Around The City Because Of The Wrong Way

Around The City Because Of The Wrong Way

This story happened when I was in college. At that time my friend invited me to go to town S. There were 8 people who participated in the group. My group and I stayed at my friend’s brother’s house. I and the group went by car. Arriving in the city, it was still noon. We went straight to my friend’s brother’s house. After resting, praying and having lunch, I and one of my friends, just call it Ded, wanted to take a walk to know the city of S, understand that this city was still unfamiliar for us. There was a female friend who wanted to come but we forbade her.

After the evening prayer, I and Ded departed. We were both on foot, our plan was to walk for a while. Out of the house, we walked right to the port. We walked down the city streets, areas that were unfamiliar for us. When we met the traffic light, we turned right, back along the city streets. Seeing old buildings, markets, high-rise buildings, everything was the first time we saw it. After some distance we walked and met the traffic light again then we turned right again, we thought if we turn right and turn right again we would be able to go back to the original road where we left. We continued walking around the city.

It didn’t feel like we had walked for more than an hour, but we hadn’t found a place where we were going. We arrived in the city center, the town square, where many people gathered and played there. We had a rest over there while watched the crowds in the town square. After enough rest, we started walking again. We were confused about where to go, then we asked someone, “Excuse me, sir, if we want to go to‘ Paragon, where do we go? “So the man replied,” How do you go?” We answered, “we walk sir”.The man said, “Wow, it far away. Just take the bus. “We said,” Okay sir.” Then we asked another person, and the answer was the same as the first man. We were always asked how we go. We wondered how far we were from the center of the city.

Finally, we continued our journey after getting someone’s instructions. We walked again along the city streets to ‘paragon’. After half an hour we walked we finally found the road where we had left. Alhamdulillah, we were very relieved and grateful that we could return to my friend’s brother’s house. Our plan to take a walk was only half an hour, eventually becoming two and a half hours.

Escape From The Mouth Of The Tiger Enters Into The Mouth Of The Crocodile

Escape From The Mouth Of The Tiger Enters Into The Mouth Of The Crocodile

That’s about the proverbs that correspond to the events that I experienced during junior high school. The story is when I was in junior high school, I went to school by bicycle. The distance between my house and the highway is about 4 km. There were no school buses and the other that passed in front of my house at that time, so if I wanted to go to school I would walk first or take a bicycle to the highway and then proceed by a school bus or the other. If I went to school on foot I usually leave at 5 am, arrive on the highway an hour later. But if I rode a bicycle, I leave at 5.30, usually, around 20 minutes arrive on the highway.

At that time I went to school by bicycle. As usual, I left at 5.30 in the morning. I used to ride at high speed (for bicycle size). When I arrived at one corner in my way I took the wrong track, suddenly from the opposite direction, a man cycling at a high speed appeared too. I was shocked, but the distance was so close that I could do nothing more than slightly turn my bicycle. I let go and closed my eyes. And … wuuzzz … And Alhamdulillah, thank God, it turned out that I and that guy survived, we didn’t hit each other Then I looked back at the man, apparently he also saw me. We smiled relieved, happy because there was no collision. When I looked forward, it turned out that in front of me there was a ditch as wide as my front tire. So when I looked back it turned out unconsciously the speed of my bicycle was getting to the side. And this time there’s no chance for me to dodge. And … gubraakkk … the front tire of my bike entered the ditch and I was thrown forward. Both of my palms were scratched, my uniform was dirty from the ground. Alhamdulillah, luckily for me, my bike was not damaged and I was still able to continue my journey to school, even though I was holding pain and pain in my palm and dirty uniform.

So, we must always be careful on the road. Don’t forget, always obey the traffic rules and maintain courtesy on the road.

The Second Appearance Of Genie I Saw

The Second Appearance Of Genie I Saw

The second strange event occurred on the day of graduation in high school. I took a photo of one of my male friends in front of the school office. Nothing happened there. I took a photo with a manual camera. So you couldn’t see the result unless it’s printed. After the results were printed, I didn’t really pay attention to the photo. I just saved it.

