ENCOUNTERING THE DJINN IN THE BLUE MOON (FICTION)
Good boys and girls go to Church but bad ones are seen waxing and waning everywhere like house flies. Every here and there, ladies and gentlemen are said to be possessed by foreign spirits but the major prey was on ladies. I’ve been wondering what fuels or agitates such enchantments. Being furious wasn’t enough, I became curious and eager to know more about this. At a sunny noon, when my TV channels were distorted and unclear, in my quest to re-adjourn the antenna, I met the unexplained.
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God created mankind from clay, he also made another race, like us in all things, but fashioned from fire. With similar duties towards Almighty God like Humans. This invincible forces are everywhere but not everyone knows them. The capabilities of seeing them is obscurely limited, however, humans with reptilian blood through a thinline are linked with them — the demons (djīnns).
I fled walkings upon hearing this, exacerbated by hypertension, arising conflictions with harshness and slow kindness, that bade frights placing me to gnaw gnashing hard, rendered me toothless — almost. They poisoned and demote affections upsurging their wishes.
Truth be told, these spiritual entities, centuries back forsake rescue after the rulership of Prophet Sulaīman (King Solomon). God having answered their pleas, then made them invisible (to humans) unlike before.
Naked eyes thence troubles seeing them, to see or not see them depends on this:
●One must fast and pray for 41 days,
●Fasting is not required for the spiritually endowed.
I am yet to, but my brother is highly endowed. Presently, I came with him seeking a detrimental support.
The djinn my eyes saw was tall as an iroko tree, blacker than charcoal, with brassy shinning one-eyed in the Centre of his forehead. He’s friendly smile had expired, his feet traced no sign of walkings or trottings, fiending reddish like a subsided evildoer pacing from the storey building in metres close. Terrific horror clouded us, the blue sky scattered — scaring the hell out of me, as my mouth muttered in talking blues.
They transmute into humans and other creatures, capable of disappearing from Accra to Cuba in seconds -Nicaragua to Goungouz, Westmoreland and even far ends in a twinkling of an eye. Hidden mysteries are availed to them by teachers and succors who had lived over thousands of years in the other realm.
One of my terrifying moments were during school time (Makarantā) we learned sophisticated prayers, to seek mercy in triples including Dajjal, the one-eyed. This demon had but one-eye and my encounter for the first-time succumbed me to the bone. Is the end time nearing or we’re already in doomsday? When is Isrāfīl (the angel in-charge of the trumpet) going to blow the trumpet?
Do we get the opportunity to disciple the Messiah or Mahdi as major religions professed?
Unexpectedly, I abrupted a lodge in the brothel to dodge save my life, I had lost breathe and my brother was no where to be found. We were running from this mischievous creature God being so good welded me with my longtime friend, The prostitute. She smoked cigarette and ate carrots in the sense it didn’t add up, or is that why they call her harlot?.
She too unknowingly possessed mysterious knowledge. My admiration and respect for sex workers was because of her. And secondly their fearlessness and meekness; how they offered services to whomever came to their need, is amazingly great. But, “Whoever is bitten by a snake makes no friends to worms.”
What is the matter, to which surprise do I owe this visit? dashing water on her face from the interupted deep sleep. speechless I stood, finally uttered:
“he hel help me”
Help you for what? She queried.
We’ve being attacked by aljani.
“When purity is underrated death-knell should be noticed.” She said.
She knows about demons and had once dated one but she learned to break up with him when he failed her consecutive times. So much peace at her hand now unscathed.
My brother’s approach towards us was mean and his language was all but foul, to this I interjected, but Linda steeped on him, “Satan taught a disciple of Prophet Muhammād the Verse of throne (Ayat al-Kursi) which he used to his benefits. Do you consider or condemn me as more evil?” Shamsu busted in tears.
“A prostitute was rewarded Paradise out of her kindness by feeding dog with dew drops of water.” It is nothing to wonder at. I said, Thanking her elephantly for once, We’re highly elated.
She added, “Purity and ablution made glacier a being, undisputable and forbidded accessbilties into your loins or groins.”
Your case is rare, you must meet the Mahdi.
By her guidance, I surmounted to the Mahdi, the Self-Guided One, whose upheaval from Medina, the Illuminated City is necessary and time bounded.
The more you know of a thing, the less you fear it.
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Nasiru Wonder | 22 / 12 / 18.
