Written and experienced by Stephanie Siam
Warning: The following story contains material which might not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily spooked, please consider skipping this post and coming back next week. If you are brave, and have not yet done so, please read Part I and Part II of this story before proceeding.
As I wait for a response, I repeat the only consoling phrase I know under my breath, “Authu billahi min al shaytaan ir-rajeem.*”
Next to me on the bed, my daughter’s eyes continue to grow in despair. She is terrified, and I can’t bring myself to even tell her why I am so upset. Tears have begun to fall freely down my cheeks, and I wipe the back of my hand across my face so I can see the screen of the computer.
Please respond! Pleeeeeeease!!
After what seems like forever, I hear the familiar ping! of the messaging program.
Kiran! Alhumdulillah!
“Salaam! What’s up?” she writes.
“I am freaking out!!” I bang out on the keyboard. “I am totally freaking out! I know you’re going to think I’m crazy and childish and overreacting, but I think there’s something here. Like….in my house.”
As fast as my fingers will move, I tell her the story from beginning to end – or to the end I’ve reached so far. I sit, breath held, expecting an “LOL!” or some similar response. I watch the blinking ellipses in the messenger box, an indication that Kiran is still writing her answer.
The message box pops up revealing her advice: “RECITE AYAT AL-KURSI NOW! Close the door, make wudhu and RECITE!!!”
The nature of her message conveys the urgency in her voice. My hands shake harder. It’s getting continuously difficult to breathe. “Now? I don’t know it!! Can you send it to me??”
I jump off the bed, startling L to the point of shrieking. “I’m sorry, baby. It’ll be okay.” I run into the bathroom, careful to avoid touching the bedroom door. The faucets spew cold water from both sides – thank you, Middle East – and I perform the ritual bathing procedure, beginning with my hands and ending with my feet.
Coming out of the bathroom, I flip the switch off and pull the door closed behind me. As many barriers to protect us, the better. If I can create a fort of protection, perhaps it would leave.
When I look at the screen again, there’s another message from Kiran. “Your husband needs to come home. You need to call him and tell him to come home. NOW!! Did you recite Ayat al-Kursi?”
“No, I don’t know it! Maybe I can find it online? But I’m no good at pronunciation. . .can I play it? Like, from the computer????!!!!”
“I believe so. Let me check.”
As I wait for her to verify the answer, I grab my phone and redial the hubby. This time he picks it up on the first ring. “Hey, honey.” He sounds tired, but genial.
“Hi. Salaam. I need you to come home.” I’m nearly breathless.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, his tone shifting slightly.
Should I lie and say ‘yes’? Should I tell him what’s wrong? I pause, debating my reply.
“Stephanie? Are you okay? Is L okay?” he repeats.
“No. I mean, she’s fine. Well, she’s confused. . .I need you to come home. There’s a problem.”
“What’s the problem?”
What do I say? There’s a spirit causing me major distress? “I’m just. . .I don’t feel right. There’s something wrong.”
“Are you sick?”
Why the questions?!? Why can’t you just come home? “Not really. I’m. . .” A wave of cold air drifts across my face. There is a clenching in my chest. I close my eyes and try to inhale slowly, but the weight of what feels like a small airplane on my chest causes difficulty. “Pleeeeeaaaaaaaase,” I beg, suddenly. “I need you home. There’s something wrong. I can’t explain it. . .” I’ve started to cry. When I speak, it sounds like a toddler whining for a toy.
“Honey, what’s — ”
“Now. I need you to come now. I can’t be here alone.” I channel my inner Sally Field, queen of hysteria in American dramatic films, and firmly state, “It’s about earlier. I need you home. Please.”
“Ah, I see,” he says. “Okay. I’ll be home soon.”
Hanging up the phone, I click on the message from Kiran to see if she’s returned. A blinking box tells me her answer is ready and waiting. It is a link to Quran.com and the aforementioned Ayat al-Kursi. “Jazaka Allahu khair (may God’s blessings be on you),” I tap out on the keys.
My mouse pointer hovers over the link, and I click once. A webpage opens up, and I’m baffled as to how I should proceed. Can I read the transliteration? Wait. . .can I pronounce the transliteration? I can’t read the Arabic! What do I do?
