قصتي مع كتاب شمس المعارف | كون يرجع بيا الزمن اللور منقراش فيه سطر واحد ( كندوي على الكتاب الأصلي )

I was asking her, and she was answering me. Until I reached a stage where I wasn't that scared of her anymore. I asked her to let me see her, but she refused; she didn't want to. She told me that Jinn have the ability to shapeshift 40 times. But she is still young and will need her chances over time. I asked her, "How old are you?" She shocked me. She said, "I am 240 years old." And she told me that she is from a tribe of Jinn known for their beauty. Meaning they almost look like humans, except their ears are a bit longer than ours. But she said that when we unite, only then will I be able to see her. Honestly, I won't lie to you, I started to feel comfortable with her. And that fear I had started to fade away. I asked her further, "Are you going to stay?" Since the day I started the channel, and since I started horror stories, I've been getting many messages and comments. They tell me, "Amine, talk to us about the book*Shams al-Ma'arif*.""Amine, tell us about*Shams al-Ma'arif al-Kubra *." But when I want to talk about it, I go and search on YouTube. I find a whole mess of people talking about it. Everyone is talking about it. That's why I say, "Never mind." And anyway, this topic of*Shams al-Ma'arif*has become stale. Everyone already knows it . It's just a book of witchcraft, so there's no reason for me to talk about it too. Basically, I have nothing more to add to it. Whatever I might say to you, many people have already said before me. And honestly, guys, this has been my opinion for a long time. But just these past few days, I was sitting there when I received a message from a brother. "Hello brother Amine, I want to tell you my story with the book* Shams al-Ma'arif al-Kubra*.""However, my story is very long, but it is real." "And there are people who will believe it, and people who will call it a lie." "But I don't care; whoever wants to believe is welcome, and whoever doesn't , that's their own business." I told him, "Yes, welcome, send me your story. " And indeed, he sent it to me. But when I read it, my brain just stopped, guys, and I was shocked. And everything I had seen about this book, and everything people talk about on YouTube , is nothing compared to this story this man told me. And which I will tell you today. That’s why, guys, I won't keep you waiting any longer. I just want you to prepare yourselves for this dangerous story I'm going to tell you today. Go to a quiet place, sit back, and enjoy this story I'm going to tell you. In the name of God, let us begin. Before I start my story, guys, I want to ask you for one thing only. And that is that none of you should go looking for this book. Because it is a book of witchcraft and summoning Jinn. Oh God, I have conveyed the message, Oh God, be my witness. My story begins last year in the month of August. I was camping with a friend of mine, just like anyone else. Meaning, on summer vacation, we were happy, having fun, eating, and drinking. We were doing just fine. Then things happened, and my friend's sneaker got torn. He told me, "We need to find a cobbler to fix my sneaker." I said, "Sure, no problem. I know a cobbler right around the corner, let's go see him." Anyway, we went to that cobbler. My friend left his sneaker with him, and he told us to come back in three days. And that is exactly what happened. Three days later, we went back to him. But when we entered the shop, we found a tall man there. He had a long, white beard. That man’s complexion was also fair. He was wearing a long jellaba. Even though it was very hot, he had his hood up over his head. I will never forget that man's features. That man and the cobbler were talking in a certain way. I could tell just from their facial expressions that they were discussing something very serious. As soon as we stopped at the shop, they went quiet. I spoke to the cobbler and asked him to give us the sneaker. The cobbler suddenly looked completely confused. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Keep in mind, the sneaker was right next to him, right in front of him. He told us, "Just go for an hour and come back to me." Honestly, my friend and I didn't understand a single thing. We said, "Alright, fine, no problem." We went for a stroll and came back to him. But the moment we returned to the shop, we found that same fair-skinned man with the beard. We found him talking to the cobbler, shouting and crying. He was speaking to him in Shelha. Even the cobbler looked extremely terrified. The only thing I still remember is that man who was wearing a hood. He picked up a book he had and threw it at the cobbler . He said, "I swear I'll set a fire, and I'll set myself on fire." Naturally , we didn't understand anything at all. The cobbler picked up the book the man had thrown at him and went to put it somewhere. But the crazy part was, as he was carrying the book to put it away , he was reciting the Quran loudly. Anyway, honestly, I didn't want to bother myself with all this. I put down 10 dirhams, we took the sneaker, and we just left. As we walked away, my friend looked at me and said, "Look, these guys have gone a bit crazy, they've lost their minds." Anyway, we forgot about the matter and continued on our way. Days and days passed until we started school. One day, I was searching through my late grandfather's library. I still remember it; I was looking for a book called "Safwat al-Tafasir," which