why are you following me here , but I couldn’t see the man or the horse , they are like vanished from sight and there are no ways to hid at all as he was a way from tree lines and in the cemetery . I remember that I ran as fast as I could to get out of that place.
When I ran I dropped a small book I used to carry with me, so I left it behind hoping that I will get it in the morning when the sunshine and many visitors are around. The book fell around a corner of the cemetery. When I arrived home I told my mother about what had happened to me and she told me not to cross the cemetery at night alone so that something can follow you.
Few days later we heard the news that one of those people who were executed at the hospital was buried in that spot where I dropped my book, I retrieved my book from the graveyard caretaker and he told me who was buried in that area.
The family moved to this old apartment complex, as it was the last resource for low rent to fit their low budget .The landlord lady was an old and very kind lady that took pity on this tenant with her 4 kids.
The family moved with their few belonging to this old one bedroom unit. The tenant started to work for the old landlord and so she gave her rent free as her salary and the tenant was doing the laundry, house cleaning, and cooking going to the market for her and in return the old lady also gave her and her kids 4 food for each day.
One child was 8 and he went to school, another was 5 and the third was 3 and one girl 2 years old.
The landlord loved children so she asked the tenant if she could keep the kids in her house while she was working for her cleaning, washing, cooking, and going to the market. One child didn’t like to stay in the old lady’s house because she always asked him to take care of the 2 years old. They always watched cartoons and slept so he liked to stay alone in the unit and watch TV alone until his mother came back with the other 2 kids .
The tenant was very grateful for this job, as her husband was in a political prison for 6 years. So she knew that she had to work very hard and thank God for his blessing of that job and that kind landlord, as the government paid only a few dollars a month and it was not even enough to buy food for a month.
By the time she go to her place and look after her children fed them, prepare the older child for his next day school, wash their clothes and iron them then she was ready to sleep with the 2 years and 3 years old children beside her, and as soon as her head hit the pillow she was in 7 heavens. Occasionally woke up after the 2 years old cries and she gave her the warm milk bottle.
There was this icon talisman on the wall part of the unit furniture that’s belonging to the landlord lady. It was a mystic looking evil eye or they call it the eye of Fatima for protection as this was and still is part of middle east culture way back from the Jewish and Islamic traditions they used to call it om Khams anyone ( khamsha , hamsa,) ,it was larger than usual, bronze with green jade and red stones . When the sunlight hits the eye it will shine in the morning, and when the moon light hits the eye it becomes even more mysterious with red laser like light shining from it that mixes with the jade and the brass.
There is only one bedroom so the lady and the children slept in one room, the older child had his own corner bed, and the rest slept on small, thin mattresses on the floor. The lady slept in the middle front of the door. In the room was that old antique table with a mirror that was kept by the landlord lady in the place that was exactly on the opposite side of the Eye. At night when the moon is full the moonlight shines to this eye and the light reflects to the mirror that keeps the 3 children entertained. They used to have a small black and white TV that the old landlord gave to them to watch cartoons.
The older child used to go to school nearby after he ate his oatmeal, and one was 5 years old and stayed back home, after his mother took the other 2 with her to the landlord’s house to work. Their mother go to work at the old lady house that was only 100 feet away the little child stay behind watching cartoon as he didn’t like to go to the landlord house ,and like watching cartoon and children show on the black and white the TV alone , and watch the windows to see when his brother Sam comes back .
His mother didn’t have a baby sitter, she couldn’t afford one, and the landlord lady was watching the other 2 kids while my mother worked. The landlord lady had knee pain and used a cane to walk, her husband passed away a few years earlier leaving her the large house and the apartment units.
The little child mother told him to not open the door to any one, only if he feels he was in danger or there was a fire to leave the house and come to her at her work and always ask him to join them so they can all stay at the landlord house while she do her work but he liked to stay in the unit.
When his mother arrived from work for break, to do her prayers, and to feed the child and make sure that he was ok she found the little child sleeping beside the mirror or on the top of the table where the mirror stood. She didn’t think much about it. She thought it was child play and he might be bored
One day when she walked into the place she could hear her child talking to someone!
She was surprised! so she moved slowly to the bedroom and looked from the corner of the door. She saw him talking to the mirror, again she thought it was a child’s imagination and loneliness but when she asked him about it the child said yes he was talking to the lady in the mirror.
What lady? The mother asked
The old nice lady who tell me everything, the child replied
You mean the landlord lady? You want to talk to her, the mother asked
No mom, it is a nice lady she told me things, and always protect me, he answered
Again the mother brushed it off as imagination and asked the child to watch TV and started to teach him how to pray to God, and told him to come with her so he wouldn’t feel alone. But he insisted on staying, and only went to walk with his mom to the park nearby sometimes.
