I was asking her questions, and she kept answering me until I reached a point where I wasn't as afraid of her anymore. I asked her to let me see her, but she refused. She told me that jinn have the ability to shapeshift 40 times, but she was still young and would need her opportunities over time. I asked her how old she was, and she shocked me by saying she was 240 years old. She also told me that she was from a tribe of jinn known for their beauty, meaning they were almost human- like, except their ears were a little longer than ours. But she said that when I compare myself to her, I would see her. Honestly, I'm not lying to you, I started to feel a little more comfortable with her, and the fear I had started to disappear. I asked her again if she would continue. From the day I started the channel and began writing horror stories, I've received many messages and comments asking me to tell them about the book "Shams al- Ma'arif" and to tell them about it. The Great Sun of Knowledge, but when I want to talk about it, I go and search on YouTube and find a mess of people talking about it. Everyone's talking about it, that's why I say, never mind. Besides, this whole topic of the Book of the Sun of Knowledge has become tiresome, and everyone knows it's a book of magic, so there's no point in me talking about it too. In short, I have nothing more to add. What I'm about to tell you has already been told by many people before me. Honestly, brothers, this has been my idea for a while, but until recently, I was sitting when I got a message from a brother: " Peace be upon you, brother Amin. I wanted to tell you my story with the Book of the Great Sun of Knowledge. It's a very long story, but it's true. Some people will believe it, and some will disbelieve it, but I do n't care. Whoever wants to believe it, welcome, and whoever doesn't, that's their business. I told him, 'Yes, welcome, send me a message.'" Your story, and indeed, he told it to me, but when I read it, my mind went blank, and I was shocked. Everything I'd seen about this book and everything people were talking about on YouTube is nothing compared to this story that this man told me, and that I'm going to tell you today. That's why, my friends, I won't keep you any longer. I just want you to prepare yourselves for this dangerous story that I'm going to tell you today. Go somewhere quiet and peaceful and enjoy this story that I'm going to tell you. In the name of God, with God's blessing, let's begin. Before I start my story, my friends, I want to ask you for one thing only: that none of you look for this book because it's a book about magic and summoning jinn. Oh God, I have warned you. Oh God, protect me. My story will begin last year in the month of Y. I was camping with a friend of mine, like everyone else, during the summer vacation. We were happy. Activists, eating and drinking, meaning we were doing well. Then time came when my friend was going to cut one of his slippers. He said, "We need to go find a cobbler to fix it." I said, "Sure, I know a cobbler here in Al-Tawrah, let's go to him." So we went to that cobbler. My friend left his slippers with him and told us to come back in three days. And that's exactly what happened. After three days, we went back to him, but when we entered his shop, we found a tall man with a long white beard. This man also had fair skin and was wearing a long djellaba. Even though it was very hot, he had a hood on his head. I'll never forget this man's features. He and the cobbler were talking in a way that made it clear from their facial expressions that they were discussing something very serious. And we were with The scene unfolded as we stood in the shop, and they both fell silent. I spoke to the cobbler, asking him to give us the spray. The cobbler didn't know how to fix it, even though the spray was right there in front of him. He told us to go for an hour and come back. Honestly, my friend and I didn't understand anything. We just said, "Okay, fine." We walked around a bit and came back to him. But the moment we returned to his shop, we saw that white-skinned man with the beard. We found him talking to the cobbler, being cute and funny, and speaking to him in Berber. The only thing I still remember is that man who was hitting his head. He was about to pick up a book he had and threw it at the cobbler, saying, "I swear I'll set a fire, and I'll set myself on fire!" Of course, we did n't understand anything. The cobbler was going to pick up that book he threw. That man went and put the book in a designated spot, but the funny thing was, while he was carrying the book to put it down, he was reciting the Quran with great intensity. Anyway, honestly, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so I gave him 10 dirhams, we grabbed the spray bottle, and that was it. We went on our way. My friend looked at him and said, "This guy's got a crazy streak, he ran away from them." Anyway, we forgot about it and continued on