A greeting from far

I had no good feeling at all, but I still wanted to go to the grave, I should go there every week. Even though I had no good feeling, I went there with my family by car. Everybody got out. I couldn’t even open the door;
-Aren’t you coming?
-"Just go, I'll come if I feel better……"I answered my mother after I took my head up.
Now every body's gone, I was watching the nice milieu of the grave. Just like every Thursday, it was full of people. There was at least someone standing on each shrine. It was a strange place. Time was running slowly. I read a Fatiha for all martyrs especially for my own husband.
He was surrounded by a green light, standing at a far place and shaking his hand to me.
I tried to go near but I couldn’t. He was smiling. I called him.
- Mohammad…it’s me…come to me.
He was shaking his hand to me again. Little bit more than before he did last time. I wanted to sit under the shadow of his hands. I wanted to feel the coolness of his hand's shadow. But…suddenly, as he was shaking hand he disappeared in the light.
I just woke up, I was still crying, the pillow under my head was all wet because of my tears.
-Why didn't he come to me…why from that far?
Suddenly I remembered the images of Thursday, when I didn't go near by his shrine, and then I just laughed.
A greeting from far couldn't have a better answer than this.