For the last couple of days, Maaz has been treating me and also teaching me about jinns what they are, what they do, and the strange, unseen world they inhabit.


    It’s bizarre, to say the least. Me, a guy with a bachelor''s degree in mathematics and a proud atheist, now questioning core beliefs of my short 25-year life. It feels like my entire worldview is crumbling, piece by piece, ever since that day. The day I saw that thing. Or, as Maaz insists, that jinn.


    My life hasn’t been the same since.


    At first, I dismissed it as a hallucination. Maybe I was sleep-deprived, stressed, or just imagining things, maybe he did some tricks on me. Even the next day, I was in denial, convincing myself that it was a trick of the light or some fleeting shadow after the load shedding my brain misinterpreted. But the thing is, I’ve been seeing stuff. Real things. Things that aren’t supposed to exist.


    For reassurance, I went to a psychiatrist, hoping they’d diagnose me with something, anything that could explain it. Schizophrenia, sleep paralysis, some rare neurological conditions. But after an hour of tests and questions, the psychiatrist told me I was perfectly normal. No signs of mental illness, no delusions, no stress-induced psychosis. Just a healthy, sane 25-year-old man.


    And that’s the most terrifying part of all.


    Because if I’m sane, then what I’m seeing is real.


    It started small shadows that seemed to move on their own, darting in and out of my peripheral vision. I tried to brush them off as tricks of the mind. But then I started seeing shapes and forms. At first, they were faint and blurry, but over time, they became clearer. More detailed. More real.


    The most horrifying part is that I’ve started seeing these things on my campus. My safe haven. My home away from home.


    They’re everywhere.


    These creatures these jinns rome around the campus as if it’s their playground. I’ve seen shadows perched high above the largest trees, their shapes shifting and writhing like smoke in the wind. I’ve seen giant figures with impossibly long legs, their heads almost touching the tops of buildings. They move slowly, deliberately, as if they know no one else can see them.


    No one but me.


    And that’s the worst part. Everyone else goes about their day, blissfully unaware of the monstrous entities surrounding them. They walk past the shadows without a second glance, sit under the trees where these creatures are sitting, laugh and talk as if nothing is wrong.


    But I see them.


    I see the way their glowing eyes follow people, the way their long, clawed fingers reach out, almost grazing someone’s shoulder before retracting. I see the way they move, silent and predatory, as if they’re waiting for something.


    I’ve stopped going to certain parts of the campus. There’s a grove of trees near the library that’s always shrouded in an unnatural darkness, even during the day. The air there feels heavy, suffocating, like it’s alive and pressing down on you. I swear I’ve seen something , something massive crouched in the shadows there, its eyes glowing faintly in the dark.


    I’ve tried to tell myself it’s all in my head. That I’m just imagining things. But every time I see one of them, I feel it. This deep, primal fear that no amount of logic or reasoning can shake.


    Maaz gave me an amulet, a small, thing with intricate carvings and a faint metallic shine. He told me that as long as I kept it on me, these creatures wouldn’t harm me he also added they don''t harm people without reason. At first, I was skeptical, even afraid to rely on something that seemed so… superstitious. But desperation has a way of bending even the most rational minds. I wore it, and little by little, I began to adjust.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    The creatures didn’t go away, but they kept their distance. I could still see them lurking, watching, but they didn’t come close. It was unnerving, but at least I felt safer.


    Maaz, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed. He went about his day as if nothing was out of the ordinary, even though he admitted he was more sensitive to these entities than most people. He could see them since he was a child, just as clearly as I could perhaps even more so. Yet, he lived among them, coexisting with these otherworldly beings as if they were nothing more than background noise.


    “If I can adjust to this,” he said , “why can’t you?”


    And he was right. If he could live like this, so could I. Or at least, I could try.


    But then something happened that shook me to my core.


    There’s a girl in the archaeology department, someone everyone knows but avoids. She’s infamous on campus, labeled “crazy or mad” by students . She talks to herself, screams at shadows, and has this wild, haunted look in her eyes. I used to think she was just mentally ill, a tragic case of someone who lost touch with reality.


    But Maaz told me the truth. She isn’t crazy. She’s possessed.


    Possessed by these jinns.


    The realization hit me like a freight train. If not for Maaz , I could’ve ended up like her. Whatever was happening to me, whatever these creatures wanted, it was real. And it was dangerous.


