I live on the first floor of a six-story building. There was a small garage in the basement that was converted into a small mosque of about 40 square meters less than a year ago. The ground floor separates me from the mosque.
I saw that the small mosque below my house had been transformed into a large mosque that encompassed the entire area of the land below the building in which I lived, and it also included the ground floor above the mosque. I saw a staircase connecting the two floors that the mosque included, and I saw that the mosque now had a large mihrab, and next to the mosque and adjacent to it was a wide minaret that was as tall as the building in which I lived. When I entered the mosque for the dawn prayer, I was surprised to find a large number of worshippers, which was unusual, so I prayed two rak’ahs and met an old man who used to pray with me in the mosque. I asked him what this big change had happened to the mosque in terms of the increase in the number of worshippers and the increase in the area of the mosque, as if I had jumped a period of time into the future, and I do not know what happened during that period in which those changes occurred. He said to me, Jerusalem had been liberated. I asked him, “Did I participate in the liberation of Jerusalem?” He said, “Yes.”