The child conversation with that lady in the mirror only happens when the sunlight hits the eye and it reflects to the mirror then the lady appears to the .
The child asked the lady in the mirror who always appeared to him on Friday afternoon, what is your name?
My name is Salma, the answer was given, and my name is Saad the child answered
Yes I know, she replied
How do you know me? Are you our relative? And why are you inside the mirror? The child asked. I used to live here for 20 years. Make sure to keep this secret between us ok because no one will believe you if you start telling them and then they think you are crazy, promise me, the lady voice asked.
I promise you, the child replied.
Do you want to eat oatmeal or drink some water, the child asked her?
Thank you for the offer, I don’t eat or drink her, she answered.
But how can you survive and live without food, the child asked?
She laughed and said, I make prayers and God sustains me with each prayer.
The child starts looking behind the table and the mirror to see how she gets in the mirror.
Sometimes he didn’t hear from her for 2 weeks or more. One time she told him that you will move to a far away land when you get older and your brother Sam will also move to a different land. How about my little brother and sister? He asked?
They will stay here in this land, she said
The child’s mother was so surprised to see her son screaming at the mirror, where are you, where are you, why don’t you answer me again?
His mother was very worried about him and told him that maybe he was reading the story Mirror, Mirror on the wall or watching the story on TV.
No mom, I am looking for Salma the old lady? The child said with anger.
Look son, there is no lady in a mirror ok, the reflection can make you think you see someone, so she decided to move the Eye ( hamsa) from the wall and put it in the drawer inside the table . As soon as she did that the mirror cracked, a large crack appeared from nowhere in the mirror from the top to the bottom with a gush of wind moved toward the window that both the child and his mother felt.
The mother said it was possibly a very old mirror and when she moved the table it broke. We better take it off, so she managed to carefully remove the broken mirror from the frame and took it away from the place to the garbage outside so no one get hurt. She got a small circular mirror from the landlord and kept it on the table.
While the lady was having a conversation with the landlord over a cup of tea she mentioned what the child was seeing and that he told her the name of the lady was Salma, and he was talking to this imaginary friend.
Salma! The landlord mentioned the name in a strange, surprising voice.
You better not leave your child alone and let me talk to him, she told the tenant.
The lady asked her child if he needed to come with her and tell the landlord what was happening, so he did tell her.
The landlord cried softly and said just sit down, we need to talk.
The landlord started telling this story to the tenant; there was this lady who used to rent the same unit that you live in now her name was Selma.
What! The tenant lady was shocked.
Let me finish, the landlord said.
Selma was a very kind woman, and she used to teach in a nearby girls primary school, she was lonely and didn’t get married. She stayed in the same bedroom and she passed away 4 years ago in the same room just a few months after her retirement.
My God, do you mean her ghost is still in the place, I am worried about my kids now, the tenant said.
No worries she was a nice lady and all the furniture you see in your place belonged to her. Her family donated to keep it in the place and took only her pictures and other things. I don’t think she will cause any problem, the landlord said.
But still a ghost and please don’t let the kids know and I will do the same, the tenant said.
Both the tenant and the landlord went to the unit and did some cleansing they call Ruqeya , an Islamic well known cleansing method to cleanse the place , The landlord did the prayers from outside the building as she couldn’t take the stairs , and the tenant did the prayers and cleansing from the inside and did that for few days. She also removed the table from the place along with the Eye on the wall.
I WAS THAT CHILD and the tenant was my mother’s God bless her soul, she told us later what had happened, and my mom passed away 1997 in Baghdad. We stayed in that house until my dad got out of prison and opened his own variety store, and got a better place for us.
Greece and Canada.
Later I moved to Greece to study and then to Canada, and my brother Sam moved to the US. Raad and Ahlam stayed in Baghdad until now. My dad passed away in 2003 in Baghdad.
Life is amazing , spirits and ghosts can be trapped , or attached in an area and they leave only when they feel that they are safe and secure .Selma wanted to get married and have children so she always misses this in life , and she find us the children and my mother as a company , she never hurt us and never tried to harm us .
I never felt threatened by her at all; it was so peaceful to talk to her.
My Father got out of political prison.
I Saw my friend spirit while he got shot dead in another place, He was shot the day before but I saw his spirit walking to the hospital in north Iraq the day before that. Then his body was brought by the army to the hospital; he was shot in the chest by a sniper.
The shapeshifter in moose factory north Ontario
I Graduated from Fanshawe College in London Ontario back in 1983. I started sending my CV to So many hospitals looking for a job as a radiographer.
And while I was waiting I worked at a nearby restaurant in London Ontario. I was hired by Moose factory general hospital around mid-June 1983, as a combined technologist doing X-ray and Ultrasound, the previous technologist was on maternity leave. The hospital now is called Weeneebayko general hospital.