is a book of Quranic interpretation. I was looking for that specific book. Suddenly, a book caught my eye that, honestly, I wish from the bottom of my heart I had never found or seen. When I found that book, I read its title. I read "The Great Sun of Knowledge"(Shams al-Ma'arif al-Kubra). I read that title and said to myself, " This title feels so familiar." Wait, wait, wait. This is the book I saw that time at Al-Kharraz's. This is the book that man threw at Al-Kharraz. And from my first look at the book in my hands, I felt that something was going to change in my life. Because that scene that happened with Al-Kharraz is still in my memory, and I never forgot it. The first thing I did was keep reading the title of the book about five times. I read it slowly, trying to understand the content of the book. And since my grandfather was a mosque imam and a religious man, I opened the book and started flipping through its pages. The thing I noticed was that the language the book was written in was strange and profound. And it had a lot of symbols in it. I was sure that this handwriting was not my grandfather's. Every leaf in that book had a small white paper with it that contained an explanation of that page. I mean, I found that my grandfather had placed white papers on every page. Meaning, the explanation of every page of that book, he had written its meaning in clear, precise language on a white sheet and placed it in the middle of each page. That’s why I later understood that those papers were clarifications for those symbols and what was not understood in the book. I said to myself, this is just nonsense. Driven by my intense curiosity, I went to my PC, opened Google, and typed the book's title: "Shams al-Ma'arif al-Kubra." But there, I was shocked. I found that this book is the most dangerous book for summoning jinn, conjuring spirits, and witchcraft. My eyes were opened, and I spent that entire night searching. I watched many videos and saw testimonies from people who said that many had died because of this book. I kept searching and searching and searching. And in the end , I came to the conclusion that this book is religiously forbidden, and it contains things that even the most dangerous sorcerers cannot control. But the dangerous information I read is that there are only four real copies of this book. Meaning, the other copies are just fakes. But the real copies are only four in total. And the real copies of this book are written on the skin of legendary animals that don't exist in our world, because they conducted analyses and research on the parchment the book is written on. They couldn't identify what kind of animal that skin belonged to. It doesn't exist, and they could never find what creature has the same skin. Plus, there are some paragraphs written in blood. And according to what I read, the ink that God created couldn't even be used to write some things in the book due to their sheer horror. And as I told you, those printed copies are just imitations. They are mostly distorted and full of errors. Meaning, they don't harm anyone or anything. But the question remains, and the one I wanted to find an answer to, is what was my grandfather doing with this book? And you must know that my grandfather had the original book. Anyway, never mind. The next day, I went to university, and my mind was scattered. I was only thinking about that book; how was this going to play out? And honestly, you need to know one thing about it. I am a person who doesn’t really occupy my mind much with this world of Jinn. Even though it is true that it’s mentioned in the Quran, I sort of believe in it and don’t believe in it, and I don’t dwell on it. Due to the intense curiosity I had, I went back to my mother and started asking her. I asked her about my grandfather's books, and you all know he was an Imam who never left the mosque. But what I gathered from my mother is that there was a huge controversy surrounding all those books . The Ministry of Culture tried everything possible to take them. The last time, some experts from Iraq came in 2009, examined all those books, and were shocked. Because they found books in my grandfather's possession from the Middle Ages. Books that were in Hebrew, Arabic, and even Latin. To the point that the state offered my family a large financial compensation just to take those books. But every time, my grandfather completely refused this matter. He didn’t want to give them to them. And he believed that they were a family heirloom. Honestly, I won't lie to you, I kept thinking and asking myself: should I read the book or not? Maybe it seemed better for me to just stay away from it. Especially when I knew it was a book prohibited by Sharia , and merely reading it is considered ......shirk (associating partners) with God Almighty. But honestly, without lying to you, I was like anyone else saying......what is "prohibited" or what is "normal" anyway? Even if I read it, what will happen to me? What do I want to do? There’s nothing for me to do. I’m just going to pick up a book and read it. Am I going to commit adultery? Or am I going to go steal? Or am I going to go kill someone? It’s just a book I’m going to pick up and read. That’s it, why is it forbidden? Plus, I was saying it’s impossible that just by reading that book, something would happen to me. I mean, it’s something illogical. But I forgot that I am just a weak servant. And anything could affect me. If I read that book, I was