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What if one day you discovered that you had been living the biggest lie your whole life?!
What if you lost control of your curiosity in a way that literally led to your destruction and your life slipping through your hands?!
What if you saw the truth as truth and falsehood as falsehood, but the price of choosing the truth would cost you your life?! What would you choose then, unlimited money or the truth at the end of your life?!
The story:
My name is “Shaoun” and don’t be too surprised by my name. What’s more surprising is that we live a life of luxury and extravagance. I never knew what my father did, but he is one of the richest men in the country. I am not yet twenty-two years old and I own seven cars of the most expensive and famous international brands.
We live in a place that only the elite dare to approach, and next to us there was a place that no one dared to approach at all. Its fame spread and rumors spread about it that it was a gateway to the other world, the hidden world, the world of the jinn and the rebellious devils!
All of our family members were Muslims except us, we did not follow any religion or creed. My father would scold anyone who tried to learn about any religion, even if only by reading. As for me, I did not know my father’s religion at all. My father traveled a lot and we rarely saw him with us. Despite that, he knew all our news and knew all our news to the point that he knew exactly what we kept secret from him. I was certain in the depths of my soul that my father was either watching us all the time and everywhere or he was seeking help from men from the jinn!
One day, we received news of my father’s death and his departure from life in another state. We were overcome with grief over his loss, but we quickly adapted. Each of us continued what he was doing, but grief prevailed over us. One day, our mother met with us for dinner and told us that she was going to tell us a very dangerous secret.
Before she could finish, she broke down crying. I thought she was unable to get over my father’s departure from her. Then I received a call from an unknown number. I received the call to find that it was someone asking me my name, “Shaoun?!” I answered in the affirmative. He asked me if I wanted to get information about my father and the nature of his work. I answered in the affirmative, as my father is the biggest mystery in my entire life to me. He asked me to come to the deserted place full of jinn and demons!
I didn't know what to do?! But in the end I decided to go. I took courage and went to him, to see an old, decrepit sheikh. He welcomed me warmly and advised me not to look behind me no matter what I heard, otherwise no one in life would be able to help me then. We walked a long way and then climbed stairs. Although we climbed them, they did not end. Suddenly, I heard the old man muttering a few words that were incomprehensible to me, so I lost consciousness and did not regain it until I was in green meadows and vast buildings. Gold was strewn everywhere and silver decorated the view and made it more beautiful.
Suddenly, a girl passed by, the most beautiful of all, I had never seen before. I forgot everything with one look in her eyes. My fear, anxiety, and confusion, everything, vanished. I tried to talk to her, but the old man stopped me, saying: “Do you know that your father sold you to the jinn before you were born?!”
I was shocked by what he told me, and I asked him in astonishment: “What are you saying?!”
The old man continued: “Isn’t your name Shaun? Shaun is my name and I named you myself and from then on you became my king!”
I asked him in a low, broken voice: “What do you want from me?!”
The old man replied: “I want you to do everything I say, just as your father did. I have now taken his place. I want nothing from you but loyalty in exchange for unlimited money and empowerment on earth that you have never seen before!”
I felt something hit my head, I regained consciousness and was on my bed in my sleep, the old woman's last words were I will give you one day to think and come back to me with the answer in the same place!
On the same day, my mother called us again and informed us that our father had sold himself to the devil in the first years of his marriage to her. He had abandoned his religion and faith in order to appease the jinn and devils. She brought a sheikh and made us all convert to Islam and taught us what we should do. I felt extremely relieved, especially since I had read a lot about Islam secretly from my father. I received a call from the old woman to remind me of the matter. I found no one in front of me but my mother, so I told her everything that had happened to her, only to find her shedding tears and filled with sadness. She informed me that she would teach me the pillars of fortification. She taught me everything and fortified me herself.
The next day I went to the cursed place and found the old man waiting for me. We did the same thing again. We walked through a dark dungeon and ended up on stairs that could not be seen at the end. Halfway there, he called me by a strange name! I did not understand him. We walked a long time until we reached the meadows. There, the old man was shocked when he learned that I had not fainted as before. He was certain that I was immune, and worse than that, when he learned that I had converted to Islam!
I recited Ayat al-Kursi over him and found him burning immediately. The beautiful girl came to me and I forgot everything. She informed me that my father was alive! I rushed to him and he informed me in a very low voice that he supported me in what I did and that I should not surrender myself and sell myself to the devil as he had done one day!
Suddenly, I was shocked when the girl turned into an old woman after she said some words to me, so I repeated them after her. He took out a strange-looking dagger and stuck it in my father’s heart, who passed away immediately. As for me, I wanted to recite Ayat al-Kursi, but my tongue was tied and knotted. The old woman’s evil intentions to end my life, as he did to my father, were evident before my eyes, but I heard my mother’s voice reciting verses from the Holy Quran. The closer I and those with her got, the more the old woman’s screams increased until they reached my place and were able to free me from him. The knots were broken and I insisted on reciting the verses of protection and the verses of burning, so the old woman evaporated.
We carried my father’s body and returned, and my mother changed my name to “Muhammad,” and I did not miss a single prayer throughout my days.
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