I jump back to the conversation with Kiran to get her advice. She tells me that playing the recitation should bring protection. We’re still waiting on the hubby to get home.
At this point, its power is at its greatest so far. I am barely able to type out the words “Ayat al Kursi” in the search box on YouTube due to my trembling hands. My eyes dart around the room, lingering on shadows in corners and on doorknobs, expecting them to turn.
I’m finally able to bring up a decent recording of someone reciting the shielding verse. I switch the screen back to Quran.com and read along in Arabic as the comforting voice of the qari (someone who recites Quran) filled my bedroom. Each time the playing ends, I start it over. While my breath seems to come easier, the tension in the air is palpable. It is as if good and evil are fighting a battle in my bedroom, above us, with my sanity being the winner’s trophy.
There is a sound in the hallway, and I avert my attention to the bedroom door. The knob turns, and it slowly opens. My husband is standing in the entry, a concerned look on his face.
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m in his arms, free-flowing tears creating rivets on my ashen cheeks. “Alhumdulillah! Alhumdulillah! Alhumdulillah rab-il al-ameen! Thank God you’re home!” I cry.
“You’re shaking!” He wraps his arms around my shoulders, and L bounces over on the bed to also embrace him. “What’s going on?”
“There’s something here!” I look around, almost expecting someone to be standing behind me with a dagger. He’d said she was jealous of me. Seeing me hugging my husband must be a trigger.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I did this to you. But don’t think about all that stuff,” he says, quietly. “The more you think about it – ”
“Don’t tell me not to think about it! You’re the reason I’m scared to death right now! We have to protect the home.”
“Protect the home?” he asks.
I reach over and lift my laptop off the bed. Carrying it into the hallway, I press the replay button and place it on the credenza in the hallway. The resonance of the qari’s recitation drifts into each crevice, countering the atmosphere of animosity.
We sit on the bed, the three of us, with the lights on in the hallway and bedroom. I listen, over and over, to the beautiful ayat, continuously invoking the fortification of Allah with my beloved, “Authu billahi min al-shaytaan ir-rajeem.” I close my eyes for a moment. When I open them again, an hour has passed.
The calm has been restored. Allah has answered my dua’a (supplication).
It has gone.
The End.
*Translation: I seek refuge in Allah from the accursed one (Satan).
If you are experiencing similar weird creepiness in your life, try reciting the three Quls (short surahs of the Quran) and Ayat tul Qursi (the verse of the throne, especially before sleeping), make wudhu and seek refuge in Allah from the Shaytan (Authu billahi min al-shaytaan ir-rajeem).
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Glad that ended well, Alhamdulillah!
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Me, too. Alhumdulillah, Allah answers the prayers of the afflicted!
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You know what is more evil than the jinn that was in your house, sister?
The sheikh that gave you the idea of a female jinn attached to your husband!
I am soooo angry now…
And tell you some thing? Go give your husband a big hug. MashaAllah he seems to be a mature man. This is one. Two, he genuinely loves you.
The encounter that you had was not with jinn, sister. It was with your fear. I do beleive in jinn. But I do not beleive in is that they can harass us. Can they communicate with humans? Yes they can. But NEVER take some one who can communicate with jinn with goodwell. If some one is to talk to them he has to commit an action of kufr, wal eyathu billah! Allah subhanahu wa taala says in the Quraan: “And there were men from mankind who sought refuge in men from the jinn, so they [only] increased them in burden”
What happened to you sister was genuine. But it was not because of jinn. That “sheikh” -who seems to be some one very clever but uses his brains for ill intention- knew the story from your husband, understood it well, and gave you that story of the jinn lovervof your husband who is jealous of you, and left the rest for your subconcious. I am a purely scientific person, I beleive that the era of miracles has ended. And I believe that Allah subhanahu wa taala’s most amazing miracle nowadays is science. Allah has created a well tailored universe. Do you think he would leave it for playful beings to breach his laws from time to time just to harass us and tease us?
That does not coincide with the plan of a glorious God who has created something as amazing as the atomic sciences!
Let me tell you how I imagine what has happened:
That sheikh has been experienced with people who are physically ill and are either too ignorant or too lazy (and of a short attention span) to seek proper treatment, or are cowards who behave badly but are so afraid of people’s opinions about them so they commit bad actions but say that they are possessed with jinn and that jinn forces them to do bad things.
