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*Originally posted by sweetpie: *
Well, regarding jinn they say that if you appear afraid of them, they will try to kill you. However, if you remain steadfast and strong like my great-grandmother did during her encounter with the jinn, they won't bother you again. My mom said that even after that incident, my great-grandmother continued taking the same secluded route to and from the village and apparently the jinn never disturbed her again. I wish I was as fearless of these unknown entities.
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My understanding is that there are good jinn and bad jinn just like humans. I think it's insulting to say "jinns will kill you if you appear afraid of them." Such stereotyping sickens me.
I remember a story my Dad used to tell us, when we were little, it was to make us see, there isn't that much to be afraid of. Things arent'always what they seem.
His story (don't remember all details):
In the beginning of his teen years, my Dad used to go to a neighbouring village or town, I don't know, with some friends. Often they would return home late in dark. And their road was mostly through forests.
One day, while going home, they saw something on the road ahead of them. They coudn't clearly see what it was, but it looked like some ghost or something. They were all frightened, until they decided to just go ahead and see what it was. Because they coudln't stand all night outside. So when they reached it, ti turned out to be a fallen tree. Nothing to be scared about at all after all....
i’ve herad a lot of stories almost half of which are 1st or 2nd person narratives. the one that i believe the most to be true is about my dad’s maternal grandfather. he was a religious scholar and ran a school many years ago in some small town in India before Pakistan was created. In the area that he lived in, there was this ancient and abandoned mosque which a few village/town people decided to repair and reactivate. these ppl used to work there night and day and my great grand dad used to stay there till late at night. now the distances used to be pretty wide in those days, especially for people on foot, so one night as he was returning from the mosque all alone and tired, suddenly a bearded and nice old man appeared near him and asked him addressing him by his name “Saeed Ahmed” (may he be blessed), where he was going and if he was tired? My great grandad told him he was going home and that he was quite tired. after this, as ive heard from my father, when he opened his eyes right after the next blink he was standing in the frontyard of his home, which was still miles away from where the old man had met him!
I have heard the same exact thing from my grandma. And yeah, the monkey did the flip flops in her story too( :-p ) This story is anything but scary. The first time she narrated the thing to me and my cousins, I was scared, but that was long ago. Now the story makes me laugh.