I had a dream that I was sitting in a very large room. I felt like it was in Israel. I know it was not in America. I sat at a beautiful table with a linen tablecloth and beautiful decorated settings on the table with the most beautiful dishes and silverware I have ever seen. Yet no food was on the table. I sat at the table next to a beautiful older woman and leaned my head on her shoulder feeling her motherly love.
Nilihisi ni kama ilikuwa Israili. Najua haikuwa Marekani. Nilikaa karibu na meza nzuri iliyokuwa na kitambaa cha sanda na mapambo mazuri kwenye meza na viombo vizuri sana na viombo vya fedha ambazo sijawahi kuona. Lakini, hakukuwa na chakula mezani. Nilikaa mezani karibu na mwanamke mrembo aliyenizidi kwa umri na nikaweka kichwa changu kwa bega lake nikihisi upendo wake wa mama.