When I was in college, I saw the photo in my book. At first, it was normal, but after I looked it carefully, it turned out there was something strange. On the reflection of the glass in the school office window, there was something odd. The reflection of the glass should reflect what was in front of it, but this was different. What should be reflected were pine trees and basketball courts. but the one reflected in the window panes was the two gates liked the Hindu temple with some people wearing traditional clothes. How could anyone at the graduation ceremony dress like that? Because we have to wear the same uniform, that was black and white with a scarf. Even in the performance, there was no dress like that.

I tried to recall what was actually in front of the school office, there was no gate like the results of the photo. Or was this because of a typo? But how could it be ?? Nothing wrong with the other photos excepted this one. Once again I didn’t want to bother with this strange thing. People wore kebaya and brought like offerings on an offering altar. I tried to ask my boarding friends, did they see what I saw in the photo? Or was this just my hallucinations? And it turned out they also saw the same thing. Meaned that there was something wrong with the photo. The longer I was curious the more disturbed my mind. Finally, I decided to burn the photo. The story hasn’t ended here.

A friend next to the room often experienced strange things, she asked me to pray (ruqyah) for her. I read the verses of the Qur’an to her. She felt hot in several parts of her body. Oh, maybe it meant she has indicated there was a disturbance of the genie/satan in her. She told me that she often drove her neighbours to go to shamans. Yes, some people’s trust often went to a shaman, even though it was shirk. Religion forbids us to associate Allah with anything. Actually, it was the second time I had “ruqyah” someone. The first time when ruqyah together with clerics. Okay, continue the story. When I had ruqyah to her, nothing strange happened. She just felt the heat. Strange things happened on the night. In my dream, I got a genie/satan disorder. I have tried to read the verses of the Qur’an but the genie did not want to go. Need the struggle to escape the disturbance. I had forgotten what kind of interference I was getting, but they tried to make me afraid of their existence. Finally, I decided not to continue to had a ruqyah for her. At that time I did not have the courage to continue. After that, there was no incident or nightmare to me. Well, the story may be boring because there were no creepy incidents or genie sightings… actually, there was an apparition, only white shadows in the hallway of the room. Ah maybe it was just someone wearing mukena, I thought.

To be continued…

The First Time I Met A Genie

The First Time I Met A Genie

This is my wife’s real spooky story. Satan/devil and the genie is God’s creation that we cannot see. But it’s popular with named “ghost”. They can be seen by the will of Allah, because of our fears, or because of their strength. Our fears are one source of their strength. They exist but their existence is invisible to humans. So before you begin to read these stories, say Bismillaah (with the name of Allah). And then ta’awudz: A’uudzubillaahi minasy syaithoonirrajiim (I took refuge in Allah from the accusation of the accursed devil).

This story began when I was in senior high school. There was no stranger that night, I got out of my house to wash my face & brush my teeth before taking a nap. For information, I live in a small house with 2 small bedrooms, a kitchen, a small bathroom & a little shop. And the house was only 8×6 meters in size. Yes, very small for a house in a village. I live there with my parents. In front of my house, there were a road village & rice fields. The back side of the house was a rainwater reservoir. Continue the story, I got out of the house & turn the faucet of the rainwater reservoir. My position was facing the road and there was nothing but the darkness of the rice fields. I began to brush my teeth, suddenly I looked at the road. I saw a figure in a large black and white robe standing floating with an invisible face looking at my house. I saw the figure for a few seconds, then I looked away. When I looked back at it earlier, it turned out that the figure was gone. I did not want to think about anything about the figure, I finished my toothbrush immediately and washed my face and immediately went into the house. Trying to forget what I just saw and got some sleep. Maybe just plastic that the farmer has installed to drive the birds away. Tomorrow morning, I would try to check it again.