our way. Days and days passed until we started studying. One day, I was looking in my grandfather's library, may God have mercy on him. I still remember that time. I was looking for a book called "Safwat Tafasir," which is a book of Quranic exegesis. I was looking for that book when I came across another book that, honestly, I wished from the bottom of my heart that I had never come across or seen. When I found that book, I read its title: " Shams al-Ma'arif al-Kubra." I was reading that title and saying... This title, this, this, it's not strange to me, in Chifu, blati, blati, blati. This is the book I saw that time at the cobbler's. This is the book that was thrown at that man by the cobbler. And from my first glance at the book in my hands, I felt that something was going to change in my life because I still remember that scene that happened with the cobbler and I never forgot it. The first thing I did was keep reading that title of the book about five times, and then I opened the book and started turning its pages. The thing I noticed was that the language that the book was written in was a strange and deep language, and it had a lot of symbols. I was sure that the handwriting wasn't my grandfather's, and every page with that book had a small white sheet with the explanation of that page of the book. So I found that my grandfather had put white sheets on each page, meaning the explanation of each page of that book. The author of the explanation wrote it in a clear and precise language on a single white sheet of paper and placed it in the middle of everything else. Later, I understood that those papers were explanations of the symbols and things that weren't clear in the book. I thought it was all nonsense, but because of my intense curiosity, I went to my computer, opened Google, and typed in the book's title: "The Great Book of the Sun of Knowledge." But then I was shocked to find that this book is the most dangerous book for summoning jinn, spirits, and magic. My eyes widened, and I spent the whole night searching. I watched many videos and read testimonies from people who said that many of their relatives had died because of this book. I kept searching and searching and searching, and in the end, I came to a conclusion: this book is forbidden by Islamic law, and it contains things that even the most dangerous desert dwellers couldn't control. But the most dangerous piece of information I read was that there are only four genuine copies of this book. The other copies are not forged, but there are only four genuine copies. The genuine copies of this book are written on the skin of mythical animals that don't exist in our world. They conducted analyses and research on the skin on which the book is written, and they couldn't find the hide of any animal. They couldn't find any creature with the same skin. Plus, there are some paragraphs written in blood. And according to what I read, the ink, which is God's creation, couldn't write anything in the book itself because of its vastness. As I told you, those printed copies are just imitations, and like others, they're full of mistakes, so they don't cause any harm. But the question I wanted answered is, what does my grandfather do with this book? You should know that my grandfather has the original book. Anyway, the next day I went to university, my mind wandering, preoccupied with that book and its plan. Honestly, you need to know one thing. I'm one of those people who does n't really think much about the world of jinn, even though it's mentioned in the Quran. But like you said, I don't believe in it, and I don't dwell on it. Because of my intense curiosity, I went back to my mother and started asking her about my grandfather's books. You all know he was an imam who led prayers at the mosque. But what I understood from my mother is that all those books are the subject of a huge controversy. The Ministry of Culture did everything they could to acquire them. The last time, in 2009, some experts from Iraq came and examined all those books. They were shocked to find some medieval books written in Hebrew, Arabic, and even Latin. The government even offered my family a large sum of money just to get those books, but every time my grandfather refused. He absolutely refused to give them up. Why, and why did he believe that this was a family inheritance? Honestly, I won't lie to you, I kept thinking and wondering whether to read the book or not. I guess I should just stay away from it, especially since I found out it was a book forbidden by Islamic law, and just reading it was considered associating partners with God Almighty. But honestly, without lying to you, I was like anyone else, saying, "What's so forbidden about it? What's so normal about it? I'll read it. What do I want to do? I have nothing else to do. I'll pick up a book and read it. Am I going to commit adultery, steal, or kill? It's just a book, and I'll read it. So what's so forbidden about it?" Plus, I kept