Your husband comes across the sheikh. The sheikh thinks he is a typical middle eastern that will find an escape in the story of the jinn lover that will drive you away and will make him drool over a new bride, or that your husband and you will start looking for healing under his blessed hands and start being his source of finance. So he throws the story in front of your husband. Unfortunately for the sheikh, your husband turns to be a balanced man who is loyal to you and loves you. So the only thing that happens is that you find yourself face to face with your fear.
What makes me sure is that usually stories with attached jinn are much more violent than this. And they do not end with just a proper ruqyah (which is ONLY a recitation of the holy Quraan done by the person him or herself).
Real jinn can do nothing more than spying on us, by the way. The most thing they can do is to sneak our PAST news to those evil people who commit kufr to speak to them, and that’s how they can harm us.
If you keep reciting : al Faatiha, Ayat Alkursi, Qul Huwa Allahu Ahad, Alm Muwathatain, not even by spying they can harm you.
I am really sorry for your creepy encounter, sister. May Allah keep you from all harm. And may Allah reaward that sheikh and all those who feed on people’s fragilities with what they deserve.
A big hug for you, sister Stephanie…
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I just don’t know what to say & what to comment.
1) I am angry at your HUSBAND as hell. Instead of knowing, feeling & detecting Yur problems n worry He was asking Questions like a POLICE OFFICER “What’s eong”, “What’s problem” bla blah blah…Man shut up…just RUN to home to your wife n check if she is ok than asking STUPID QUESTION. My Goodness…what kind of ICE MAN is your Husband :O
2) So after Ayatul Kursi the fear GONE forever? Are you not scared anymore?
3) Thank GOD this PARANORMAL thing n situation is Over.
4) When I was a kid, I use to go to TUTION from my building to TUTION HOME (In Abu Dhabi). There was an ALLEY to that house…I was dying going through there. It was like there is BAALA (dien) behind me. One of the reason of my fear was that I saw a HORROR tv drama in which I saw the MOST HORRORFUL FACE & BLACK thing that I’ve never seen nor I’ll ever see again in my life so that IMPACT was on my head most of the time. I am hrown up 28 years guy n I still google that TV thing but never find it again.
Thank God you are ok. PUT A JUG OF COLD WATER ON YOUR HUSBAND’s head from my side. He should be RUNNING to you next time instead of asking questions on phone.
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Easy on the man, brother!
Stephanie is our sister, and as much as she respects her husband she wants us to respect him as well!
Besdides, the man stood beside her and supported her, he took it all easy and ended up doing what his wife wanted. I know a bunch (well, a load!) of men who, had they been in his place, would do whatever it takes to be in touch with that jinnie lover! And will end up doing all bad things to his wife and then saying that it was beyond him, his jennie lover was forcing him to do!
Besides, if I was in his place I would do the same and ask the same questions 🙂
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Imran, I appreciate your great concern. I think my husband just wasn’t as affected by what happened as I was. Yes, it was somewhat difficult for him to understand I was upset, but it was partly my fault as well. I wasn’t able to actually vocalize what was wrong until I was near….well, had reached, actually….hysterics.
This particular episode seems to have passed. As for fear, I choose not to dwell on it what happened, as I believe it only invites such incidents into our lives. Therefore, it took me several months to gather the courage to write about it. In fact, as I wrote it, I refrained from writing the majority at night or in my parents’ house where I’m staying at the moment. So, no, I’m not completely cured of the fear….I just choose to focus my attention on other things and not discuss dark topics with people I don’t trust completely (discuss, not tell stories about).
Now when I feel uncomfortable or scared, I play Ayat al Kursia and make dua’a, and my nerves settle in a short time.
I’m sorry about your experience. How did you deal with it?
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Thanks Miss Siam!
You should not be scared anymore specially in building. That is a kind of thing when once get FIXED in your brain it’s hard to throw so the PLANTED FIX FEAR keep spreading more fear. So there is nothing like that. Just enjoy !