    The only positive thing to come out of all this is that my nightmares have almost completely disappeared. For months, I was plagued by dreams of shadowy figures, of being chased and suffocated by unseen forces. But since I started wearing the amulet, the nightmares have faded, replaced by a dreamless sleep.


    Still, Maaz insists this is far from over.


    He explained that these types of jinn don’t attach themselves to people without a reason.Jinns harm people for several reasons, often due to unintentional harm or invasion of their space, such as disturbing them or injuring them unknowingly. They can also act out of revenge if offended, disrespected, or provoked, and some jinns are naturally mischievous or malevolent, causing harm for amusement. Black magic is another common reason, as practitioners summon jinns to carry out curses or harm others. Additionally, jinns may possess humans out of attraction, or targeting those who are spiritually or emotionally weak.


    And that’s when he dropped the bombshell.


    “My guess,” he said, “is that someone used black magic on you.”


    The words sent a chill down my spine. Black magic? On me? Who would do such a thing? And why?


    Maaz said that unless we could figure out who was behind it and why they targeted me, my problem might never fully go away. He also admitted that his knowledge and abilities had their limits. He can kill the jinn that was bugging me but to uproot the problem we need to know the reason and the person who did this.


    So to truly treat me, we’d need someone more experienced someone with deeper spiritual knowledge.


    He suggested contacting an imam from a mosque, someone who could perform the necessary rituals to cleanse me and break whatever curse had been placed on me.


    “I’ll make the arrangements,” Maaz said. “But until then, keep the amulet on you at all times.”


    I can’t help but feel a surge of anger toward whoever did this to me. They almost drove me insane. They turned my life into a waking nightmare. I hope, wherever they are, they’re happy with what they’ve done.


    So, let’s get back to the topic. After that first night’s experience, I dove deep into researching these so-called jinns. I scoured the internet, read everything I could find, and listened intently to Maaz as he explained what they were.


    The jinn, as it turns out, are beings from Arabic and Islamic tradition they even predates islam. Initially, I thought they were just mythical creatures, like fairies or vampires stories meant to entertain or scare. But now, after seeing them with my own eyes, I know they’re far more than that.


    In Islamic belief, jinns are one of the three intelligent creations of God, alongside humans and angels. While angels are made from light and humans from clay, the jinn are said to be created from smokeless fire. Maaz explained that, in scientific terms, this could mean they’re composed of pure energy, existing in a state that allows them to interact with the physical and metaphysical worlds simultaneously.


    They’re not confined to a single form. Unlike the blue, cheerful genie I saw from movies, the jinn can take on countless shapes and sizes. Some are humanoid, with features that are almost human but slightly… off. Others are monstrous, with elongated limbs, sharp teeth, and glowing eyes that pierce through the darkness. Some are shadowy and indistinct, like smoke swirling in the air, while others are grotesquely large, towering over trees and buildings.


    Jinns are not bound by our physical limitations. They can move faster than the eye can follow, pass through walls, and appear or disappear at will. They exist in a parallel dimension but can interact with our world whenever they choose—or whenever they’re summoned.


    They’re not inherently good or evil, either. Like humans, jinns have free will. Some are benevolent and keep to themselves, while others are mischievous or outright malevolent. The malevolent ones, Maaz said, are the ones people fear most. They can possess humans, cause harm, and wreak havoc, often driven by grudges, revenge, or manipulation by black magic.


    Jinns also have their own societies, families, and hierarchies. Some are solitary, while others live in groups or tribes. They have their own languages and can even have religions, with some being devoutly religious and others completely irreligious.


    One thing that struck me is their connection to specific places. Maaz told me that jinns tend to dwell in certain areas—abandoned buildings, forests, deserts, or even graveyards. They’re particularly drawn to places that humans rarely frequent, though some live in bustling areas, hidden in plain sight.


    What makes them truly terrifying is their ability to see us while remaining unseen. They can observe us, follow us, and even interact with us without our knowledge. That’s why, Maaz said, they’re so feared. It’s not just their power but their invisibility that makes them so dangerous.


    Learning all this has been both fascinating and horrifying. On one hand, it feels like I’m uncovering a hidden layer of reality that most people never get to see. On the other hand, knowing these beings exist—and that they’re watching me—makes my skin crawl.


    I’ve come to understand that the jinn are not just myths or legends. They’re real. And now that I’ve seen them, there’s no going back.


    Maaz said that there are many tribes and types of jinn, each with unique traits and characteristics. He promised to tell me more once my treatment is complete, and the thought excites me. After my treatment i might take  this subject as a hobby, not as a source of fear.