The Man, the Jinn, and the Dune
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Once upon a time, a man lived in a small village surrounded by dry, empty land. As water was hard to find, he often traveled to a far distant toba with a small pond, to collect it for his family. The journey was long and tiring, but he had no choice. One day, while he was filling his water pots at the toba, he felt someone watching him. Turning around, he saw a woman standing there who was strangely beautiful, with an intense gaze. She said she was a traveler and started talking to him. The man was cautious but found her company enjoyable. When he got on his camel to return home, the woman asked for a ride. She sat in front of him, and they traveled together. This became a habit. The woman would appear at the toba each time, asking for a ride. Her stories and laughter made the journey less lonely.
But one day, things changed. When it was time to leave, the woman asked to sit behind him on the camel instead. The man agreed, though he found it odd. As they rode, the air grew heavy and silent. Suddenly, the woman stopped the camel by planting her feet in the sand. The animal froze in fear. Before the man could react, she pressed her cold hands to his chest and looked at him with glowing, angry eyes. "Your heart is mine," she said in a chilling voice. "In three days, you will die." Then, she disappeared, leaving the man terrified. He returned home and told his friends what had happened. They didn't believe him at first, but his fear convinced them. He also made a strange request. "When I die," he said, "take my body to the tallest sand dune near the village. Leave it there for five minutes before burying me." His friends reluctantly agreed.
Three days later, the man was found dead in his bed. His friends, now frightened, carried out his final wish. They took his body to the sand dune at dawn. As they placed him down, an eerie silence fell.
Suddenly, terrifying sounds came from the dunes"”howls, whispers, and deep roars. The friends watched in shock as the man's body moved. His hand shot out, as if fighting something unseen. The noises grew louder, then stopped all at once. When the friends approached, they saw the man's face was calm, even victorious. Whatever had haunted him was gone. The jinn had been defeated. They buried him with respect and returned to the village, shaken by what they had witnessed.
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