I've been an ustaz for close to ten years of my life and have seen many kinds of possession cases. This story I am about to share is about a young teenage boy who got into an motorbike accident. His leg was broken but he felt absolutely no pain. When they brought him to the hospital he was already behaving strangely. At first the doctors and his parents thought it was probably due to his body going into shock. The boy would be laughing and mumbling and just being very aggressive to the nurses tending to him.
Usually doctors who are men of science who do not believe in the supernatural but this happened in Malaysia and even though it is not openly discussed, many of us believe very much is things like djinns and other strange occurrences. That was when the doctor suggested to the parents to seek my help but as usual most sensible thinking people will not want to confront the supernatural and we rather believe in something that we can explain away. So after a few days of observation and seeing that the boy is recovering extremely fast, the doctors sent him home. That was when the haunting begun.
The boy would refuse to read the Quran and every evening during praying time he would hiss and claw at his family members. The prayers from the nearby mosque played through a speaker that can be heard around the kampong would agitate him. His parents eventually called me to come and help. Like I said, I have seen my fair share of possession cases but this one seems to be quite violent. I did not expect this cleansing ritual to be easy.
The boy was sitting in the living room when I arrived. He was just a normal teenager and did not behave in any way that would make me suspect that he had been possessed, and contrary to what others may think, we spiritual healers are not walking radars that can detect spirits or djinns around the place. All that only happens in the movies. I asked him about his accident and he told me the story that he was riding along the plantation as usual but decided to take a short cut this time as it was getting dark. The dirt road was bumpy but there wasn't any obstacles on the ground that could cause the accident. He felt something pushed him sideways off the road and he crashed into a tree with such force that his bike broke in half. He cannot recall anything after that. According to his parents, some villagers found him at the accident site walking aimlessly. The doctors found that hard to believe because his leg was twisted and broken when they saw him at the hospital.
I told him to lie down on the floor and that I would pray for him. At first the boy refused, saying that he was ok and did not need us to bother him. See the thing about djinns is that they are good pretenders. They can lie to you and make you believe what you want to believe but for us spiritual healers it is very simple. When we started reciting the quran, that's when the djinn will feel so much pain they will start to emerge. This was exactly what happened here. When I started reciting the verses the boy started to shake and growl. I needed my assistants to help me hold him down. For a skinny boy who just had an accident a week ago he needed three grown men to hold him down. You can see from the video; if I had told you his leg was broken, you wouldn't believe.
The djinn wanted to take over this boy's body and didn't want to leave. By right, the boy should have been dead from the accident but the djinn saved him and is now claiming the body for himself. So this type of possession is harder to heal because there's a danger that if I purge the djinn out the boy may fall into a coma and not wake up.
For this boy it took me many months of consistent praying and bathing with blessed water to finally purge this djinn. But you see, these beings are very old and can live for very long time. So they can leave now, but they can also wait for a good time when the boy is not careful or for a moment of weakness for the djinn to enter his body again.
Shared by Ustaz Herman
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I saw a recent submission on your page about a deceased construction worker and it sparked off a memory of my own.
I used to live in the now defunct Goodrich Park condo situated somewhere in Kovan with 3 of my university buddies. We had rented the place at a really affordable price as the condo complex was about to be torn down. Towards the last 6 months, I noticed several units had been leased to Indian and Thai construction workers. They used to gather around the pool side and have frequent drinking sessions. No one minded as the pool was hardly utilised as most of the residents had already moved out.
One night as I returned home from uni, I noticed that the police and ambulance were in my condo complex. Upon further inquiry, I came to find out that a heavily intoxicated Indian construction worker, Shekar had drowned in the condo's pool. He was found floating in the pool, face down, by a neighbour. The thought of it was really disturbing. I said a silent prayer for his soul and went my way.
Several nights after, I had arrived home at about 11pm when I decided to stop at the pool side for my usual cigarette before heading into my apartment. I sat on a deck chair while drinking a can of beer to unwind from the long day I had. My headphones were on and I was engrossed in my music and handphone while enjoying my smoke. Through the blaring music, I suddenly heard the sounds of water being splashed, like as someone had jumped into the pool. When I looked up, there was no one around and the swimming pool water was as still as the night. Assuming it was my imagination, I didn't think too much of it.
As I reached for my can of beer, I felt a sudden gust of wind and the hairs on the back of my neck stood instantly. The temperature had abruptly dropped and it was unusually chilly. It was then that I looked up and saw a lone Indian man standing at the other end of the pool area. He was staring hard at me and there was just something unusual about him. His stare made me feel as if I had done something so gravely unforgivable. I looked away as I reached out for my can of beer again. However, my beer can seemed to be missing! I searched around the deck chair and there was no sight of my beer. I looked towards the mysterious man and he too was gone! There was no way someone could have taken my beer can without me noticing in than span of a few seconds.
I started to feel scared and decided it was time to head back into my apartment. I told my housemates what had happened and we all agreed that the recently deceased Shekar was looking out for me, making sure that no one else suffered the same untimely, fatal death that he had.
Shared by Hui Shan, 29, Teacher
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