I packed my belongings and sold some items and let my landlord know about my job 2 months ahead that I would be leaving, I was renting month to month. I shipped a few boxes by mail to the moose factory and took 2 suitcases with me.
The hospital HR sent me the tickets and I said my goodbyes to my friends and there I went flying from London Ontario to Toronto then to Thunder Bay then to Timmins Ontario while the planes were getting smaller and smaller and I was heading way north. Timmins went to Moosonee Ontario, a small town just across the river from the moose factory reserve. The airport service sent my cases in a boat while they sent me flying with a small helicopter that crossed the river to the hospital.
When I arrived and finished all the paperwork they gave me a nice meal at the hospital restaurant and they gave me free food tickets for the next few days. They also gave me the key to my room at the hospital compound with all the personal items and they gave me a quick tour to the place, followed by a tour of the hospital and the radiology department. When the night sets in I was so tired and slept very well. It was a weekend so I had 2 days free time to check the moose factory town, the stores, and the historical places.
The hospital was designed like a double cross shaped one Vertical line in the middle and 2 horizontal sections facing each other. It was designed as a TB hospital in the old days. I never thought I would meet a ghost face to face beside the black flies and the sand flies.
Two weeks passed and I was learning a great deal from the doctors and the radiologist who visit the hospital and take rounds. On weekends there was nothing much to do, no bars or movies as it was a dry reserve, no alcohol sale. People make their own wine and they can cross the river out of the reserve to be able to go to the bars etc. There were lots of house parties to kill time and meet people.
I used to enjoy walking and discovering the place, the old churches and cemeteries.
One Saturday night I was walking closes to the hospital in the summer night of early summer 1983 and I looked up at the hospital window
I saw a native Indian lady watching from the hospital window in one of the wards. She looked around 27 to 30 years old with long dark hair and deep dark eyes. I didn’t think much of it as there were so many patients who go to the windows and watch. But her dark black eyes were piercing and hard to forget. Sometimes I see her on different nights when I used to get a callback. I waved to her but she just kept watching me.
I was so intrigued and asked one of my nursing friends and she told me that there was no one who fit her description beside the old women who usually go to sleep very early. We thought maybe she was one of the visitors who used to visit family members. But I used to see her early morning when I used to get a call back very early AM and when I walk to that area beside the hospital her she is standing by the window, when I take turn and go back to the hospital at the 2nd floor and looked in to the room that I used to see her from the window.
I looked inside the room and I didn’t see anyone standing by the window.
I went to the 3rd top floor and no one fit her description either. This blue and white hospital served so many patients for so many years many people were born and died at the hospital. The hospital also served as a training place for so many nursing graduates from many places in Canada.
My friend,(Lori), was a nice 24 years old nurse with beautiful red hair from Nova Scotia. Lori and I were very good friends. We do things together and go to stores together, she used to cry on my shoulder while walking in the moose factory exploring the place, as she misses her family so much it was her first trip outside her hometown.
It was a chilly night of late summer when I had a call to the emergency to do an X-ray on Saturday As usual, I did the x-ray and I took the cassette to the dark rooms to be processed as in those days we used to use a dark room and we don’t have digital imaging yet. In the darkroom, I used to feel that have been watched, it used to give me the creep, and I always brush off as an anxiety or been tired at night in the darkroom , until one day I heard a female voice calling me and telling me I am here, I am here in very creepy faint voice.
She doesn’t call my name, she just says the same word over and over again. While she was scratching the darkroom door back and forth, we used to use the dark room to process the X-Ray films in those days. Same time I heard Ahlam the child ghost to be careful and never listen to her. I thought I was going crazy or If I had some sort of schizophrenia but I didn’t as the doctor I went to for help told me, he said I might be very tired as I used to take calls and sleep only a few hours.
I couldn’t turn on the light in the darkroom otherwise all the films will be burned, so I used to look around under the darkroom red light with fear and telling myself it must be one of my friend playing trick on me, maybe it was Lori, maybe the old man who used to work as a darkroom technician .
The voice was of a female voice and there was something different about it, it was like a whispering enchanting voice. It reminded me of the same demon that I saw when I woke up at the hospital after drowning. That happened a few times in my night shift and I asked my friend Lori if she was in the darkroom. She always mentioned that she was at her compound watching TV with other nurses. As I thought, maybe someone was trying to scare me.
The last weekend of September 1983 was the 24th. I was walking back from the hospital to my room at the hospital compound when I heard the same voice calling me (I am here 3 times). Not again I said to myself
I Turned my face fast behind me to see who was that joker and didn’t see anyone and I kept walking toward the hospital compound, opened the door and walked to my room on the first floor and said my greeting to those who were watching TV at the common launch at the front of the compound door.
