In the depths of the arid desert, amidst his adventurous journeys, Abdul Saboor faced a strange and thrilling encounter that turned his life upside down. The events of that night oscillated between terror and mystery
My name is Abdul Saboor. I am 40 years old, living in one of the Arab countries. I am married and a father of two children. I work as a truck driver transporting vegetables and fruits from one country to another, especially in African countries. Four years ago, I was driving a fruit-laden truck headed to one of the African countries. I spent days and nights on the road, crossing deserts and barren lands. After passing one of the major cities, I found myself in the middle of the desert. It was a cold March evening, with the barren desert surrounding me from all sides.
After hours of driving, I reached a rest area and gas station, where I stopped to pray and have lunch before continuing my journey. I was accustomed to stopping at that station and knew all the workers there. After the noon prayer in the small mosque, I sat in the simple restaurant to have my meal. I noticed three men sitting outside, glancing at me occasionally. I didn’t feel comfortable with their looks and actions, so I quickly finished my meal, got in the truck, and left the station
Just minutes later, I saw in the mirror a black car following me for over an hour. I felt scared, especially when the car got closer and was right behind me. Then it moved beside me, and the three men I saw at the station appeared. One of them signaled me to stop, and another was holding a gun. I tried to speed up without looking at them, as I had a family waiting for me and didn’t want to lose my life
Fortunately, I reached another rest area where I felt some safety. I stayed there and didn’t see the black car. After calming down, I continued my journey, but soon the car reappeared behind me. I thought of stopping and running away, so I stopped in a deserted area, locked the truck, and ran into the darkness. While running, I came across a village with faint lights on the hillside. I reached an old, abandoned house and heard a child crying inside. I knocked on the door, and a strange man, dark-skinned with unfamiliar features, opened it for me.
The man invited me in and assured me I was safe. However, over time, I started noticing strange things. The man admitted he was a Muslim jinn, and I felt extremely frightened. He tried to reassure me that they meant no harm, but I eventually ran away from the place
After that, I returned to the truck and found it almost as I had left it. I informed the police about the highwaymen, but they didn’t believe my story about the jinn. I continued my journey, but every time I passed by that village, I felt something strange, as if someone was watching me
One day, the jinn appeared to me again and apologized for scaring me. He told me he was Muslim and didn’t want to harm me. Our encounters continued several times, but they always ended with me asking him to disappear from my life. Eventually, he stopped appearing to me altogether
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