The Jinn’s Revenge | A True Horror Story
True Horror Story Summary: The narrator tries to help his friend’s jinn-haunted son, becomes a target himself; his night of terror and battle of faith are recounted.
I am 39 years old and have been living alone for 14 years. My family and siblings reside in Ankara. However, due to my work, I moved to Adana 14 years ago and have been living alone ever since. My work is so demanding and good that I got caught up in it and never thought about getting married.
Anyway, at my workplace, there is an older colleague named Abdullah Abi, who is very honest and lives strictly according to his traditions. From the very first day, Abdullah Abi and I got along very well, and we have had a very good friendship ever since.
During a period when my work was very busy, Abdullah Abi couldn’t come to work for a few weeks. When we learned the reason, all our colleagues were so upset that our hearts broke. The matter was this: Abdullah Abi and his wife couldn’t have children for many years. They tried every method compliant with Islamic practices, but to no avail. Some doctors suggested IVF, but upon learning it was a controversial issue in our religion, they immediately gave up on that idea and, losing hope, submitted to God’s will. After ten years passed, God blessed them with a son. They joyfully welcomed this quite healthy child, thanked our Lord, and named him Yunus Emre. Yunus Emre, living an ordinary, healthy childhood, was cherished by his family and even the entire extended family.
Years passed, and little Yunus turned ten. His family prepared a birthday surprise for him at home and waited for him to come from school. Hours passed, but Yunus Emre was nowhere to be found. His entire family and relatives gathered at the house, all waiting with various gifts for him to walk through the door. But no one came, no one went… Then, suddenly, the phone rang, and his mother went into shock, dropped the phone, fainted right there, and had a heart attack.
They were in the last class at school, but Yunus Emre wasn’t there. The teacher asked, “Where is your friend?” but no one uttered a sound. Then they started searching the entire school and its surroundings, and within just 10-15 minutes, they noticed camera footage of him entering the school’s boiler room and immediately rushed there. The lights in the boiler room inexplicably wouldn’t turn on. In that darkness, they found the child unconscious somewhere near the wall, immediately called an ambulance, and took him to the hospital. Routine tests were done; analyses, measurements, but nobody could understand what happened to the child; they couldn’t make a definitive diagnosis.
Little Yunus Emre strangely lost his ability to speak and hear and couldn’t maintain his balance standing up. Over time, they spent a fortune, taking him to the best doctors in the country, but the result didn’t change. No one could find the cause of the illness or its treatment. The doctors’ statements were always open-ended, vague words: “One of the heart vessels suddenly got blocked, or one of the vessels going to the brain got blocked, causing the child’s partial paralysis…” The poor child, having become like a vegetable, just stared blankly, couldn’t stand balanced when he got up, stumbled and fell after a few steps. He underwent every possible physical therapy and surgery, but strangely, there wasn’t the slightest improvement.
Yunus Emre lived like this for three years. And one morning, when they woke up, his mother, not seeing Yunus Emre in his bed, screamed. Abdullah Abi ran into the room, only to find his child not in his bed! They immediately rushed through the rooms and found Yunus Emre unconscious in the toilet! His clothes were soaking wet, and the soles of his feet, which had become soft like a baby’s from not walking for years, were covered in grime and dirt! In astonishment and fear, they immediately rushed him to the hospital. So, this was why Abdullah Abi stayed by his son’s side day and night and couldn’t come to work.
As soon as I heard this news, I immediately rushed to the hospital. Abdullah Abi and his devoted wife were drowned in tears, waiting by his bedside. Seeing his work colleagues, Abdullah Abi wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, came over to us, hugged my neck, and started sobbing. Unable to bear it anymore, he collapsed onto me. We called the nurses, and with the help of friends, we laid him on a stretcher and took him for medical attention.
“Auntie, what happened?” I asked his wife. The poor woman looked into my eyes blankly, crying, “You won’t be playing computer games with Yunus Emre anymore, brother… My child can no longer use his hands or feet; he’s bedridden…” These words pierced my heart like an arrow, and my heart clenched; I immediately sat down somewhere right there. “But how did it happen? Did he walk there from his bed? Was someone else in the house?” “We don’t know, brother… And not just to the toilet, apparently he wandered outside too, as the soles of his feet and his pajamas were covered in dust, dirt, and grime. We couldn’t explain it to the doctors. They scolded us, saying, ‘Why did you force the child to walk day and night? Barefoot, no less!’ Even though I said, ‘We didn’t do it, we were sleeping! Am I crazy to inflict such cruelty on my child?’ they didn’t believe us.”