The next morning, I tried to find out what I had seen last night. Looked around the location that was visible from where I was standing last night. there was nothing there, not even the plastic I thought the farmers had installed to drive the birds away. Completely empty… only a green expanse of rice plants. Then what did I see last night? Even though it was still early, if the farmer released the bird’s repellent, of course, I saw the rest of the installation. I didn’t want to bother thinking about this, but I was wrong… Apparently, it was the first time I saw a creature named genie. And it was the beginning of the vision of supernatural beings.

Back To The World

Back To The World

Back to Mr. Joy who was in the world of genie, he asked to be returned to his home. But it still hasn’t been approved by the genies. When the call to prayer echoed, the genies ran in fear. This happened several times, when the call to prayer echoed, the genies must have run away in fear. Then Mr. Joy knew, it turned out that the genies were disturbed by the presence of Mr. Joy in his village. The genies were so disturbed by the sound of the call to prayer, the sound of the reading “al Quran”, and other dzikir readings sung by Mr. Joy and the villagers. The genies wanted to release Mr. Joy as long as Mr. Joy wanted to stop all of his activities, namely the genies asked that there be no more adzan voices, the recitation of “al Quran”, and other dzikir readings. As a devout Muslim, of course, the requests of the genies were not granted by Mr. Joy. Every time these genies asked Mr. Joy to stop all his worship, but Mr. Joy always rejected it.

Because Mr. Joy was firm in his stance, the genies finally gave up. The genies wanted to return Mr. Joy to his house. So Mr. Joy was escorted to the exit of the genies world. When returning to the human realm, Mr. Joy came out in the bamboo forest behind his house. When he came out at his house there was a crowd, it turned out that it was the 7th day of the death of Mr. Joy, and there were still customs in the village, the event commemorating the 7th day of the death of Mr. Joy. The appearance of Mr. Joy certainly surprised the family and the villagers. Between feelings of fear, shock, curiosity, happiness mixed into one.

Didn’t Mr. Joy die 7 days ago? Then who was this? Who was buried 7 days ago who? Mr. Joy tried to convince everyone that he was still alive, still healthy as seen now. The family and the villagers were curious, who had been buried 7 days ago. They agreed to dismantle Mr. Joy’s tomb. After Mr. Joy’s tomb was dismantled, it was found that there was no human body inside, only a hoe belonging to Mr. Joy. All this time the family and villagers thought that Joy had died, it turned out that he was still alive and well. Families and villagers were glad that Mr. Joy came back to life in their midst. That day, which was planned for the 7th day of the death of Mr. Joy, was changed to a thanksgiving event for Mr. Joy.

Kidnapped by Genie

Kidnapped by Genie

On this occasion I will tell you about the incident experienced by my aunt’s grandfather-in-law, let’s call him Mr. Joy. The true story of Mr. Joy. He was a hardworking farmer. Early in the morning after the morning prayer, he had left for the rice fields. He went home for a while in the afternoon for lunch, prayers and rest, then left again for the rice fields. He was well-known as a devout Muslim, diligently worshiping, praying, reading the “Qur’an,” and other worship.

Until one day, as usual, he went to the rice fields. Coming home from the rice fields in the afternoon, he put his hoe behind the house. After that suddenly he felt that someone had brought him to a very strange place, he was left in one place. Instead of entering into his own house, but a place he had never entered into it. It was like a human settlement, but it was not clear who they were. That looks just like human traffic. Until finally it was clear to him that it turned out that they were not human, but the genie group. It turned out that he had been taken by the genie into their realm. Realizing this, he asked the genies to return him to his house, but the genies did not want to approve. So Mr. Joy lived in the world of genies for a while.

Meanwhile, at the same time, there was a furor at Mr. Joy’s house. The family found him in a lifeless condition behind the house. Of course, the family in particular and the villagers in general, felt sad to see that incident. This morning Mr. Joy was still healthy, in good health, still going to the fields, but in the afternoon he was found dead. Finally the next day the family and villagers buried Mr. Joy’s body in the village cemetery.
Then what happened to Mr. Joy next?

To be continued