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speak for the first time.
    “When I was a child, I saw The Battle of Harratain. I know no one else alive who has seen that battle.”
    “May Allah extend your life, Grandpa, and keep you well,” I said.
    “I was in my youth when the city of Yatmah drowned.”
    When someone is about to die, he remembers the past and reminds himself of death, especially when one awakens suddenly from a long sleep. That is the awakening of farewell. Mother was sure this was happening to Grandfather despite my attempts to dismiss the thought.
    “Grandpa, you need to rest. In a few days you’ll regain your health, and we can go for a pilgrimage… And…”
    Grandfather did not hear a word I said. He turned to me. “Meehal was the most chivalrous, manly, and honorable Jinni I had ever seen in my life. He asked me to take care of you and your mother just before his soul left his body, while he was in my arms.”
    Mother sobbed as Grandfather reminded her of my father, but he went on talking to me as if she wasn't there. “Meehal sacrificed himself so we can live. They wanted him to be their king, but he refused. They threatened and tortured him to give us up, but he stood to them until they killed him… Hawjan…”
    “Command me, Grandpa.”
    “Take care of your mother.”
    “Grandpa!”
    “And take care of yourself. And those kind Humans. Two Marids have been circling the house for some time now. I know what they want…”
    I wondered if he knew what had transpired between Xanam and me. Did Grandfather know of the shameful position I had put him and Mother in? Did he know that his life was in danger because of my foolish relationship with Sawsan?
    “I do not have many days to live,” he continued. “What would they gain from an old man waiting for his time? They are here for you, Hawjan! Do you remember your father?”
    Grandfather felt my face with his shaking fingers and smiled. “It is as if I see Meehal in front of me. You got everything from your father—a spitting image! You have no idea how much they’re hoping you will go back to them so they can gain back what they lost with your father. Allah gave him powers their strongest Marids would not even dream of. They want to marry you to your cousin so your father’s offspring will remain amongst them! Beware, Hawjan, of going back to them. Beware!”
    His last statement was heavier on my heart than a mountain: “I took this responsibility from your father, and today I hand it over to you, Hawjan.”
    He coughed violently, as if he were throwing out the last burdens from his chest. I lay him down in his bed gently. Mother and I did not leave. I slept next to his bed, and every time I opened my eyes I saw her gazing on his face or wiping his forehead, her tears flowing in silence.
    As I lay there waiting for the inevitable, I thought about my job. I would probably lose it due to my repeated absences. Once they had offered me a house near my workplace, far from Humans. I now wished I had accepted the offer before things had gotten so complicated.
    Grandfather did not ask me to take care of Dr. Abdulraheem’s family for nothing. I wondered what Grandfather was hiding. And who were the Marids circling the house?
     
    The house’s vibe had changed in the following days with Grandfather’s illness worsening and Doctor Abdulraheem was always preoccupied with his worries, especially with the illness of his life’s flower, Sawsan. In such circumstances, one should ascend his  trust and connection to God alone while taking real steps for a cure, and one must be aware of any impostors! Such was the dark path that Sawsan’s father had slipped into, his despair had pushed him towards hopelessness. Without any suspicion on his side, it only took him further away from God and complete trust in God’s wisdom, kindness and mercy. This only made Dr. Abdulraheem and his family an easier prey for impostors and devils.
     
    At one point a car stopped out front; it was Abu Attiyah, Dr.