Why did I start this blog? #3
Chapter One: It began with Demons.
She lay on the floor wide eyed, shaking.
"I'm scared.", she said to me with a quivering voice.
My wife looked at me to do something.
I had no clue on what to do.
So I did the best thing I could think of.
I grabbed my phone.
Dialled our Demon Slayer.
Ring Ring...Ring Ring
Nothing.
I desperately tried his number again.
Ring Ring...Ring Ring
Nothing.
I must have tried his number at least 10 times.
No answer.
What was I to do?
Who could I call to help us?
There was no one.
So I sat by my relative's side.
I intuitively placed my right hand upon her forehead and recited passages that I knew from the Qur'an.
I read and read. Praying that whatever was going on beneath my hand would not become worse.
I was totally out of my depth.
And after what felt like forever, my relative came back to herself.
We all felt relieved.
I guess that was my first actual taste of the Raqi life. Little did I know that in the not to distant future I would find myself in the trenches of the Dark Arts.
We managed to get some sleep that night.
In the morning our Demon Slayer called back.
'A bit too late', I thought.
I told him what was happened and we booked in another session with him.
Now what happened in that session. Well it was the first time I ever saw something like that in my life. It was both disgusting and scary all in one go. A bit like the girl from The Ring...
So call your family and friends and tell'em you love'em before I share with you what happened next.
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