The Appointment in Samarra

It has been four weeks since my friend was knocked off her bike by a car. Although she is able to walk around, her broken ribs still give her pain and she is short of breath and easily exhausted. She told me of her thoughts before the accident. After enjoying two wonderful days in the company of her young grandson, a vision of a white car running into her came to mind. She quickly dismissed this thought as a negative one; the sort that sometimes comes unbidden when you reflect on a happy experience. Less than five minutes later she was flying across the bonnet of a white car whose driver had not given way to her. Conscious that she had just envisioned this event, she asked herself why she hadn't imagined winning the lottery instead.
We discussed the possibility of whether we were all capable of prophetic visions.  How do we discern between prophecy, morbidity and daydreams? Assuming it is possible to divine the future, how do we know when our 'visions'  will take place and whether it is possible to allay them. While we were not certain of our psychic abilities we agreed on the power of a near death experience to sort out what was really important in our lives and clarify our purpose. And I am thankful that she was spared an appointment in Samarra.

The Appointment in Samarra

There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy food. A short time later the servant returned without provisions and badly shaken. When the merchant asked what caused the man to be in such a troubled state, he replied that he had seen Death in the marketplace and he was pointing straight at him. So he had fled as quickly as possible and begged his master to lend him his horse so he could ride away to the city of Samarra and thereby avoid meeting Death. The merchant agreed to the servant's request and the frightened man galloped off in the direction of Samarra. Later that morning the merchant went to the marketplace and he too saw Death. He marched up to him and demanded to know what Death had done to frighten his servant. Death shook his head and said that he was pointing at him in surprise because here he was in Baghdad when he had an appointment to meet him that night in Samarra. 

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