saying it was impossible that just reading that book would bring something bad to me, something illogical. But I forgot that I'm just a weak human being, and anything can affect me. I forgot about that book, and unfortunately for me, I'm going to... This decision to read the book coincided with the holiday. On the first day of the holiday, I went into my room and there was a knock on the door. I put the book, a piece of paper, and a pencil in front of me. This day will never be forgotten. I opened the first page of the book, and the first word I read was "burning." I wondered what burning meant, and what this word and that word meant. They were outlined in pencil. Anyway, I moved on to the introduction of the book. I read it about three times, and honestly, without lying to you, I didn't understand a thing. I didn't understand anything except for some simple words. You should know that the language was very complex. But then I remembered those small pieces of paper that were in the middle of the books explaining those symbols and things. I picked up those papers. They were written in pencil, and they had a certain smell. When I smelled it, it was like... The smell was of camphor, but the most important thing was that they were written in a beautiful script, and they were organized and arranged to such an extent that I reached a point where I could hear the book. During those 15 days I spent reading that book, I lived in a different world. The things I was reading were so many, it was terrifying. There was information on how to have sex with a jinn, and so on. I couldn't even finish reading it. There was information on how to kill a human being with magic, how to control a tribe of jinn, and many other things that bordered on polytheism, which I honestly can't tell you. But the strangest thing about this book is its use of Quranic verses, and sometimes you even find the Beautiful Names of God. So why are religious scholars afraid of this book when it contains the Quran and the Beautiful Names of God? But just wait, when I start reading again, I do a complete 180 and find nothing but disbelief, polytheism, and atheism, God forbid, written all over it. I'm going to say something that, God forgive me, is dangerous. Anyway, let's get back to the story. When I finished reading the book, I felt like I'd become knowledgeable in a field that only a few people know about. I put the book back in its place and thanked God that nothing had happened to me. I thought, "That's it, it's all nonsense and rubbish. I'll forget about it." But after a few days, I started to feel strange things happening to me, like I couldn't talk much anymore and I couldn't tell time. For example, four in the afternoon felt like eight in the morning. At first, I thought it was just the effect of that book scare, that scare was still with me. But then it started to get stronger and more intense. One day, I woke up in the morning and saw something brown in color in my... I found my hands here, and I did n't understand anything about the game. I went and washed my hands thoroughly, but nothing happened. It wouldn't come off. I went to my mother and showed her my hands. She was shocked and started reciting verses from the Quran over it. Right away, she called a sheikh and told me he was coming. When the sheikh arrived, he started asking me strange questions: "Do you dream a lot? Do strange things happen to you?" Honestly, I was answering the sheikh, but he didn't mention what I had read in the book. I hadn't found any of those games. Anyway, he was going to answer me and he came straight to the point, there was nothing left to hide. He said, "Look, my son, what's in your hand is a jinn, and yesterday was your wedding. You married a jinn." Right then, I was shocked. I said, "A jinn? What? What are you saying?" It was the first time in my life I was so scared. That's how he kept whispering to me, "Don't worry, my son, this marriage will be called off, God willing." He went and got a handful of salt, put it in my hand, and started reciting over it little by little until one moment, the man suddenly got up from his meal and ran away. My mother and I didn't understand anything. We followed him, asking what was wrong, but he kept running away. He didn't want to sit with us anymore, he didn't want to talk to us, he just ran away. He didn't even want to turn around. Honestly, brothers, I'm not lying to you, at that moment I was overcome with tears, but I didn't want to show it to my mother. We both started laughing, and I told her, "So, Mother, we're now related to Shmar and J." We kept laughing, but my mother didn't laugh at all. She just gave me a look of... If she wanted to tell me I was on the gallows, I hugged my mother and told her, "Look, Mom, don't be afraid, nothing's wrong." And without lying to you, my brothers, my mother honestly suffered a lot with me. The poor thing was just holding the Quran and turning over pages. I was suffering psychologically; I