I was shocked by what I heard. I used to visit Yunus Emre often. Sometimes strange things would happen; for example, while playing games on the computer, a pen would suddenly fall off the table, or Yunus’s hand would suddenly lift into the air and then drop. I never paid attention to all these oddities back then, always finding an excuse and brushing them off. But now, after hearing what Şükran Abla said, I replayed them all in my mind, trying to remember. It turned out the cause was right in front of our eyes, and we couldn’t see it!
I stepped away and immediately called my mother in Ankara. My mother knew about Yunus Emre’s situation; I had told her before and asked her to pray. My mother is a leader of religious conversations, meaning she gives jurisprudence lessons to women who gather weekly in almost every district of Ankara. Also, her spirituality is extremely high. I told my mother the situation exactly as it was and asked for her opinion. My dear mother didn’t disappoint me again, bless her. “Son, why are you asking me a question you already know the answer to? It’s clear you’re waiting for confirmation to be sure. Yes, my child, unfortunately, infidel jinn have become attached to (musallat) that poor little one! May my Lord destroy those heartless ones, Inshallah!” “But can’t we do anything, Mom? They are in a very difficult situation,” I said. My mother said she would research it, consult some of her hodjas, prayed, and hung up the phone.
While I was talking to my mother, Abdullah Abi had recovered. I went to him and first asked his opinion. Without his permission, it was impossible for us to help, of course. “What do you think, Abdullah Abi? What do you think is the cause of this incident?” I asked. Abdullah Abi, after taking a deep breath, turned his face to me and said, “Honestly, I can’t comprehend it. The cause is actually obvious. In fact, this incident makes it clear that the cause of that illness was also jinn. But what I can’t grasp is; Yunus Emre was ten years old, an innocent angel! Can these merciless infidels also become attached to helpless, underage children?” “Apparently they can, abi… Not without reason, of course. If the child has no direct fault, meaning if he didn’t unknowingly harm them or anything, even a grudge from long ago is possible. Don’t these jinn kill even the angel in the mother’s womb?” “So, abi, if it’s not related to you, it could be an issue from the past. It needs to be investigated and learned,” I said, then lowered my head, “I did something without asking you, abi. I told my mother about this last incident, asked for help. She said I should talk to you first, that she would research and consult her hodjas in the meantime, and if you gave permission, she would get involved. I’m sorry, abi, I apologize for doing it without informing you, but when Şükran Abla told me the situation, I got very angry and couldn’t help but call my mother immediately.”
“I know how much you love Yunus Emre, brother. Thank God we are people of faith, we believe in the Articles of Faith (Amentü). We would be very pleased if your mother helps us, of course. You certainly don’t need to ask permission for something like this. Inshallah, she can do something. Because I no longer have the patience or strength left, my dear brother. I don’t have the strength to endure anymore. If you could see the effort I make not to show it to my wife… Every evening, I stop at the street corner and cry in my car for half an hour, then I pull myself together, put on a smile that I try hard not to show is fake, and go home like that. I’m completely distraught now! For the love of God, help, whatever it is, whatever you can do, brother!”
To escape this extremely touching, emotional atmosphere, I went to the restroom and splashed plenty of water on my face. When I returned, I saw my work colleagues preparing to leave. After offering good wishes and prayers to the family, I joined them.
A few weeks had passed. One evening, Abdullah Abi and I went together and took the gifts I bought for Yunus Emre. He was lying in bed like a vegetable, so to speak, the poor innocent child. He no longer saw, heard, or made those cute sounds he used to make when he was happy. Whatever I did, Yunus Emre showed not the slightest movement or trace of emotion. After sitting for a while and offering a few cliché words of comfort and consolation to the family, I went into Yunus Emre’s room to say goodbye before leaving.