forgetting this fact. And to my bad luck, this decision to read the book coincided with the holiday. On the first day of the holiday, I went into my room. I locked the door behind me. I put that book in front of me along with paper and a pen. And this day, I will never forget it. I opened the first page of the book. And the first word I read was "Burning." Wait, what is this "Burning" anyway? What does this word mean? And that word had a pencil circle drawn around it. Anyway, I moved past the book's introduction. I had read it almost three times. And honestly, without lying to you, I didn't understand a single thing in it. I didn't understand anything at all, except for some words that were clear. And you have to know that the language was profound. But here I remembered those small papers that were inside the books, which explained those symbols and such. I picked up those papers. They were written in pencil. And they had a strange smell. When I smelled them, it was like the scent of camphor. But the most important thing is that they were written in beautiful handwriting. They were organized and neatly arranged. To the point that, at one moment, I started ignoring the book and reading only them. Because they were the ones that were understandable. Anything that was in the book had its detailed explanation in those small papers. What can I tell you, brothers? About 15 days I spent reading that book. Even though, in truth, I was terrified. Because I was only reading it at night. And I would sleep during the day. I would tell my family that I had exams, and that I was busy studying and preparing. May God forgive me. What can I tell you , brothers; those 15 days I spent reading that book, I lived in another world. Some things I was reading were just too much, they were beyond belief. Like information on how you could have relations with a female jinn. How, I mean, some information I can't even finish saying. How you could kill a human being just with magic. How you could control a tribe of jinn. Add to that many other things that are purely polytheism, which, honestly, I cannot repeat to you. But the strange thing, the strange thing about this book is the use of Quranic verses. And sometimes you find the beautiful names of God. So why do religious scholars fear this book if it contains the Quran and the beautiful names of God? But wait, just wait. When I finish reading again, it turns 180 degrees. I find only disbelief, polytheism, and atheism , God forbid, written in words that are , may God forgive me, dangerous. Anyway , let me get back to the story. By the time I finished reading the book, I felt like I had become educated in a field that very few people know about. Anyway, I returned the book to its place, and I thanked God that nothing happened to me. And here I said, " That's it, that’s just nonsense and myths." Just forget it, let that go. But after a few days, I started to feel strange things happening to me. For example, I could no longer talk much. And I couldn't distinguish between times anymore. For instance, four in the afternoon started getting mixed up with eight in the morning. At first, I said this was just the effect of the shock from the book. Meaning, that impact, that fear, is still with me. But later, this started increasing more and more. One day, I woke up in the morning and I saw something brown on my hands. I found it here, and on both my hands. I didn't understand a thing. I went and washed my hands well, but it wouldn't come off. When I went to my mother and showed her my hands, she was terrified. And she started reciting the Quran over them right away. She called a cleric and told him, "Come to me now. " When the cleric arrived, he started asking me strange questions. "Do you have many wet dreams?""Does something strange happen to you in the bathroom?" Honestly, I was answering the cleric, but I didn't bring up what I read in the book. And because I had read the book, I didn't mention any of that stuff. Anyway, here he answered me and gave it to me straight; there was nothing left to hide. He told me, "Look son, what you have on your hand is us, and yesterday was your wedding.""You have married a jinn." I screamed on the spot, I said, "A jinn, how?""What is that?""What are you saying?" It was the first time in my life I had ever been that terrified. He kept comforting me, saying, "Don't be afraid, son, this marriage will be annulled, God willing. " He went off and brought a handful of salt. He placed it in my hand and started reading over me, slowly. Until, all of a sudden, the man jumped up, terrified, and ran away. My mother and I didn't understand anything. Why? We got up and followed him, asking, " What's wrong?" He kept running, he didn't want to sit with us anymore. The man wouldn't talk to us; he was just fleeing. He vanished; he just didn't want to come back at all. Honestly, brothers, I won't lie to you; at that moment, I burst into tears. But I didn't want to show it to my mother. I turned it into a joke and told her, " It's fine, Mother, we've become in-laws with Shamharoush." I kept laughing with her, but she didn't laugh or anything. She looked at me as if she were saying, "You're at the end of your rope." I hugged her and told her, "Look, Mother, don't be afraid of anything." And no lie, brothers, my mother truly suffered a lot with me; poor thing, she kept holding the Quran and reading over me in those days. And I was suffering a psychological torment. I mean, I didn't