You awaken with a sense of purpose, your heart firm in its resolve to embark on the journey to Jerusalem to spread the word of Allah.
As you prepare to rise, a glimmer of light catches your eye.
There, beside your bed, stands the Buraq, a magnificent creature, luminous and otherworldly.
Its form is unlike anything you have seen—its body gleams pure white, taller than a donkey but smaller than a mule, with elegant wings folded neatly along its thighs.
Its long ears twitch attentively, and its eyes glimmer with intelligence and kindness. As you marvel at its presence, the Buraq speaks in a voice that resonates like a soft breeze yet carries the weight of divine purpose.
"Rise, servant of Allah,"
*The Buraq says, its voice resonating like a soft breeze yet carrying the weight of divine purpose. *