As I reached to open the door, I clearly felt a force resisting from behind, pushing against it! Suddenly, my hair stood on end. Saying Bismillah, I tried again and opened the door with considerable effort. You know how someone pushing a door from behind might suddenly stop pushing? It was exactly like that just as it was about to fully open. Meaning, I was sure as my name that someone was pushing the door from behind! I excitedly looked behind the door, but nobody was there. A shiver, an icy chill ran through me, and when I turned my head to the bed and looked at Yunus Emre, for a moment I witnessed something strange, as if someone very quickly lay down in bed and swiftly pulled the blanket over themselves! At first, I thought my eyes would pop out of their sockets; I froze completely! As I stood motionless, staring at the bed, I noticed a shadow near the wardrobe trying to slip out of my field of vision. You know how when you look to your right or left out of the corner of your eye, you notice a shadow moving and gradually slipping out of your sight? I had experienced the reality of that moment!
I went to Yunus Emre, lying insensate in his bed, held his hand, leaned down, and said, “Child, whoever did this to you, I know they hear me right now! May the curse of Allah, the prophets, and all the angels be upon them! Do not be afraid, my child, be sure that our Lord is testing you. If you are patient and respond with gratitude, you will be among the winners in the eternal realm. You will see those who committed this cruelty against you sent to hell forever! Do not be afraid! There is an army of prayers behind you, and we will not leave you in the hands of this enemy cursed by Allah!” Just as I stood up, Yunus Emre, whose finger was caught between mine, seemed to hear and understand me, moaning and pressing his finger as if in thanks. I leaned down, kissed his forehead, and saying “Hasbinallah ve ni’mel vekil” (Allah is sufficient for us, and He is the best disposer of affairs), I got up and left the room.
Right outside the door, I ran into Abdullah Abi. He had gotten up to go to the toilet. As I turned and was about to close the door, I saw at the head of the bed a pitch-black shadow whose head reached the ceiling, squinting its fiery red eyes and looking at me with an expression of terrible fury! I slightly opened the door again to be sure and stuck my head inside. The shadow was making fast, rasping sounds! When I felt a weight on my back, towards my spine, I grabbed the doorknob to avoid falling due to that weight and pulled, and the door slammed shut forcefully! It was impossible for me to apply that much force; it was as if someone slammed the door in my face from behind! When I turned around, I was met with Abdullah Abi’s face, white as chalk. The moment I opened my mouth, he didn’t give me a chance to speak and stammered, “What was that? Who was it?” “I don’t know,” I managed to say. My hand reached for the doorknob again, but I lacked the courage to open it. Impatient, Abdullah Abi reached over my hand, grabbed the knob, and quickly opened the door. Supporting me, he entered. Strangely, there wasn’t a sound inside. We looked at each other as if speaking with our eyes and stood there. Then, from afar, Şükran Abla called out, entering, “Where were you? Forming a love huddle without me?” We immediately shook off the strange atmosphere, that paranormal chill we had just experienced, smiled at Şükran Abla without letting on, and brushed it off.
That same night, I was in my bed reading a book and praying. My phone rang. It was Abdullah Abi. In a very low voice, he said, “Brother, I barely managed to calm the wife down. What was that thing we saw in Yunus Emre’s room? I experienced something strange after you left too. Before sleeping, I wanted to check on my son one last time. First, I opened the door with great difficulty; I literally felt someone pushing from behind. Then, as I placed my hand on my child’s head and prayed, I first heard a foul breath smell right next to my ear. I say foul because with the breath, such a stench spread that my breath was literally cut off! I was kneeling down when suddenly an extremely strong wind knocked me flat on my back! I can’t leave my child alone with this thing! I don’t want the wife to find out and get scared either. So I set up the video camera aimed perfectly at Yunus Emre and hid it in the wardrobe among the clothes. For God’s sake, talk to your mother, whatever she’s going to do, have her hurry! Otherwise, I’ll start looking for hodjas around here!”
“Don’t worry, abi, I called my mother as soon as I left your place. She said she’s looking into it and will do her best.” “Okay brother, may Allah be pleased with you. But what was that thing we saw in the room, who was it?” “Abi, don’t think about these things; I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow, Inshallah,” I said and hung up.
