Confessions of a Repentant Sorcerer | A True Life Story
True Life Story: Confessions of Davut, a repentant Yemeni sorcerer: The pact with demons, horrific rituals, the process of repentance, sacrifices made, and a terrifying true life story full of trials.
I am Davut bin Muhammed Ferhan, a repentant sorcerer from Yemen. Now I will tell you what I have been through.
My father was a great sorcerer. When I was just one year old, I was afflicted with epilepsy (sara) by demons (shayateen). When my mother told my father about this, my father dedicated me to the demons, meaning he gave his son over to the service of the demons. Since that day, I never suffered from epilepsy again. After the age of 11, I started seeing minor signs, but I truly began the work after my father died. My father passed away when I was 14. After his death, I found the location of books containing certain talismans that my father had hidden from me. As I started reading those books, I began to enter the world of sorcery. After reading the talismans, the time came to appear before the great demon (chief shaytan).
The demon appeared before me in an outwardly beautiful form. He stood before me in a white robe with long hair. He told me to ask something of him. I requested him to give me helpers from among the demons. He disappeared from my sight for a while. As I continued reading the talismans, he sent me a group of demons as helpers.
The first thing someone wanting to become a sorcerer must do is to go into seclusion (halwah). I went to a cave far from people. When I arrived, they asked me to perform a 40-day task. For forty days, they told me to tear the Quran exactly in half every day, place the pieces under my right and left feet, and cover all surfaces with the torn pages of the Quran. They asked me to place filth upon the Quran and also not to come into contact with water in any way for forty days. This is the first task required of someone who wants to become a sorcerer. When I emerged after forty days, I felt that my smell was worse than that of a dog.
After this time, I had become a sorcerer. Allah forbade me from reading the Quran, sitting in circles of remembrance (dhikr), and associating with righteous people. To deceive the patients who came to me, I would perform prayer (salat) without ablution (wudu). I recited nothing but the Takbir (“Allahu Akbar”). When it was time to prostrate (sajdah), the image of the demon would appear before me, and I would prostrate to it. They also demanded that I sacrifice animals to the demon. They wanted the sacrifice to be a black rooster or sheep with no white feathers or wool; demons love the color black.
I used to make people imagine miraculous things. I would walk around the patient, reciting talismans internally, and the demon would enter me. Then I would take a dagger and pretend to stab my steel vest with both hands. The demon would show them that I stabbed the dagger into myself, but I had armor made by the demons on me. They mistook this for a miracle (karamah). In truth, I am a person afraid of even getting an injection. Once, while I was doing this, a man entered reciting the beginning of Ayetel Kursi. The demons in the room and inside me immediately fled, and this time the dagger truly pierced me! I was taken to the hospital and suffered the pain for 3 months. Indeed, the plot of the devil is weak.
Once, I had just finished performing new sorcery and was lying down to rest in an apartment on the middle floor of a three-story building. That night, I had a dream that changed my life, and through that dream, I repented. In my dream, I saw myself die, being washed and shrouded, and placed in the grave. The grave was very silent and frightening; there was no light or illumination around. Then some angels came to me and started asking questions, asking me to perform prayer. I asked for a place to pray and water for ablution. They brought me a large cauldron in which water was boiling. I did not want to pray in it or perform ablution with it. A hand appeared from somewhere, grabbed me by the chest, and lifted me up. Just as it was about to throw me into the cauldron, I started screaming with all my might. At this point, I woke up from my sleep because I had woken the neighbors. I had screamed; they had come to wake me up. “It’s nothing, just a dream,” I said and sent them away.
Then I fell asleep again and saw myself in that high place. I saw my sorcerer father in that cauldron. Just as they were taking me to the cauldron, my father said to me: “O son! Flee from here immediately! Leave falsehood and follow the Truth! You still have time to pray and worship!” After these words, I woke from sleep, determined to repent. My first battle with the demons began with this intention.
I went to the bathroom and performed Ghusl (ritual bath). When I returned to the room, I saw many naked women; the demons wanted to pull me back to them. I paid no attention to any of them and began to pray. Just as I was about to prostrate, one of those women brought her private parts to the place where I would prostrate. I prayed inwardly, and the woman fled from there. In the second rak’ah, I again saw men and women fornicating in front of me, and I continued my prayer. Immediately after giving the salam (ending the prayer), the morning adhan (call to prayer) for Friday was called.
I wanted to go to the mosque for prayer with the landlord. After praying in the mosque, I felt like a different person, as if I had never truly lived my entire life. The time for Friday prayer (Jumu’ah) came. I went not to the nearby mosque, but to the distant one. By Allah’s decree, the Sheikh there spoke about the ruling on sorcerers in Islam and their punishment in the Hereafter. My faith was strengthened there, and I told that Sheikh what I had been through. He helped me and taught me some verses and prayers.
Finally, I went to my family and told my wife what had happened. I told her either I would return to sorcery and we would possess much wealth, or I would remain steadfast in faith and lose my son and possessions here. My wife was overjoyed and wanted me to remain steadfast in repentance. So I remained steadfast in repentance.
My first sacrifice on this path was my 9-year-old son. While we were eating, he suddenly began to swell, his body burst apart, and his eyes popped out. He died before me in seconds in this manner. Then my 6-year-old son died after a great trial. When my wife was in her ninth month of pregnancy, she suddenly started having unnatural bleeding. When we went to the hospital, they said the child couldn’t be seen. I took my wife to a Sheikh who practices Ruqyah. As the Sheikh recited, the demon spoke: “If Davut does not return from his repentance, I will not leave them until I kill his wife and him!” However, we are still steadfast upon our repentance, Alhamdulillah (All praise is due to Allah).
The only reason I am telling you these things is so that you may see the fear and humiliation that sorcerers live in, and know how weak the plots of the devils are.
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