feel like myself. And the dangerous part is that I lost track of time. Sometimes I'd think it was 2011, imagine that; I’d sit there convinced it was 2011. As for the night, let’s not even talk about it; it was a terrifying ordeal. I would have such strange dreams. Sometimes I dreamt I was eating myself like a beast. But until then, I thought this was all just a psychological effect from the shock of that book. I mean, I was still being logical. Until one day, at three in the morning, I woke up. I saw myself covered in blood. Oh, what is this? Am I dreaming? At one point, I realized my nose had started bleeding. I got up, washed, and went back to sleep as if nothing happened. And the next day, the same film played out again. I said, "No , this is impossible.""I must be just imagining this.""This is just a dream, it can't be." I started having nosebleeds almost daily. I kept cotton in my pocket all the time. One day, I woke up again at three in the morning. My head told me, "Get up, go out to the street and take a walk." I didn't know why. Anyway, my head told me to go out for a walk. That's what I did. I got up and left the house. As I was walking through the neighborhood, I saw the night watchman. I met him. I was wearing a jacket with a hood. So I wasn't very visible in the dark. The watchman thought I was a thief, or that I was coming to steal a car. He came running towards me. As he approached me , just as I wanted to say, "No, I'm just so-and-so, son of so-and-so," before I could even say it, I saw the guard lift up on his own. With a jolt, he was lifted and slammed against the ground. Imagine with me, brothers, at that moment I didn't understand a single thing. I was watching the guard being lifted by some force on his own. I didn't understand anything, so I ran away. The next day, I heard the neighbors saying that the neighborhood guard was hit by a car at night and the driver fled. Honestly, I didn't tell them anything. And anyway, the poor guard didn't remember anything at all. And that’s when, brothers, I became certain that I had married a jinn. But why hadn't I seen her yet? I stopped going to college. As for the nights, they were just filled with terrifying dreams and nosebleeds. Until one Thursday, I swore to myself. I said, that’s it, I’m going to face this head-on, because I read a sentence in that book that said: "On Thursday, the two horns of Satan meet and his evil rises above faith." Meaning, in our dialect, our Thursday night is the night of Iblis. I told myself, just keep going, keep going, continue what you started. I went into my room and locked myself in. I grabbed the book and went straight to the section on spirit summoning. At that stage, I would have done anything just to get rid of what I was living through. There were many methods explained there. But the only method I understood a little, and which was explained in those small papers I told you about, was the grid method with symbols. Imagine with me, for half an hour I was reciting those symbols. The grid and 39 other boxes you fill with the beautiful names of God, and many other things I won't mention so that no one tries them. Anyway, when I finished, I made a wish. I brought a knife, put it next to me, and lay down on the bed. I stayed awake , thinking. Is this even real? Maybe I’m just making myself sicker with this, and increasing my own terror. I started remembering some things that were in the book again. And so I got up and turned on the light. I stayed sitting there, waiting for the morning to come. A little while later, I lay down again. I kept calming myself down, little by little. At one moment, the light just turned off by itself. The hairs on my body stood up. Imagine with me, I froze in place. I couldn't move a muscle. Not even a blink; I couldn't even blink anymore. A long time passed while I was just frozen in place. To the point that I couldn't even remember the Quran to recite it. When I felt that everything was quiet and there was nothing there, I quickly got up, turned on the light, and grabbed my laptop. I kept waiting for the light until morning came, and given the terror I was in. And the amount of time I hadn't gone to college. I got up, dressed quickly, and left at 6 in the morning. Since the college is actually outside the city. I said I would sit for a while in the forest next to it. The important thing is not to stay at home and change the scenery a little. From there, I took a taxi. I arrived and found the place deserted and cold. And as for people, there wasn't a single soul around. Anyway, I sat on a bench. I put my earphones in and sat there reflecting. A little while later, I heard a sound like that of a little girl. I took the earphones out of my ears. I started listening and looking around. I didn't find anyone at all. And this sound I'm hearing isn't part of the song's audio. After a little while, I started hearing "Achraf". I jumped from my spot. I stood up looking , but I didn't see anyone. And right as I sat back down in the chair, I felt someone hug me. Believe me, guys, it was a real hug. I mean, like a human's. Honestly, I’m being completely serious. I jumped up right away, running as if I were on fire. I was screaming. I was terrified, and I was running all alone. I stopped just to catch my breath. I found myself bleeding from my nose again. I didn't know whether to wipe it or turn around to see who was behind me. Who did this to me? I didn't know what to do anymore . Then I heard the