Around 3:00 AM, I got up to go to the toilet. Just as I turned the corner of the corridor, I heard a sound coming from the living room inside. Holding my breath, I listened intently; it was as if someone was reciting a prayer. But the voice was very strange, echoey, as if coming from the bottom of a well. What was being recited wasn’t fully clear, but it was definitely a prayer. Tiptoeing, I advanced and reached the living room door. Since the door was entirely frosted glass, the inside was visible, albeit shadowy and distorted. The strong light reflected from the neighborhood streetlight partially illuminated the living room, and the shadow inside was clearly visible. Judging by its movements, it was performing salat (prayer)! However, the prayers it recited were not the prayer surahs. Astonished, I watched like that for a while. As the shadow moved, smoke-like trails emanated from behind it. It moved very fast when going into ruku (bowing) and sujud (prostration). When it bowed, black things scattered from behind it and dissipated into the air. Strangely, as if mesmerized, I watched the shadow. The tone of the prayer it recited continued unchanged. You know how the prayer ends when going into ruku, and you say Allahu Akbar? I noticed there was no such thing here. Meaning, it recited the prayer continuously, straight through!
Shaking myself, I suddenly opened the door. My mother, appearing incredibly majestic, was performing salat inside, draped in a black çarşaf! But there were some differences: My mother is 1.55m tall and a slightly plump woman, not fat, just a bit full-figured. Also, my mother wears tesettür (modest Islamic dress), specifically a pardösü (long coat), not a çarşaf. The mother praying in my living room, however, was easily 1.90m tall and incredibly thin, even abnormally thin! She was standing in qiyam (standing posture). Suddenly, she made a move as if to bow, but as I said, there was no takbir (saying Allahu Akbar) or anything, she just bowed directly. Before bowing, she turned her eyes, which I thought I couldn’t see because they were in shadow, towards me! At that moment, my heart almost stopped! I stepped back involuntarily out of fear. What caused my breath to become irregular was her eyes: They were perfectly round and pitch black! Moreover, her eyelids closed and opened from bottom to top! Her face was exaggeratedly thin and long. Before bowing, she looked at me and smiled! That smile took years off my life!
But what I had witnessed so far was nothing! After ruku, she straightened up to qiyam, bowed again, and went into sujud. Only, very fast, and as I said, when she bowed forward, it was as if black things scattered and mixed into the air. To help you understand better, let me give this example: You know how airplanes leave trails of smoke behind them as they fly? It was exactly like that. While I was fixated on my mother performing prayer-like movements before my eyes, behind her, outside the window, pitch-black shadows covering all the glass were flying about! As if they had enveloped the entire world! As the thing I thought was my mother rapidly performed sujud, ruku, qiyam, I realized that the lower half of the entity facing me was turned backward! The moment I realized that, a salawat involuntarily escaped my lips, but out of fear… Imagine: Someone whose face is turned towards you is sitting with their feet pointing backward! Instead of bending forward, they bend backward from the middle as if about to break, forming a ‘V’ shape, then straighten up again!
Without even turning around, opening the door and running screaming to my bed happened in an instant! When I sat on the bed, I realized: As I fled in fear, I remembered hearing people around that entity laughing at my state with the same cold, echoing laughter! Remembering this caused me to feel anger and intense shame rather than fear. These infidels make playthings of humans and laugh! ‘I won’t let them laugh at me!’ I thought, and strangely, courage filled me. I decided to get up and go back to the living room. However, as soon as I stood up and grasped the doorknob, the scene I had encountered flashed before my eyes again, and all my courage instantly vanished. I sat back on my bed and listened to the inside and the surroundings for a while, but there wasn’t a peep. ‘They must have left,’ I thought and started reciting various prayers.
I was startled by the phone ringing suddenly. It was my mother! I was surprised; my mother never calls me at this hour. ‘Did something happen?’ I thought and quickly answered the phone. Normally, either my mother or I, whoever acted first, would say “Assalamu alaikum.” Before I could even say salam, my mother said, “I’m praying, son.” Astonished, as I said “Mom?” she continued: “I was performing Tahajjud prayer. What happened, why did you interrupt? Did something happen to you, son?” she asked. I was dumbfounded! “Mom, what are you saying? What prayer, what interruption?” I said. “Son, don’t you understand? Why did you interrupt my prayer?” Just as she said these words, her voice began to change, deepening and echoing! Just like the voice that seemed to come from a well earlier! In that terrifying, cold, echoing, and rasping voice, she screamed, “I’m going to kill you!” and at that moment, I threw the phone against the opposite wall!
