True story, don't laugh. One day, me and my elder cousins and my younger sister, Eman, were home alone in my house, at Gujranwala. We were sipping coffee, quite bored, and half-heartedly watching a movie. Suddenly, Sana, the eldest of the present cousins, (she is now gonna be 18 years old this year in July, InshALLAH) jumped up and said, "Let's call a jinn!!!" Including Sana, there were five of us in all, Talha, going to be 16 years old in July this year InshALLAH, Ibrahim, going to be 15 this year InshALLAH, and me and my younger sister, going on 12 and 11 this year in October and December this year InshALLAH. So we agreed to it, and went up to my room to do it.
First of all, we took one of my lamps, with princess designs on it and set it in the middle of the room. And, no, we did NOT take it cause of the princess designs, we took it because of its adjustable light, which could be done thanks to a knob on the top. Then, we drew the curtains and sat down in a circle around the lamp (yes, it was on the lowest, and yes, the lights were off) while holding hands. Then Ibrahim said, "So. . . who knows how to actually call the jinn. . . cause I don't.'' We looked at each other. Uh-oh. Didn't think of that one. Then Talha jumped up. "Oh, oh, I do! I do!" Eman rolled her eyes. "Why didn't you say so, dummy?" Talha ignored her and told us what to say.
We started the chant and the curtains and windows flew open, the wind blew in. We tried to ignore this and continued our chant. Suddenly, Sana asked, "Oh, jinn, are you there?" Probably in answer, a hundred-rupee-note flew out of Sana's pocket and we all screamed and ran downstairs. The grown-ups had come home from the dinner they were attending, and asked us `What the heck is wrong
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