how to jinn enter man?

In a quiet village nestled between ancient mountains, there lived a man named Hamza, known for his kindness and generosity. One evening, while walking home from his fields, he noticed an old, twisted tree he hadn’t seen before. Hamza, usually unshaken, felt a chill in the air that made him pause. Something about the tree called to him, an almost imperceptible whisper urging him to step closer.

As he approached, he felt a strange energy surround him, an intense pressure building in his chest. But Hamza, driven by curiosity, continued forward, until he was so close he could feel the rough bark beneath his fingers. He wasn’t aware that this ancient tree was known as a resting place for jinn, who had lived there for generations. Without knowing, Hamza was entering a realm beyond his understanding.

Later that night, Hamza felt unusually tired, as if a weight was pressing on his very soul. When he finally drifted off, he experienced dreams unlike any he had ever had—visions of distant lands, endless deserts, and dark, shadowy figures that whispered secrets in languages unknown to him. He woke up in a cold sweat, the whispers still echoing in his mind. He tried to shake off the unease, convincing himself it was just a bad dream, but the feeling lingered.

In the days that followed, Hamza began to feel something foreign within him, like another presence sharing his thoughts. He found himself feeling agitated, and sudden waves of anger would surge within him, which was unlike his usually calm nature. Friends and family noticed his change, the distant look in his eyes, and the occasional muttering under his breath. The more he resisted, the stronger the presence became.

One night, Hamza couldn’t sleep. The whispers had returned, this time louder and more insistent, speaking in a strange language that felt almost familiar. He fought to resist them, but the voice grew overpowering, and suddenly, as if losing control of his own body, he found himself moving without thought, his hands and voice not his own. The jinn had taken a place within him, using him as a vessel.

The jinn, centuries-old and displaced from its realm, was now driven by a hunger to experience the human world. In moments of control, Hamza would catch himself doing things he would never do—stealing from the market, shouting at strangers, or wandering aimlessly through the village at midnight. His family, deeply worried, called upon the village’s elder, an old woman who was known to possess great wisdom about the unseen.

The elder examined Hamza, her gaze piercing, as she observed the subtle changes in his eyes and movements. She explained to his family that Hamza had come into contact with a jinn, one of those drawn to human curiosity and trespass. “Sometimes they enter us not out of malice, but because they are lost and curious, bound to us by the weaknesses in our hearts or the shadows in our past.”

Under her guidance, they began a series of rituals designed to free Hamza. She taught him prayers and chants, ways to reclaim control over his body and mind. Over time, Hamza learned to silence the whispers, to push back against the jinn’s influence, and slowly, he felt the presence within him weaken.

On a quiet night, the elder led Hamza to the edge of the village, near the twisted tree. She instructed him to speak directly to the jinn, to release it with gratitude, acknowledging its presence but urging it to leave. As Hamza followed her words, he felt a deep weight lift from within him, like a breath of fresh air after being underwater for too long.

As dawn broke, Hamza stood by the tree, feeling like himself for the first time in weeks. He thanked the elder and returned home, forever changed. Though he knew he was free, he could still feel, in the back of his mind, the faint echo of a whisper, a reminder that the unseen world was closer than he had ever realized.