I started trembling with fear. At that moment, I was telling myself: “Be patient, son, be patient and recite prayers! Don’t let fear overcome you, or you’ll be doing those infidels a favor!” As I thought these things and tried to regain control, the conversation on the phone continued from where it left off! The voice echoed in my ears, reverberating around the room! But how could this be? I had smashed the phone to pieces! In terror, I looked down beside the bed, and at that moment, blood started pouring out from under the bed, suddenly, as if from an overturned bucket! I was astonished! Yes, from under my bed, along with a horrific and disgusting gurgling sound as if someone’s throat was being slit, blood began to flow profusely! You know how an animal struggles to breathe while being slaughtered and makes horrific gurgling sounds? It was just like that; the sounds of intermittent gurgling and flowing blood mixed together!
Trembling with fear, just as I started reciting prayers, my bed began to shake as if in a magnitude 12 earthquake! It was shaking so violently that I struggled not to fall off the bed! All four sides of my bed turned into a pool of blood, and the blood continued to flow! Amidst the indescribably disgusting smells that formed, I could literally smell the blood! That metallic blood smell almost burned my throat! As I continued to recite prayers, my bed started shaking even more violently, the surroundings grew increasingly darker, and sudden flashes of light occurred before my eyes!
My God, what am I experiencing! I always thought they would flee when I recited prayers, but it wasn’t happening; nothing was changing! Amidst that chaos, my attention was drawn to the chandelier on the ceiling, and I saw that it wasn’t shaking! Witnessing that the prayers I recited had no effect, I began to writhe in despair and think that my end had come. I was so sure I would die there that I continuously recited the Shahada (declaration of faith), and occasionally, with a tiny glimmer of hope that maybe I could be saved, I invoked the names of companion saints and friends of Allah I learned from my master; I think I didn’t leave any unnamed.
What I experienced on that bed, especially at that moment, probably took 10 years off my life. Slowly, I felt my body tingling. My arms and body were exhausted, and the headboards I was gripping presumably slipped from my sweaty hands, and I crashed hard onto the floor! Into that pool of blood! I hit my head sideways on the floor. I fell with my ear to the ground. The blood was still flowing. In that pitch-dark room, I hit the door threshold. Let me give you a detail: This door previously opened onto a balcony, but I changed the layout of the rooms, canceled the balcony, and incorporated it into the room. That threshold remained. Now I remembered that moment and thought, ‘I wish,’ I said, ‘I wish I hadn’t trusted it and had broken that threshold!’ Now, because of that threshold, I will drown in this pool of blood! Because the blood gushing from under the bed as if from an underground spring hit the threshold, flowed back, and formed a small pool around the bed. Now my head is in that pool! I can’t move at all anymore! I had to swallow the flowing blood, or I would drown!
I don’t know how long I remained there, as I passed out at some point. When I woke up, the blood had stopped, and first, sounds of a human body being dragged came from under the bed. Then, with immense effort, I turned my face towards under the bed. The sight was horrific! Under the bed lay the headless body of my mother from the living room earlier! It was such a strange body, its waist almost as thin as a rope! Right next to the body was my mother’s severed head! As I looked, it suddenly opened its eyes! The eyes of the thing I thought was my mother were terrifying; perfectly round and pitch-black pits! No eyebrows, and the eyelids opened and closed from the bottom up! The entity whose eyes opened said to me, “Didn’t I tell you not to mess with Yunus Emre, son? Look, you didn’t listen to me, and see what they did to me! Come on, help me, save me! First, deny the Lord you believe in, then your prophets, then tear up the Quran in your house and all the books telling the lives of the companions! Tear them all up, throw them in the toilet!”
As the entity’s head said these things, its body also started crawling, pressing its hands to the ground, and slowly trying to come towards me! “You are the enemy of my Lord! You are my enemy too! You will burn eternally with Iblis! You will never sway me from my path!” But I wasn’t saying these words; they were just passing through my mind. Yet the entity understood me, because as I continued my thoughts, recited the Shahada, it got angry; it opened its terrifying mouth incredibly wide, screaming, splitting, breaking apart!