same voice again, but this time in my ear. And I won't lie to you, if my heart didn't stop in that moment, I knew I had a long life ahead. I swear, guys, I wanted to scream in that moment, but my voice was completely gone. Tears started falling on their own. I kept saying "I seek refuge in Allah from the accursed Satan ," and I kept repeating it. Then I started reciting the Throne Verse (Ayat al-Kursi). Imagine with me, I was crying and reciting that verse. Until I reached the moment where I started saying: "His throne encompasses the heavens and the earth." Then I hear the voice in my ear finishing the verse, and it finished it and started laughing . That voice was a girl's voice. She said in my ear: "I am a Muslim, I am a Muslim just like you." Right there, I completely passed out. I didn't remember anything else; I fell and blacked out. When I started opening my eyes little by little. I found myself stretched out on the ground. And the voice was in my ear again. That voice was speaking in a gentle language. Meaning it was speaking with the dialect of a gentle girl. Like the way people who come from abroad talk. They struggle a bit with the local dialect. Exactly like that way of speaking. Honestly, I didn't understand exactly what she was saying well. But I was reciting the Quran out loud. And the problem was that the voice in my ear was reciting with me too. When I saw myself at one point just babbling nonsense. I stopped and started saying out loud: "Achraf, you’re just imagining this.""Be a man, my friend."" You are imagining this, it’s not real ." I heard that voice talking to me again. And it said to me: "Look at that truck coming down the road." I actually looked. I saw a truck appearing on the road. And that voice finished what it was saying. It said to me: "One, two, three." And then I see the truck flip over on its own. I swear, guys, that truck wasn't even going 20 kilometers per hour. How did it flip over by itself? And the people of Larache will know that sand truck that flipped over on its own. In that moment, I won't lie to you. I wished for death to take me so I wouldn't be in that situation. I went running toward that truck. And I was more terrified than the driver himself. Honestly, that man who was in the truck, nothing happened to him. But I was extremely terrified. Some cars stopped and a crowd gathered. The driver got out, nothing happened to him . Thank God. And I was right there among them. I pushed my way in with them. It wasn't that I wanted to witness that stuff. No, I was just among them because I was scared. I mean , I was afraid of being all alone again . That’s why I hid among them. The driver started telling people. Saying to them: "This kid saw everything." And the situation was clear. Because I was the only one present for that scene I saw. But out of sheer terror, I told him: "I saw nothing.""I didn't see a single thing." And honestly guys, at that moment I didn't know if I should stay put or...Go home or what I should do. I felt dizzy and remembered my mother’s words. What she used to tell me a long time ago. She used to tell me , "You’ve reached the human limit."" You've reached the stage of demons to control them." Honestly, even though I was terrified at that moment, I laughed a little. I believed in that idea that parents 'words are always true. I sat down and thought, what is the end of this? What's the end of it? If it's death, then welcome. The important thing is to have a good story to tell them in hell. Because I already knew I’d screwed up when I read that forbidden book. Meaning if I died, I would go to hell. That’s what was on my mind. I kept thinking and asking what I could say to make that voice return. It returned again, all on its own. It said to me, "Do you believe me, or should I confirm it further?" I fell silent in that moment and didn't know what to say. My voice sounded terrified . But despite that, I asked, I said, " What do you want?" It said to me, " Don't be afraid.""Since you were the one who called me, I won't hurt you."" My name is Bahqa." And before she finished her speech, I interrupted and said: "I didn't ask for anything, just get away from me." I kept screaming and telling her this. Right then, I felt a hard slap on my cheek. When I remember that slap, my cheek aches all by itself . I went quiet, I went silent right there. I didn't add a single word. I just kept my head down and listened. Everything that was going through my mind, and the questions I wanted answers to, she answered them all to the extent she wanted, without me even asking. The first thing she explained to me was that if I hadn't been living in a fortified house. In parentheses, guys, I found out later that my grandfather was the one who fortified the house, so that no creature from that world could enter, so it wouldn't hurt us. Anyway, she finished her words . She said: "If that house weren't fortified, you would have died, and all those people who were living with you in...""The house would all either go crazy, or die, or get sick.""And some could even have committed suicide." And the mistake I made was that I was reading in a loud voice. Anything I couldn't understand in the book, I would read out loud. And that is a huge mistake. Plus, the book contains talismans and invocations. Just by moving your lips while reading, you can summon and command their kind—meaning the Jinn. Furthermore, everything I was experiencing in the house, what was happening, were just simple