didn't feel myself anymore. And the dangerous thing was, I lost track of time. Sometimes I thought we were in 2011. Imagine me, just sitting there thinking it was 2011! As for the nights, let's not even talk about them. It was a terrible ordeal. I had strange dreams. Sometimes I dreamt I was eating my own head savagely. But until now, I think all of this is just psychological trauma from that book scare. I mean, it's still logical. Then one day, around 3 AM, I woke up and saw my head was covered in blood. What is this? Am I dreaming? At one point, I thought that... My head started rumbling, and I went to wash up. I came back feeling better, and the next day the same thing would happen again. I said, " No, this can't be. This is just me imagining things. This is just a dream. It can't be." I started rumbling almost every day, and I always kept cotton in my pocket. One day, I woke up around 3 AM, and my head told me to get up and go for a walk. I don't know why, but my head told me to go for a walk, so I did. I got up and left the house. As I was taking that walk down the street, I saw the neighborhood watchman. I ran into him, and 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 going to steal a car. He was coming towards me, running. As he got closer, I wanted to say, "No, I'm just so-and-so, son of so-and-so." I wanted to say it, but then I saw the watchman... By himself, he was going to be shaken by a big one, shaken and slammed to the ground. Imagine, brothers, at that moment I didn't understand anything. I saw the guard being shaken by a big one, by himself, I didn't understand anything at all, and I ran away. The next day I heard the house saying that the neighborhood guard had been hit by a car at night and it sped away. Honestly, I didn't tell them anything, and that guard, poor thing, had lost his mind. That's when, brothers, I was sure I had a baby, but why haven't I seen her yet? I haven't been going to college anymore. At night, I only have terrifying dreams and blood in my nose. Then one Thursday, I swore I'd go straight to her because I read in that book a sentence that says on Thursday, the two horns of the devil meet and his evil is extinguished from faith. In our dialect, Thursday is the night of the devil. I said to myself, "Just keep going, keep going, keep going, finish what you started." I went to my house, closed the door, shook the book, and went straight to the section on fulfilling wishes. At that stage, I could do anything as long as I got out of my current situation. Many methods were explained there, but the only one I understood a little, and which was explained on those small papers I told you about, was the method of the table with symbols. Imagine, half an hour I spent copying those symbols, the table, and 39 other boxes that included the Beautiful Names of God and many other things that I won't mention so people don't do them. Anyway, when I finished, I wished I had a knife, put it next to me, and lay down on the bed. I stayed awake, wondering if this was real or if I was just making my head worse with this and making it worse with this fear. I started thinking again about some of the things that were in the book, and I got up, turned on the light, and sat waiting for morning. After a while, I went back I sat back down and started wiping my head slowly. Just then, the light was about to go out, and every hair on my head stood on end. Imagine that! I froze in place, unable to move, not even blink. A long time passed while I just sat there, so much so that I didn't even bother to read the Quran. When I realized it was all just silence and nothing was happening, I quickly turned on the light and grabbed my laptop. I waited for the light to come on until morning. Because of the shock I felt and the time I hadn't been to university, I got up, dressed quickly, and left at 6:00 AM. Since the university is outside the city, I thought I'd spend some time in the nearby forest. The important thing was not to stay at home and to get away for a bit. I took a taxi and arrived to find the weather turning cold and people around. There wasn't a single thing there. Anyway, I sat in a chair, put some earplugs in, and sat there. I was about to sit for a bit when I heard a voice like a little girl's. I took the earplugs out of my ears and started to listen and look around, but I didn't see anyone. This voice I was hearing wasn't in the song. After a while, I started to hear Ashraf. I got up and looked around, but I didn't see anyone. Then, as I sat back down in the chair, I felt someone hug me. And believe me, it was a real hug, a human hug. Honestly, I jumped up and started running like I was on fire. I was screaming and scared, and I was running all by myself. I stopped just to breathe, and then I realized I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether to wipe myself or turn around to see who was behind me, who had done this to me. I didn't know what to do. Then I heard The same