My Lord granted such peace to my heart that my confidence returned, and my fear began to subside. Just then, a crash that served to break all my courage again was heard first. I thought the house was collapsing and wanted to make a move to protect my head with my hands, but my arms were completely numb; I couldn’t move them! They were moving independently of me! Suddenly, a pair of hands burning like fire grabbed my legs tightly and started dragging me! Since I was in a face-down position, I couldn’t see what was dragging me. Occasionally, when I tried to turn to look back, I received violent kicks to my lower back. Then I realized the entity was taking me to the balcony! Oh my God! It’s going to throw me off the balcony! With all my strength, I started screaming, asking for help from my neighbors. My immediate next-door neighbor was the chief of the narcotics squad and a close friend; I was especially shouting for him, but to no avail; nobody heard my voice!
Just as we were about to pass from the room onto the balcony, I managed to hook one of my arms onto the legs of the bookshelf, somehow. I hadn’t had this bookshelf long; I hadn’t yet assembled the metal-shelved bookcase, only fastened the corner screws. I couldn’t have known that my laziness would save my life tonight, of course! My apartment is in a complex, and my flat is on the 11th floor. You can imagine what would happen if I were thrown from the balcony! The entity was angry and bellowing in that disgusting voice, “It’s useless to resist, you will come!” when suddenly the bookshelf fell on top of us, and right in front of me landed the Quran, Quran translation, commentary, jurisprudence, and عقيدة (creed) books! I immediately hugged the Quran and, with my elbow, pressed my face to whatever page I could open and started reading! The entity got up from the floor, from among the shelves, went to the balcony, and started watching me silently from there. I, however, clung to the Quran and tried to read based on this assumption I couldn’t see. Suddenly, noticing movement, I looked at the balcony, and the entity, with an expression of pain but without speaking at all, dispersed into the air like pitch-black smoke!
‘It was that easy!’ I thought, and after taking a deep breath, I pressed my face to the Word of Allah and started crying. My face pressed against the Quran, the Word of our Lord, I cried and cried. Was I experiencing all this because I tried to help a small, innocent child, pure as an angel, who had not yet committed any sin? I guess so. Otherwise, I believed in the existence of jinn and tried to live carefully, making an effort not to enter their living spaces. Why would these beings, whose existence I respected and tried my best not to harm even unintentionally, attack me out of the blue? Moreover, with such hatred and fury as to attack my faith and attempt to take my life! As tears flowed from my forehead, from my bloody face onto the Word of Allah, with the sound of the morning call to prayer I heard, everything suddenly ended! As if it had never happened, strangely, everything returned to normal. But I would never be able to return to normal after this night.
If this attack I experienced had been a normal physical attack, perhaps I would have suffered during the healing process of the bruises, wounds, and injuries I sustained, and then I could have forgotten all that happened. But the attack was not only physical but also spiritual! The gravity of the matter increased here. I would certainly never surrender to these beings attacking my faith, nor would I come around to their way of thinking!
The next day, I went to the hospital, and my 15-day intensive care stay began. For fifteen days, every moment I was awake, and even sometimes including my sleep, there wouldn’t be a single moment I didn’t feel the pains in my body.
As soon as I was discharged from the hospital, my first task was immediately to start contacting acquaintances who possessed true knowledge in these matters. Upon the recommendation of someone from Central Anatolia, I went to a hodja from the Black Sea region, well-known by the media, who had videos on YouTube. I wasn’t wrong in my assumptions; my desire to help Yunus Emre had angered them greatly, and that’s why they had made me experience hell that night! Fortunately, my hodja actually resolved the situation with ruqyah (Islamic exorcism) and caught and burned every single one of them, from my attackers to those who were present that night watching the events unfold. My esteemed hodja… Infinite thanks to my Lord Allah that I was saved from this torment.
However, the salvation of innocent Yunus Emre was not as easy as mine. Ultimately, he was saved too, of course, but he could only be saved after 25 very difficult days, Alhamdulillah (Praise be to God). Then began a recovery process that lasted about two years. After two years passed, although with great difficulty, he began to stand alone and walk, initially 150-200 meters, then gradually increasing the distance over time, he started going to the neighborhood grocery store alone. With a little more patience, he will fully recover and be like us, Inshallah (God willing).
My hodja said that understanding the metaphysical moments we experienced during Yunus Emre’s sessions might not be within the capacity of every person’s faith and submission. Truly, we experienced such abnormal things during the sessions; I witnessed his mother fainting countless times, and even her tongue being tied once. Fortunately, Mevlam (God) granted the reward as a result of patience and trust in God. May Allah protect all believers from the evil of these beings, amin.
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