Shattered dreams

Two streets away, the bells of St. Catherine's Church echoed in Suleiman's room. He awoke from his nightmare, screaming,"e;I didn't burn the church! I swear I didn't!"e;He was trembling with terror, his nightclothes dripping with sweat. Abdullah, his older brother, stood before his bed, looking at Suleiman. "e;What's wrong, Suleiman? You look like you've had a nightmare."e;(...) "e;I don't know, brother. I dreamt of a mosque. There were soldiers inside the mosque, then a fight broke out, before they started chasing me. They took me to a place that looked like a prison, then to a ship... Yes, I was on a ship. I dreamt of waves. I didn't know where the ship was going, and then dark gray clouds covered the sky. It was a long, dark night, and then morning came. The ship docked somewhere. It turned out to be an island. There was a village with a mosque and a church, and then a priest dressed in black started shouting at me, "e;You burned the church, you bastard Turk!"e; I tried so hard with them, but I couldn't convince them. They grabbed me by the arm. I saw a gallows, and I woke up to find them tightening the rope around my neck. "e;Let's hope it's not an omen of bad luck. Let's hope so."e;"e;What does this dream mean?"e;"e;God knows best. Never mind it. It's just a dream. Come on, get up. Breakfast is ready. Let's go downstairs."e;