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| Told By Al Saeed (Morocco) |
In my early youth, I never believed in supernatural entities or anything unseen, until an incident changed everything. It happened on a scorching summer night in the Fqih Ben Salah province, when I was sixteen years old.
I had spent the evening with my friends, chatting about strange entities, and as usual, I snuck back home past midnight, climbing over the wall of our rural house to avoid my father’s punishment for being out late.
As I was sneaking through the wall leading to the stable, I saw my father performing ablution in complete silence, just as he always did before dawn prayers. He looked at me without saying a word, then continued washing quietly. I felt relieved by his calm reaction that night and went on my way to the shared bedroom with my younger siblings.
But something felt wrong. I remembered that my father never woke up for ablution until right before the call to prayer, and it was only one o’clock after midnight. Suspicion crept in, so I tiptoed towards his room, only to find him sound asleep. That’s when I realized what I had seen wasn’t my father at all, it was something else, a jinn taking the form of a serene figure performing ablution.
After that night, I kept seeing this entity. I would find him near my feet when I woke up in the middle of the night, praying or reciting God’s names, disappearing the moment I became fully aware. I never told my family, only confided in my two closest friends.
This entity kept accompanying me, as if guarding me. I would hear his voice whispering in my ear, telling me what to do or say, without moving his lips. Once, during an embarrassing moment in French class, a subject I was very weak in, he whispered the correct answer to a question I didn’t even understand, and it turned out to be perfectly right.
In another instance, I was riding a donkey to fetch the car battery we used for lighting. Suddenly, the donkey stopped and refused to move forward despite all my efforts. I gave up and sat under an olive tree, dozing off. When I woke up, the jinn appeared and told me that the battery had already been brought back and that the donkey was now in the stable, then vanished.
He looked almost human, with dark skin, dressed in the same djellabas my father wore. I never saw his features clearly, but his mouth and eyes looked like dark holes, and his voice sounded like an old recording. He was about one meter seventy tall.
These strange encounters continued until I was twenty, when I began drifting away from my faith and indulging in youthful pleasures. From that point on, my companion left me for good.
Finally, I want to assure you that I was always fully conscious and alert during those moments. It was neither an illusion nor a dream.
Told by: AlSaeed (51 years old) – Morocco
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