When I walked to my room on the right side of the first floor and sat on my bed relaxing and watching my small TV I heard the same sound I am here 3 times, three small stones hitting my window. At the third stone, I stood up and opened the curtain and saw the same Native girl who I saw before at the hospital window. Who are you? And why are you here? I am not allowed to date a patient or let you in the compound, I told her. She looked deeply sad and focused.
Follow me; she said in a whisper like sound 3 times, it was a very chanting but creepy voice. While on the other side of the road stood AHLAM the child ghost telling me to go to my place and never to follow. I put on my jacket and went to the front door to go out and follow that lady and find out what’s wrong with her. Do you have a call back again? A nurse asked me from the launch it was Lori.
Yes, I said and I hurried out and didn’t know that Lori would follow me.
I turned to the right and kept walking looking at the dark long-haired lady until I found her at the end of the compound and she said follow me. I was afraid of what would happen if someone knew her from the hospital and saw me with her, what if her native family saw me and asked me why I was with her? So many questions came to my mind but it was statutory night and most of the people were at their house parties, sleeping, or watching TV, I kept following the lady who was wearing beautiful native Indian attire not from out of time, dark red and brown. What’s your name please slow down? – I asked.
While Ahlam the little girl ghost kept appearing every now and then and telling me not to follow her and pointing toward my house to go back, I thought maybe I was stressed out, and afraid , following a lady and I was imagining this child ghost again. I was determined to follow that beautiful lady.
Where are you taking me, just stop and let’s talk, where are you going? I kept asking.
She didn’t answer at all. I remember that every time I came close to her I felt extremely cold. Then I asked loudly, by heaven sake what your name is?
Savannah, was her answer in deep scary voice,
And she kept moving fast to the hospital drive street that was the name of the street hospital drive.
She walked to Front Street all the way beside the Anglican Church close to the cemetery of the church in moose factory, Ontario.
And I kept asking where are you going? Will you please stop; I don’t want to do anything around the sacred ground or the cemetery ok.
Follow me, was always the answer, again in deep echoic scary tone
I was really worried because if she wants to talk to me she should be done by now, why is she taking me far away? I was worried if this would be a good idea for a date.
She started to pass the edge of the cemetery of the Anglican Church
Then I said, I am leaving OK, I am tired, and I am going back to my place. When I said that she turned and as soon as she turned that beautiful face I saw before turned to an old, very old lady with no eyes at all deep dark eyes was just a hollow black, white hair and long nails and no face, her face turned to total black circle, her hands and nails looked like an eagle claws. 3 in front and one retracted back. When her hands turned to claws my hand was so cold, freezing cold. I knew I was following a demon, I knew then that Ahlam wasn’t a fragment of my imagination and that she was really trying to warn me.
My body was frozen. I couldn’t run or move, I tried, it was like a magnet that holds me at that place. I was so terrified and my heart was racing,
It was the scariest moment in my life, a very dreadful feeling, my heart was beating so fast and I am getting so sick in my stomach.
it sent a shiver to my spine, I managed to pray in my language and said the lord name over and over then I felt better, the more I prayed the more I could move , then I managed to ran backward and praying to God, and told her to leave me alone in God name , and turned ,then ran very fast out of the graveyard to the street.
When I heard a voice calling me from the street, Steve – Steve what are you doing here why are running. I was so in shock I called the voice AHLAM…THANK YOU AHLAM….But it wasn’t the child ghost anymore.
It was Lori, the nurse, my friend, she followed me out of curiosity. I told her we better leave this place at once I was shaken, I hold her hand and kept running, then she ran ahead of me and I was following her
Back to our place, did you see her, did you see her face? I asked while we were running so fast back to our compound.
Yes I saw you following someone from far away; I didn’t see who you were following, Lori said.
Police car pulled beside us after seeing us running and asked us if we were ok? I told him that we are racing each other and having fun.
Take it easy folks, the native officer replied.
When I reached my place Lori went upstairs to her room where the female nurses lived and I went back downstairs to my room where all male workers lived. I was Shivering, scared and worried if that childhood demon would come back again, and I started praying in my room; I put a cassette tape with prayers in my old recorder. I put a rosary and salt at the window and closed the window and doors
I was so scared, her face and eyes were so dark hollow black. Her nails were so long and sharp.
I knew I had met a ghost or something. I changed my room I took the second empty room beside my room and made sure that the windows are closed shut and covered the window glass with aluminum foil, I put all the salt shakers that I can find beside the window and the doors , locked my doors and kept praying until I slept, covering myself like a child shivering .
I didn’t tell anyone so they don’t think I am dating a patient or a local girl. The past history of the island was full of strange stories, fights, abused local women, rape and killing from the era of the Hudson Bay Company and the fur traders at that time. But later in life the name Savannah came to be a very important name in my life. Remember that when I asked the demon for her name she said, Savannah!
