Jinn Sultan in Love with Me
İdris Şahin told what happened to him in his childhood years about the jinn sultan who fell in love with him:
I was 13-14 years old at the time. One day, I went with my brother to collect firewood. As we were walking, we were taking the brushwood that we came across on the road, which were suitable for burning, and throwing them into the bag as we saw them. When I bent down, collected a bundle or two and returned to my bag, I saw that it was full. My brother was far away from me and it was impossible for him to do it. I still asked, “Brother, I’m already in front of you. It’s one thing if I’m behind you. Besides, how can I fill the big bag in such a short time?” he said.
We continued on our way. We started to collect firewood by the creek. I was hitting the dry trees with my tahra A cutting tool with an iron handle, slightly larger than a cleaver, used for pruning trees, chopping wood, etc.. But the trees around me were creaking and falling down by themselves, resembling the sound effects in horror films. It was obvious from the outside that my brother, who realised what was happening, was frightened. In fact, I was in the same situation, but I continued to collect wood as if nothing had happened so that my brother would not be more scared.
Meanwhile, my eye caught on a tree that had been dragged into the stream. I said to my brother, “Let’s get that tree out of there. If we can do that, we won’t need to collect firewood for a week.” My brother grabbed the branches of the tree and pulled it left and right, but the tree did not move even an inch. “Brother, it’s impossible. As soon as I touched the tree (I didn’t grasp it, I just touched it), the tree came out of the mud to the shore as if it was being pushed from behind by an invisible hand. Seeing this, my brother swore, “I will never come here alone with you again ….” and ran away from there. I remember involuntarily shouting after him, “Don’t tell my father what happened!”
When I finished my work and returned home, I saw that my father’s uncle had come to visit us. My father’s uncle was a strange person who was interested in the sciences of the Qawas, etc., who was rumoured to be married to a jinn, who played the tambourine and stuck his head in and out of the burning stove A ritual exhibited in some religious sects in Turkey as a show of miracles. He sat next to me. He made some gestures that I did not fully understand, recited some prayers that I did not understand, etc. Then he turned to my father and said, “A bird of fortune has landed on your head. She is a very powerful person and the sultan of his people” or something like that.
Then I learnt that he was talking about a very powerful jinn who was supposedly in love with me. My father said to his uncle, “Do what is necessary; we don’t want to use it.” They asked me my opinion. I said, “I don’t want her. Keep her away from me.” Then my father’s uncle made a square, black amulet A paper, usually written in Arabic script, rolled into a triangular shape, placed in a waterproof sheath and believed to protect the wearer, bearer or possessor from harmful influences, to bring … Continue reading. “Wear this on your right bicep. She can’t bother you anymore.” So I put that amulet on my right arm just as my father’s uncle had described.
That same night I had a strange dream in which someone was attacking me and someone who was hiding her face was protecting me but could not come near me. I said to the person hiding her face, “Show me your face and I will thank you.” She replied, “If you want to see my face and want me to come to you, wrap that amulet in a red, triangular cloth.” I did what she said when I got up in the morning. A week later, my father’s uncle came to visit us again. He saw the amulet. When he asked, “Why is the amulet like this?” I told him about the dream I had seen. He laughed. “She had the seal broken just for herself,” he said.
Another night, my brother and I fell asleep in the same room watching television. My brother was lying on the sofa bed on one wall of the room and I was lying on the other sofa bed across the room. Later on, I opened my eyes with a shudder. I don’t know; or I thought I opened my eyes… Because what I saw could have been a dream in reality. I’m still not sure about that. Anyway; a very beautiful woman entered the room. Her face was very beautiful and her gaze was full of kindness, compassion and love. She was tall enough to touch the ceiling. Next to her was a man who was shorter than her but also very tall for us. Judging from his mannerisms and behaviour, it was felt that this male was something like a bodyguard for the other.
As the woman approached, I was getting scared. Her facial expression seemed to say “Don’t be afraid”. When she was coming towards me, she was moving very slowly, as if she was trying not to scare me. I wanted to shout at my brother to wake up, but no sound came out. I could only turn to the woman and say, “I don’t want to.” That beautiful woman suddenly paused, a sad expression covered her face. She came closer to me and put a red rose on my chest. The rose rose from my chest to the ceiling and when it touched the ceiling, its petals fell on me. I felt a sense of peace. Normally it was impossible for me to sleep with that fear, but I slept soundly like a baby until the morning…
|↑1||A cutting tool with an iron handle, slightly larger than a cleaver, used for pruning trees, chopping wood, etc.|
|↑2||A ritual exhibited in some religious sects in Turkey as a show of miracles|
|↑3||A paper, usually written in Arabic script, rolled into a triangular shape, placed in a waterproof sheath and believed to protect the wearer, bearer or possessor from harmful influences, to bring favour or to save from illness, etc., and believed to contain a religious or magical power.|