Whatever it was was crushing my chest released its grip and I gasped for air. I turned around and saw my cousin approaching. The ticking noise was the metal cap of his staff hitting the cobbled path.

I stood up and as he approached me, I managed to control my heavy breathing. A part of me wanted to tell him what had just happened to me, but then I thought he would think I got scared for no reason and make fun of me, so I decided to keep quiet.

We walked back to the village. I was silent, thinking about what had just happened to me. When we got to the village, which had small alleyways, we said goodbye to each other and he went on his alley and I proceeded up another alley to go to my aunt's house. I did not get very far.

There it was again waiting for me about 30 or 40 feet away on the path I had to travel to get to my aunt's house. This time it was about 6 foot tall and the same black swirly smoky shadow. I stopped and it flew toward me fast, like it was carried by the wind. It hit my chest and disappeared and at the same instant my chest was crushed and I could not get any air past my throat.

I tried to run to my aunt's house, but after taking about 10 or 15 paces, I was completely exhausted, already tired by Round 1 with this creature. I didn't have the energy to take another step and rested my back against a wall. All the time I'm trying to breathe but my chest is crushed. My legs gave away and I slid down the wall into a sitting position with my hands on my knees and my vision started to go.

It was like turning the brightness down on a old TV: the edges of my vision went black and the picture got smaller and smaller and then the small white dot in the middle went black.

So, there I was sitting with my eyes open, but had no vision. Suddenly, my whole life went past me, from childhood to that day. It was like flicking the pages of a book with an image on each page.

That's when I thought, I'm about to die. I recited the Kalimah: "Laa ilaaha illallaahu Muhammadur rasoolullaah," Praise be to Allah. As soon as I read the Kalimah, I was released from the grip on my chest and I gasped for air. After several minutes, my vision returned and I staggered to my aunt's house, holding the walls for support, and collapsed on my bed, which was outside due to it being so hot in the summer.

I awoke the following morning and a doctor was examining me. He said I just had some type of indigestion. I had a deep fear inside me that if I told anyone I would not survive. My chest hurt a lot and I did not tell anyone about what happened. When I got back to the U.K., I started to catch glimpses of the same creature following me, but as soon as I looked, it would disappear.

At first, I tried to ignore it, but this kept on happening for about a year and I thought might be going crazy. Finally, I decided to confide in my mother about what happened to me; she was shocked to hear about it and said I was very lucky because other people had been attacked by djinn in the same place and had either died or gone mad.

This thing followed me for three years until I went to Pakistan, where I had saab done by three different people (they use date of birth and mother's name to work your taqdir). All three said that a female djinn was in love with me and one of the three gave me a taweez and a bottle of water, which he had recited Quran on. He told me to make ablution with the water when I got home to the U.K. and that the djinn would appear in a dream and I would be able to ask it questions.

He said djinn who was in love with me -- if i did not get it treated -- after my marriage, would sit in the nikkah and I would never get rid of it. Also, it would harm my wife. After wearing the taweez, I never saw it again but I never got to try the water because on the day I arrived at home, a visitor who was a little girl about three years old opened my luggage and picked up the bottle and emptied its contents over the carpet.

I think its possible that the djinn made the little girl spill the water.

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