Later I found out that I had a daughter from a local woman that I met at one of the parties. She was 26 years old and we dated for 3 days only, she told me that she was on the pills and she couldn’t be pregnant, but later she became pregnant.
I didn’t tell her about the demon woman I saw at all or the name Savannah. One year later the local lady that I dated called me and told me that she had a daughter, a baby girl from me and that she called her Savannah!!!! That was the name of the same demon I saw.
She was born on March 12, the same day that I was born.
I left the Moose Factory Island in early April 1985 to work in Windsor –Ontario.
I don’t know if it was skin-walker, my own demon thought manifestation, incubus type of demon or other form of demons. But her voice and look was exactly the same demon that woke me up in my childhood after the drowning.
The demon following me to Indio California,
I was working with Palo Verde Imaging in Indio California back in 1988 /1989
The place was an old building that has physiotherapy and the doctors moved to a new building and rented the place for my boss to open a general and vascular ultrasound clinic.
I was living in Indio California at that time. We had many undocumented Mexican immigrants and they used to pay cash for their ultrasound services.
One day I was working alone as the second sonographer was away, an old Mexican lady came with her daughter to check for her daughter’s pregnancy and see the child, in that time we didn’t have 3d or 4d imagine but we can show them the baby and give them Polaroid pictures on thermal prints.
The patient was sent by a doctor to check for viability, the baby was 14 weeks at that time
While I was doing the ultrasounds canning the baby had very faint heart and his heart beats was less than 50 beats per minutes, there was lots of amniotic fluid/polyhydramnios and by the time I did the scan and all other measurements the baby heart stopped completely and went to fetal demise, it’s very rare to happen while I do the ultrasound and this is only case I had in my scanning Currier that the baby heart stop in the end of the exam.
So, I documented the heart beats on Doppler /m-mode and put it on a VHS video to show that there is no heartbeat. The patient was sad and started crying along with the grandmother. The husband was supportive and understanding and he took them back to the doctor clinic nearby. I told this story to a TV production in the USA, so I am not going to go into too much detail on this horrific and amazing story in my life about a ghost of a dead grandmother who followed me and weeping for the death of her grandchild. With it came an entity
It was the same demonic entity I saw in moose factory- Ontario, but now she was closer and pushed me right to the bed and started to talk in a very strange language that I never heard before, and I know Hebrew, Arabic, Malay, Greek and even Aramaic but her language was so strange it was like a mix between old Hebrew and Aramaic of north Iraq. The entity changed her height. She was about 3 feet long with no neck ugly looking hairy face with very sharp teeth and dark hollow eyes and mouth.
With a very fat hairy body and a tail, it has 4 fingers only like claws and her eyes like a cat eye. She scared the living hell out of me. I was so terrified and I couldn’t believe what I saw. Is that the same demon? Why did she change her look? I kept myself thinking to gather my strength and start praying as I knew as soon as I started praying she would leave me alone.
I managed to gather my courage and scream so hard the lord’s name and pray. Every time I prayed I felt that her grip was getting weaker until I shouted with my prayers, the entity left the room floating more than walking.
I ran and left the apartment and told the compound manager what I just saw and it was way after midnight.
The manager knew me, and he knew that I don’t do drugs or drink , he believed me, and changed my apartment to one that is far away in the compound. He let me stay overnight in the guest room, as I was so afraid to go back to the apartment alone.
Next day I managed to move and we brought a priest to bless the apartments .I wondered if that was related to what I saw in the clinic somehow. If I got something that followed me to my apartment ?
The clinic was closed down as the other sonographer went to work with the hospital and I moved back to Canada.
The south Alaska incident
Alaska is littered with abandoned Russian settlements, deserted prospecting sites and the wreckage
Of so many doomed expeditions into the cold, dark and mysterious far north. Spirits of the ancients are even said to be trapped in the great animals roaming the Great Land,
And while there’s talk of ghosts and spirits rustling in trees, haunting old lodges, moaning in the mountain passes and dwelling near shipwrecks, only one recurring premonition can be said to have scared off the state government. It’s somehow fitting that perhaps the greatest concentration of paranormal activity in Alaska’s vast lands has been reported near one of the world’s richest-known gold and copper strikes.
The old railroad that serviced the Kennecott copper mines in the Valdez and Chitina mining districts. Is said to be so haunted, so spooky, that to this day — 73 years after the final lode was hauled –
Phantoms plague repeated attempts by locals and even state officials to redevelop the area. Kennecott’s ore was mined from deep inside the Wrangell Mountains and then carried across a three-mile aerial tramway before it was conveyed 4,000 feet down the frozen mountainside to the mining town of Kennecott. And from there the ore met up with the Copper River and North West Railway.