voice came again, but this time it was in my ear. And I won't lie to you, my heart wouldn't stop beating at that moment. I swear, I felt like I was going to faint at that moment, but I couldn't find the words. The tears started flowing on their own. I kept saying, "I seek refuge in God from the accursed Satan," and I kept crying. Then I started reciting the Throne Verse. Imagine me, crying and reciting that Throne Verse until I reached the point where I started saying, "His Throne extends over the heavens and the earth." Then I heard the voice in my ear continuing the verse, and it finished and started laughing. That voice was a girl's voice. She said in my ear, "I'm Muslim, I'm Muslim, just like you." That's when I fainted. I lost consciousness. I fell unconscious. When I started to open my eyes little by little, I found myself lying down, and the voice was in my ear again. That voice was speaking in a certain way. The language was sweet, like a girl's, a bit like the way foreigners who come here are a little confused by the local dialect. Honestly, I didn't understand what she was saying very well, but I was reciting the Quran loudly, and the problem was that voice in my ear was reciting along with me. Then, for a moment, I saw myself just snoring, so I stopped and started saying loudly, "Ashraf, this is just a mirage! Be a man, man! This is just a mirage! There's no one there!" Then I heard it again, and it said, "Look at that truck coming down the road!" I actually turned around, and I saw a truck on the road. And that voice kept turning around, saying, "One, two, three... I see the truck flipped over by itself!" Honestly, the truck wasn't even going 20 riyals. The clock, how it flipped by itself, and the people of Arish would recognize that sand truck that flipped by itself. At that moment, I won't lie to you, I wished death would take me rather than be in that situation. I ran towards that truck, more terrified than its owner, to be honest. Nothing happened to the man in the truck, but I was terrified. Some cars stopped, a crowd gathered, and the driver came out. Thank God, nothing happened to me, even though I was right there with them. I wasn't there because I wanted to witness it; I was only there because I was scared. I was afraid of being left alone again. That's why I was there with them. The driver started telling people, " This boy saw everything, and the plan is clear because I was the only one who witnessed that scene." But I was so scared, I kept telling him, "I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything!" Honestly, guys At that moment, I didn't know whether to stay put or go home. I didn't know what to do. I was dizzy and remembered my mother's words to me. She used to say, " You've passed the stage of being a human being. You've reached the stage of being a... what? To insult 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 went and sat down and said, "What's the point of all this? What's the point of all this? Death is welcome. The important thing is that I have a good story to tell them in hell because I already knew that I had made a grave mistake when I read that forbidden book. So, if I die, I'll die. I'll go to hell. That's what was on my mind." I kept thinking and saying, "What can I say to make that voice come back again?" Just one person said... I swear, I didn't want to say anything more. I was silent at that moment, not knowing what to say. My voice sounded shaken, but I still asked her what she wanted. She told me not to worry, since I was the one who asked for her, she wouldn't call me by my name. Before she could finish her sentence, I interrupted her, saying, "I didn't ask for anything, just leave me alone." I kept babbling and saying things to that woman. Then I felt a sharp slap on my cheek. When I thought about that slap, my cheek hurt just by itself. I fell silent, completely silent. I didn't say another word. I just kept my head down, listening to what was going through my mind and the questions I wanted answered. She answered all of that within the limits she wanted, without me even asking. The first thing she explained was that if I hadn't been living in a fortified house (in parentheses, "brothers"), I would have found out later that my grandfather had been in possession of the house. So that no creature from that world could enter and harm us. Anyway, her cat finished her story, saying, "If that house hadn't been fortified, you would have died, and all those people who lived with you in the house would have either gone crazy, died, or gotten sick." And there are even those who were able to commit suicide. The mistake I made was that I was reading aloud. Anything I couldn't understand in the book, I was reading loudly, and that was a big mistake. Plus, the book contains spells and summoning; just by moving your lips while reading, you can summon and command the offspring of its kind, meaning the jinn. Plus, everything I was experiencing in the