threats and harassment. Since it was difficult for them to enter the house where I was, I understood at that moment the disaster I had fallen into. Actually, when I was reading that book, I reached a chapter on mating and intercourse with the Jinn . And since we are Arabs, we love two things: money and mating. This specific part contained both, and they were explained very well on those white pages. That is why I kept reading them and repeating them in a loud voice. That is why, at the very moment I was reading that part, it happened that a Jinn was nearby, and she was the one chosen. Because for them, marrying a human—a person—is like us marrying a Swedish woman. That is why she didn't delay at all, and that is why she entered the house with such ease. Plus, she is a Muslim, which is why she was able to enter. Anyway, I stayed with her at that moment, and before I would ask, she would answer, until I reached a stage where, honestly, my fear began to fade a little. I asked to see her, but she refused. She told me that Jinn have the ability to shapeshift 40 times , and that she is still young and will need her chances over time. I asked her how old she was, and she shocked me by saying 240 years. She told me she is from a tribe of Jinn known for their beauty, meaning they look a lot like humans, only their ears are longer than ours. But she told me that when we unite......she and I, only then will I be able to see her. In truth, I felt comfortable with her, and that fear I had, I began to forget it. I asked her, "Will you keep bringing me whatever I want?" She laughed and told me she is pious and Muslim, and cannot touch what is forbidden. And "forbidden," according to how she explained it to me , is what Jinn who are commanded or cooperate with sorcerers do. There are some things that exist in our world that seem simple to us, but for them in their world, they represent great wealth. You should know that Jinn cooperate with sorcerers and fulfill their requirements. Meaning they give them information, harm humans for them, or are enslaved by them for magic in exchange for offerings and gifts. Which usually consists of a black goat, incense, and things like that. And these things constitute a fortune in the world of the Jinn. I asked her about many things, but most of the time she wouldn't want to answer, especially matters of the unseen; when I will die, when I will get a job, and many such things. But she told me that she is a Muslim, and God alone knows the unseen. The last question I still remember asking her was: do jinns only live in Morocco? She told me, you humans are so full of curiosity. But even so, she answered me. The summary of what she said was that the jinn were subjects of Prophet Solomon. This is what mandated that they all be Arabic-speaking. Morocco was the furthest point in that era, specifically the Atlas Mountains; it held the largest prison for her kind . Since jinns are light-based creatures , Prophet Solomon could not execute them, so he exiled them to Morocco. Most of them, if one of their kin was exiled, would commit sins to follow them so they could live together. This is what made Morocco the country they settled and migrated to most after the death of Prophet Solomon. The whole world has jinns, and every region considers them differently according to its culture. Some consider them ghosts, while others consider them extraterrestrial beings. Anyway, everyone has their own way of viewing or naming them. In our Islamic religion , they are known as the jinn. Before I left, she told me that she saw what I did yesterday. That is why she felt compelled to address me today and tell me what I had done. She said, "You summoned one of the most dangerous Marid, and made a pact to fulfill his requests in exchange for him fulfilling mine." She told me he appears in the form of a black cat. He will ask you to tell him what you want in his ear, and he will appear only to you. Honestly, because of the sheer terror I was in, the only request I was thinking of making was for him to just disappear so I wouldn't have to see him anymore. But she sensed me and told me that he will most likely ask you for something impure. I said to her, "How?" She seemed somewhat shy to answer, but she said, for example, drinking menstrual blood or doing things that, honestly, guys, I cannot say. Honestly, I won't lie to you; at that moment, I was shocked, frozen, and just staring, unable to even blink. Her last words were that she wouldn't be able to help me with anything, and that her kin, the jinn, were preparing to take my soul to them. Most of her words were incomprehensible. I only kept asking her for one thing: to see her, but she didn't want that. You need to know, guys, that our story has only just begun. Because what can I tell you, I've probably only told you about 20%or 25%of it. The story is still long, and it still holds events that are truly terrifying and genuinely dangerous. All of this that I have told you is just me preparing you for the story. What follows for Achraf, guys, is beyond your imagination—it is truly extreme. That is why, guys, I am asking you for one thing: please hit like. I want everyone to like and boost this episode to the highest number of likes so I can post the second part as soon as possible. And don't forget, of course, to share it with your friends as well. And don't worry, guys, I will post the second part as soon as possible. Your brother, Amine El Quiti, was with you. Take care.