Reported that the grave markers are gone, vanished into the still, cool mountain air. Back in the late 1990s, the state of Alaska is said to have begun developing a government housing tract out along the trail that once marked the CR & NW. But during construction, workers so regularly recounted phantom visions and “disembodied voices of both children and adults along the Old Copper Railroad” that keeping work up became impossible. Eventually things got even worse, construction workers, having seen the tombstones and heard the wails of long-dead miners, then started losing their tools, right out of their tool belts and boxes.
Here is my True story that I witnessed back in 1989 in South Alaska.
I called it
The 26 Ghosts of Hyder, Alaska Light tunnel
At the sign at the street of Hydra town that says “the friendliest ghost town IN Alaska.
Back in 1989 my friend Jason and I took a trip to Hyder Alaska from terrace BC, North Of BC- Canada.
It took us less than 5 hours to arrive while we were stopping along the road to enjoy the scenery and have a bite to eat along the road
We left early morning so we could come back at the same day while we were at Hyder Alaska
I decided to venture around the area by foot. It was a nice day back at the end of July 1989 with mild rain every now and then.
My friend suppose to meet someone else in one of the restaurant to talk about winter time tourism business back in north BC
As he was a skiing instructor, he used to take THE USA tourists to good SAFE skiing spots in north BC.
So I told him that we will meet back in my truck in 3 hours.
After we had our lunch in Glacier Inn he met his friend to talk about the skiing business and I went to walk around and see the small friendly Ghost town, many tourists were walking by and taken pictures with the old cameras I thought maybe I go to my car and get my camera, too but I was already far and I thought I better enjoy the scenery and then go back I had a small flashlight ,umbrella , a Swiss knife and bear spray from the store in Hyder. After a 20 min walk I decided to sit on a broken tree bark not too far from the main old town centre.
I was afraid to venture far and alone in a bear country so I stay closer to the town about 15 minutes walk from the town and while sitting around 2 in the afternoon I suddenly saw a strange light coming far from the forest area closer to where I was sitting about 200 yards , I took cover behind a tree as I was terrified by it . It looked like a tornado but made of light with no sand or water in it, just swirling light formation, no sound and it was horizontal in direction not vertical.
I was so upset that I didn’t have my camera with me. I thought this must be some strange light phenomenon in front of the light tunnel. I was looking around to see if I could see any person with a camera, but there was no one in the area. And It was absolutely silent, it was like the forest went to sleep.
I stood at that point holding a tree in both of my arms, I was afraid if that was some kind of strange tornado? Then I was shocked when I saw 26 light figures. They look like human figures but without facial recognition they all came from the east direction.
6 figures in each group they were 4 groups , each 6 figures group of 3 behind each other and then the other 6 few meters behind and so on, total of 24, and 2 figures were at the front gate of this light tunnel it was like those 2 figures at the gate knew The other 24 figures and welcoming them into the light tunnel , they all enter this gate of light with no sound , no talking ,and the gate closes and pulled so fast back toward the horizon.
I hit my head on the tree and said to myself , now How am I going to explain this , who is going to believe someone in the woods, without a camera in south Alaska?
The tunnel vanished in a matter of less than a few minutes and went back to the same starting point.
It was like a soul collecting tunnel, a portal of light, in that day and that time while I was sitting to witness it. WHY ME, I asked myself?
I am sure that tunnel will come once it will come again somewhere, somehow on this earth. Until now I think of that moment and ask myself who were those 26 souls and where that tunnel came from and why the angel of death as we know didn’t come first , could it be that after they died it took them some time to go to the light ? I turned and walked very fast back to the restaurant looking for Jason.
Later when my friend arrived at the truck I asked him to drive back and he looked at me and said what’s the matter, you look like a ghost and laughed and said friendly ghost and laughed again but I didn’t laugh and my mind was away thinking and trying to make sense of what had just happened.
When I told him what I saw he replied did you drink anything as the bars here serve very strong alcohol. You know I don’t smoke or drink, I replied. Maybe you were sitting relaxed and fell asleep and dreamed.
No, I was awake and sitting for a while and about to return to the town and my car, I replied.
Do you want to go back and we can take pictures? “
NO, I don’t think we will see that thing again,
I told him it was one thing at that moment and we were in the car trying to make sense of it, and rationalize it.
My friend asked me if we can stay overnight and we can leave tomorrow and we can take pictures.
Let’s go back home, I told him.
We drove back another 5 hours to Terrace BC. I was shocked and stunned, as we are truly not alone in this universe. We might be the only human but definitely not alone.
After researching the number 26 the only explanation I came up with is those 26 souls that lost their lives in the Granduc mine, Stewart -Hyder, Alaska avalanche not far away. But the question is why here in this place and not close to the mine itself! Until now I don’t have an answer.
I felt maybe the 2 white figures at the front of the gate were guiding the rest to come with them and maybe they missed them and they wanted them all to join the light. How I wish to know more about those figures .
