The shadow of Jinn on my sister

 My name is Shabi Gul, and I’m from Karachi. My mother tells me that when we were younger, my grandfather came to Karachi for work, and later called us to join him. After a while, he decided it would be better to work abroad and convinced my mother to go. We were all very young then—three brothers and two sisters. I’m the second oldest.

Not long after my grandfather left, strange happenings began around my sister. One night, my mother saw a tall, strong man trying to enter our home. She held the door tightly to stop him, but he was too powerful and forced his way in. As he entered, he fell on my little sister, and in an instant, he disappeared into her body. My mother was terrified—how could such a large man vanish like that?

Then, my sister began to act strangely. She was often tied up with ropes, and during that time, she would kick and scream. It seemed like she was trying to fight something off. My mother tried to help her, but my sister felt incredibly heavy, as if my mother were lifting that tall man instead. Terrified, she called my grandfather in Dubai to explain everything.

The next morning, her calls ended, but our neighbors, who lived just a wall away, didn’t believe her. Back then, their washroom and kitchen were close enough that we could easily hear each other. They sold things, and often, kids from our house would go to theirs.

One night around 3 or 3:30 AM, my neighbor woke up to see three children standing in our house. Assuming they were just kids looking for something, he asked what they wanted. When he touched one of their heads, he realized their hair felt sharp and strange. Suddenly, the kids walked into our kitchen and began making noise, causing my sister to scream.

The next day, my neighbor asked my mother why my sister had been screaming. She explained it was just something she often did at night. They talked about how my sister had been restless and would hit her feet hard on the ground while crying, often hurting herself.

My grandfather returned and sought treatment for her. One time, while taking her to a healer, my sister joked that she knew they were taking her for a special treatment, and she laughed about it.

Later, my sister saw a long mango tree near our street with an abandoned house nearby, and claimed she felt like someone was pulling her from her dress. Our family continued to treat her, and after a long time, she became normal again, but she still retained a stubborn and angry side.