Imran Baba gripped his prayer beads and closed his eyes. A heavy, unnatural silence descended upon the room—the kind of silence that rings in your ears. My wife and younger sister, who had been trembling with terror just moments ago, suddenly became still and rigid, as if an invisible veil had been cast over them.
The Attack of the Malignance
A few minutes passed before a strange scratching sound began to emanate from the walls. It sounded like something was clawing at the plaster with jagged nails. As Imran Baba began to recite in a loud, commanding voice, the temperature in the room plummeted. I could see my own breath misting in the air, as if we were standing in the dead of winter.
Suddenly, a voice erupted from my younger sister—but it wasn't hers. It was a deep, guttural, masculine snarl that rattled the windows:
"Leave her, Imran! She is our prey. Shah is gone, and now there is no one left to save you!"
Imran Baba's Response
Imran Baba opened his eyes, which now burned with a fierce, divine intensity (Jalaal). Without a hint of fear, he looked toward the unseen entity and spoke: "Shah may have departed, but the Lord of the Shah is Eternal. You once tried to haunt the walls of my home to terrify me, but I am no longer that same Imran."
He picked up a bowl of water and recited a powerful invocation over it. The moment he flicked the water toward the corners of the room, a bone-chilling shriek tore through the air. The sound was so agonizing it made my heart sink. It felt as though the very air was purging a dark, suffocating impurity.
A New Circle of Protection
Imran Baba gestured for the three of us to move closer and traced an invisible line around us with his finger. He explained that this was a Hisaar (a spiritual circle of protection) that would guard us. He looked me directly in the eye and gave me three commands:
Cast away fear: Your terror is the fuel they feed upon.
Maintain faith: This battle is no longer yours alone; it is mine as well.
Discipline in prayer: You must complete the spiritual tasks (Wazaif) exactly as I prescribe.
As the night began to fade, I noticed something for the first time in months: the deathly pallor on my family's faces was starting to lift. However, as we prepared to leave, Imran Baba left me with a chilling thought:
"This is only the beginning. The web they have woven around your family is decades old. We must find the root of this ancient malice
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