According to the Gospel of Luke, there were 26 generations from David to Jesus Christ, as well as from Moses to Adam.
Another fact about number 26 that is related to the Bible is that Jesus was in the age of 26 when Joseph died and it is known that Joseph was the adoptive father of Jesus Christ. In the Gospel of Luke 26 numbers were used. While number 18 is mentioned 26 times in the Bible
Also, there are some words that are mentioned 26 times in the Bible, such as “baptism“, “prescription“, etc.
It is interesting to say that the Hebrew name of God has 26 as its numerical value. It is also known that the 26th verse
The Bible is about God’s image. According to the Bible, number 26 could mean the power of salvation.
There are 26 letters in the Latin alphabet as well
You can research and find the names of those 26 minors who died at the in the Granduc mine, Stewart -Hyder, Alaska avalanche disaster Mar 1956 Granduc Mines Ltd hauled in 2,000 tons of freight, on snow sleds, to start the copper mine north of Stewart, near the Alaska Panhandle. L. T. Postle was Mine President at that time.
All was not perfect on building this mine.
After the avalanche only the bunkhouses, mine office, warehouse, and the first-aid building/hospital were left intact.
Do we get directions from our dreams that give us insight into the spiritual world that is unseen? I called it HAUNTED DREAMS.
My dead family members reached out to me in my dreams to ask me or tell me something that will happen later. Here are my stories of some of those dreams.
Researches related to Inca ancient times believe that dreams of dead people are an important sign that must not be ignored. The Torah, New Testament, and the Quran mentioned so many stories about prophetic dreams. The dead ones come to our dreams with a message, advice or warning.
Psychologists believe that dreams about relatives or friends who have just passed away are because of depression or a feeling of guilt towards them.
It is also commonly assumed that the dream of a dead person is a sign of unexpected news. I had a similar experience.
My first prophetic dream started back when I was 5 years old. I am not going through many of those details that might take pages to write about but I will focus on the most important dreams that haunted me the rest of my life, and make me always think that we are not alone, no matter where we are or in which body states we are. Before I go into detail I had a vision when I was 9 years old. It was not a dream.
My mother is supposed to take me with her to visit my father in the political prison north of Iraq so she must take a train. My vision was so clear that to this day I remember it so clearly. I saw a train derailed and went out of course and people screaming. I told my mother I don’t want to go with fear. She asked me why. I said the train was going to be derailed and we should not go.
I was lucky that my mother was superstitious and listened to me and she believes that children have a gift of intuition, so she didn’t go.
She didn’t lose any money as she usually buys the tickets on the spot. On the same day, the evening news mentioned that the train we were supposed to ride, going from Baghdad to Mosul was derailed and many people were injured without any fatality.
I have 4 brothers and 6 sisters.
My brother’s nickname Mohammed was 28 years old studying oil engineering and looking forward to getting married to his girlfriend. He used to live with my family and parents in Baghdad city back in 1988. The Iraq and Iran war was at the peak. Most graduate students were drafted into the army and those who can pay the service pay are allowed to do so. I sent him the money so he will not serve in the army. Then he bought a taxi with the extra money I used to send to my family.
One evening he left our house in Baghdad to take someone to a nearby town because he wanted the extra money from the taxi business as all the government jobs were Holt’s at that time. But he never returned back home. In a few days the police came to our house and asked the family to send someone to identify a body in the morgue at Salheya hospital in Baghdad.
My brother Munir went and identified the body and that was of brother Mohan.
My brother Mohan was shot and killed by thieves of Baghdad with multiple shots in his chest. The passenger was one of those thieves who lured my brother to that isolated town; they killed him and stole the tires, battery and some other spare parts of the car as Iraq was under the USA sanctions at that time.
Later, after few months of his death, I started to dream of him telling me that he wanted me to check his car seat. He put his wallet in the set cushion under his seat driver side way deep and that he wanted me to give the money to my mother as he used to help her alot like me. And then he asked me to pass the letter to his fiancé.
I didn’t put too much attention on that dream. The dream started to reoccur again and again with a more orderly tone.I called my other brothers and asked to check the seats, I didn’t tell them about the dream so they don’t think that I lost my marbles.
The car body was taken to the police but they never checked deep in the seats. They did some fingerprints, hair fibers and ballistics and let my family take the rest of the car which they did as they found that only the battery, tires and the radio were missing.
When my brother checked the seats he found a wallet with about 1200 US dollars in it, a diamond ring and a letter to his fiancé telling her how much he loved her and was lucky to have her in his life and planning to marry her in the new year.
My mother asked to donate the money to the poor and to the graveyard caretaker and other orphans. They also passed the letter and the ring to his fiancé. I was shocked about such details of how the spirits know and how they communicate to us in our dreams but more shocking to me was that they also know the outcome as I saw my brother Mohan again in a dream and he was so happy and thankful that I did that.