house, everything that was happening to me, was just threats and minor harassment, since it's difficult for them to enter my house. That's when I understood the disaster I was in. Actually, when I was reading that book, I reached a chapter about marriage and sexual relations with the jinn. And since we Arabs love two things: money and marriage, this part exactly contained both of them, and it was explained well on those white pages. That's why I kept reading them, and as usual, I was reading loudly. At that exact moment, while I was reading that part, I happened to find that Baqaa was close to me, and she was the one chosen. Since they marry a human being, like you said, we're going to marry a Swede, that's why she didn't delay me at all, that's why I entered the house so easily. Plus, she's Muslim, that's why she was able to get in. Anyway, I stayed with her at that moment, and before I could even ask questions, she was answering until I reached a point where, honestly, I started to get scared. After a while, I asked to see her, but she refused. She told me that jinn have the ability to shapeshift 40 times and that I was still young and would need my chances over time. I asked her how old she was, and she shocked me by saying 240 years old. She also told me that she's from a tribe of jinn known for their beauty, meaning they look a lot like humans, except their ears are longer than ours. But she told me Yes, when I compare her to me, I'll see her in reality. I felt comfortable with her, and that fear I had started to dissipate. I asked her, "Will you be able to provide me with whatever I want?" She laughed and told me that she was poor and Muslim and couldn't touch what is forbidden. According to what she explained to me, what is forbidden is what the jinn who are controlled or who cooperate with sorcerers do. There are some things that seem simple to us in our world, but in their world, they are considered very wealthy. You should know that the jinn are with sorcerers and fulfill their needs. They give them information, or they take people to them, or they are used for their magic in exchange for offerings and gifts, which are usually in the form of things like incense and such. These things constitute wealth in the world of the jinn. I asked about many things, but Most people didn't want to answer, especially about matters of the unseen, like when they would die, when they would work, and many other things. But she told me that she was Muslim and that only God knows the unseen. The last question I still remember asking her was whether jinn lived only in Morocco. She told me that you people are very curious, but despite that, she answered me. The gist of what she said was that the jinn were followers of our master Solomon, which is what forced them to all be Arabs. Morocco was the furthest point in that era, specifically the Atlas Mountains, where they lived. It contained the largest prison for their people. She said that the jinn were luminous creatures, and our master Solomon couldn't execute them. Morocco was there, and most of them, if one of their relatives was exiled, would commit sins and write them down so that they could live together. This is what made Morocco the country they settled in the most after the death of our master Solomon. She also said that the whole world has jinn, and each region has them according to its culture. Her behavior is so strange. Some consider them ghosts, others say they're like a black threshold that will ask you to whisper what you want in its ear, and then you'll only see yourself. Honestly, because of the intense fear I felt, I was thinking about the person I'd ask, just to disappear and never see them again. But she sensed my fear and told me that they'd most likely ask me to do something impure. I asked her how, but she seemed too shy to answer. She said things like drinking menstrual blood or doing things that, honestly, I can't even mention. I'm not lying to you, I was shocked. I just stared, unable to blink. Her last words were that she couldn't help me at all and that her jinn family was preparing to take my soul to them. Most of what she said was incomprehensible. I only asked her for one thing, just to see her, but there was no way. Listen up, guys! Our story is just getting started. I've barely begun, and what I'm about to tell you is that if I tell you, I'll only cover about 20% or 25% of it. The story is still long and has some truly terrifying and dangerous events. Everything I've told you so far is just to prepare you for what Ashraf is going through. You can't even imagine it! It's truly terrifying. That's why I'm asking you for one thing: please like this post! I want everyone to like it and get this episode to the highest number of likes so I can post part two as soon as possible. And of course, don't forget to share it with your friends too. Don't worry, guys, I'll post part two as soon as possible. This is your brother, Amin Al-Qaiti signing off. Take care!