Me, I was a kid & that time WE used to live in Abu Dhabi as my father was DRIVER in ETISLAT so I born there & grew up there 7 years. I was a kid when I saw a FACE in TV drama n tha thing was a BLACK MAN totlly unbelieveable, unseen & TOO HORRORFUL. I cried alot as a kid. Whenever I went to School or to Tution from ALLEY below my building I was scared to death passng through that ALLEY, I felt like NOW that BLACK MAN or THING will stand infront of me or catch me behind in ALLEY because the ALLEY was not crowded. It’s back in 1993 when I was 6 years old.
When We came to PAKISTAN I was Ok. After some years I became fearless in Night or going alone. If there is something Uncomfortable I feel in some place my BODY HAIRS will stand up for few seconds that’s it.
Ahamdulillah I’ve not seen any Jin or Pranormal kind of thing ever nor I’ll scare again if it even happenin my life now.
There are HEAVY PLACES indeed (haunted) but i’ve not seen or faced anything except just a WAVE n standing my hairs on body.
I didn’t read completely at first everything on STARTING EPISODE 1 as I was too excited. I thought It’s Miss Theresa Corbinls story but she told Me it’s Miss Siam.
Just be Ok & Stog being scared. There are women living in mountainy areas alone where neighbours or houses are far far away. There are jungles n this n that. Look how they live chilling. You have mobile, tech n quick calling for helo tools n still scared. You need to DESTROY that planted FEAR inside you yourself. No jin No this n that will come or appear like you see in TV HORROR media.
Take care & looking forward for interesting stories n articles from You & Miss Corbin 🙂
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Please spend the time to memorize Ayat al Kursi, there are some YouTube videos that are easy to follow along with in-sha-Allah. We should all know this ayat and the Qul surahs for protection for ourselves and our children and say them every morning and every night. Jinn and black magic are real. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftzJKr7lcgM
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Thank you for sharing the link. Jazaka Allahu khair. InshaAllah, I will be able to memorize all of these.
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Thanks Miss Siam!
You should not be scared anymore specially in building. That is a kind of thing when once get FIXED in your brain it’s hard to throw so the PLANTED FIX FEAR keep spreading more fear. So there is nothing like that. Just enjoy !
Me, I was a kid & that time WE used to live in Abu Dhabi as my father was DRIVER in ETISLAT so I born there & grew up there 7 years. I was a kid when I saw a FACE in TV drama n tha thing was a BLACK MAN totlly unbelieveable, unseen & TOO HORRORFUL. I cried alot as a kid. Whenever I went to School or to Tution from ALLEY below my building I was scared to death passng through that ALLEY, I felt like NOW that BLACK MAN or THING will stand infront of me or catch me behind in ALLEY because the ALLEY was not crowded. It’s back in 1993 when I was 6 years old.
When We came to PAKISTAN I was Ok. After some years I became fearless in Night or going alone. If there is something Uncomfortable I feel in some place my BODY HAIRS will stand up for few seconds that’s it.
Ahamdulillah I’ve not seen any Jin or Pranormal kind of thing ever nor I’ll scare again if it even happenin my life now.
There are HEAVY PLACES indeed (haunted) but i’ve not seen or faced anything except just a WAVE n standing my hairs on body.
I didn’t read completely at first everything on STARTING EPISODE 1 as I was too excited. I thought It’s Miss Theresa Corbinls story but she told Me it’s Miss Siam.
Just be Ok & Stog being scared. There are women living in mountainy areas alone where neighbours or houses are far far away. There are jungles n this n that. Look how they live chilling. You have mobile, tech n quick calling for helo tools n still scared. You need to DESTROY that planted FEAR inside you yourself. No jin No this n that will come or appear like you see in TV HORROR media.
Take care & looking forward for interesting stories n articles from You & Miss Corbin 🙂
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Thanks for reading, and I do feel stronger now. Reading Ayat al Kursi and repeating “authu billahi min al-shaytaan ir-rajeem” calms me when I feel a weird sense.
I think it’s hard to completely remove fear of things you can’t see but you know exist. We must only trust Allah to protect us.
Of course you were scared! At 6, it is very normal to be scared of the dark and being alone. My daughter is currently going through a stage where she won’t be alone in a room at night. She’s 7. But, alhumdulillah, you also overcame your fear.
I hope you can go back to read Part I, so you can see how this started for me. Please keep in touch and come back. Salaam!
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