My mother’s name is Fatima; she married my father Ramzi and moved with him to Lebanon later settled in Baghdad as my father was working for the royal family in Baghdad. She passed away in Baghdad back in 1998, she had 11 children.
I was working in the Kingdom of Brunei – South East Asia. I didn’t pay a visit to my mother’s funeral or the burial because of the war in Iraq and the problem with traveling to Iraq at that time.
I had multiple recurrent dreams in which she was talking to me like normally she used to. She asked me that our house in Baghdad would be on fire and crumble and asked me to warn my sisters. And she told me that my father will follow her when the house crumbles. I woke up from the dream, breaking a sweat, and I thought it must be just a stress dream or a mild nightmare.
But the dream kept coming about three times, the same dream, and same message. I told my sisters about those dreams; they told me that it might be because I am missing here so much.
Then I saw my mother again in multiple recurrent dreams back in 2001.
I was working in Saskatoon at the royal university hospital. She told me that my older Brother Sam will follow her on Wednesday then she holds his hand and took him upstairs. I kept seen this dream 3 times until one day My brother’s Sam’s wife called me and told me that Sam, had a major heart attack and he was in the valley general hospital in Las Vegas where they lived.
I took a flight to Vegas on Saturday and went to the hospital in Vegas. My brother Sam was in a coma after his 4 operations, he was in ICU 4, his car was parked in lot number 4.he and his wife with 2 kids makes 4 of them. Passed away on Wednesday the 4th day of the week as my mother told me in the dream. His body was taken to the morgue in freezer number 4 and then he was buried in the 4th lot of the grave in Vegas close to the Airport.
In the year 2003, 6 years after the dream of my mother telling me about the destruction of our house in Baghdad, our house in Baghdad city was destroyed and burned to the ground by USA bombs, by mistake.
The USA was trying to attack the central train station in 2003 near our house and the bombs fell on the houses near our house killing all the people in few houses and injured allot, some of the fragments fell and hit the front of our house started the fire that woke up my father, sisters, and brothers on time to run away from the back door of the house to the garden and then to the street, before the fire took over and all the wall collapsed to the ground.
My sister Amal’s leg was hit by bombs fragments and later she was taken care of by the medics.
My father was also hit by the bomb fragments in his legs. My father leg got infected and he developed a blood clot in his leg that later killed him with a pulmonary embolism he died the same year 2003 just a few months after the attack, Just as my mother told me.
In that time I was working in northern Alberta, high-level general hospital.
I started dreaming of my father telling me that he was very happy with me and he was in a good place now and that may help to my sisters and brothers was greatly appreciated by him. Then he told me to help the family to rebuild the house, which I did working hard to pay for it as the USA refused to pay any damages along with the Iraqi government who refused to pay, we were collateral damages and nobody cares.
Dead Pets spirits also can visit us and affect our dreams. My cat Samira passed away in 1998. She was my cat for 5 years I loved her so much and took care of her like my child.
When she died at age 5 she died on my birthday March 12 in my arms. I prayed for her and buried her in Brunei t the large garden at the house I used to rent and put flower garden around her and made it so beautiful corner garden.
I used to look at her grave from my window and pray for her with tears fell from my eyes. At that night I saw her in my dream she was licking my tears and burring and staying with me in bed as she usually does every night
I opened my eyes to see that the bed sheet started to move as she used to do move around and I can see the imprint of the cat feet on the sheet,
I wasn’t scared at all and just stay still and pray and go to sleep that happened about 4 times in that month and never saw her again. It’s like she was saying goodbye and don’t worry.
It is important not to ignore this or dismiss it as an impossibility because the dream isn’t your waking life, and there is probably something you can learn from the experience, whether it be about learning to let go of someone or something, or if it is to remind you of the way you felt in the past or to show you how you are feeling now about some aspect of your life.
This leaves me with a problem since nobody can tell me how I feel; only I know that. So only you have the power to see this for what it truly is.
As far as I know, seeing someone who has passed in a dream likely has nothing to do with your own mortality or theirs. It could be a gift from God and nature to how we are evolved and that there is a great deal of knowledge that is unexplained to us. I always think that maybe the departed family member needs help in the afterlife and is trying to contact its descendant on the Earth of existence. To pray for them give to charity in their names and do good deeds, or do some ritual of faith, or warn us of the reality of death and to be prepared
THESE INCEDENTS ARE FRACTIONS OF THE stories and memories that took place in my life and my family lives. I want the people to have an open mind of the possibility that we are not alone, our brain is limitless portal and our soul can connects to the unseen world around us. When I pass away I hope to see that little child ghost AHLAM guide me toward the light as we are children of the light.