Story -, Moons Peak [FINISHED]- Swear Allegiance (chapter 27)

Sitting in the visitor's lounge, with my hands cupped around a foam
cup of coffee, I waited for what seemed like forever when I spotted
Dr. Levvy as he strolled in with his green scrubs. Hisdark green eyes
sought out the room as they settled back on his clipboard.
"Mrs. Heins?" he read off a clipboard.
I sat there for a little while longer, frowning as he repeated the
name.My head snapped up a second too late, realizing I'd put my last
name as Satchel's family name. I gulped the stodgy coffee down, and
discarded the cup into the wastebasket.
"That's me." I raised my hand, as his eyes settled on me with a nod.
He gestured for me to followhim to the back, and into his office.
Yawning, I trudged over to Dr. Levvy, rubbing my eyes in the process.
"Howis he?" I asked, though I had trouble keeping my voice from
trembling. I tried not to think about the way Satchel's wolf form had
looked in the woods, lying desolate on the ground, as if he'd given
up. But the memory was so vivid, I had to blink a couple of times to
make sure I was still in the waiting room in a hospital. I searched
Dr. Levvy's face for answers, but the look on his face made me think
he was going to give me the wrong one.
His tight lipped smile spoke louder than words,and the impending truth
I was trying desperately to avoid, was nearing its end. I was afraid I
was going to hurl my coffee all over his shoes from the bad news.
"It doesn't look so good. Here, have a seat." He urged me to sit, as
he took a seat in his swivel chair, but I shook my head. I'd been
sitting for almost twenty two hours,I don't think I could handle a
minute more.
"I'm perfectly fine standing, what's wrong. Is he going to be okay?"
Iasked, more focused on his hands than I was withhis expression. I
couldn't seem to look in his eyes for fear of seeing the mark of pity.
His hesitation spoke louder than words, and I had a hard time
regaining my composure.I squeezed my eyes shut briefly, and heaved in
an exaggerated breath, onlyto pin them back on him moments later.
"Tell me," I pleaded. The intensity of his stare made me think he
hadn't heard me, but then his face changed, and he cleared his throat.
"Please, just tell me," I whispered, my voice quivering a little.
With another gesture, he gestured for me to sit, so I reluctantly
complied. Myarms sought comfort around myself, I had to force myself
to suck in a couple of breaths. I swallowed, feeling a lot smaller
than I'd felt before I came in. I let my eyes roam the walls of the
office, trying to focus on the high level certificates plastered all
over it, trying to focus onsomething other than thenews I was about to
get. Isilently prayed, that if there was a God somewhere up there,
that maybe he'd give me an answer I wanted to hear, because hearing
Satchel is dead was not an option.
"He's suffered multiple blows to the head, stomach and foreleg,
causing a clot in the mainartery in the cerebral cortex and internal
bleeding just under the pelvis. We found several fractures on his
vertebrae, as well as a huge amount of blood loss from his foreleg.
We've had to rush him into theatre twice now."
My heart constricted, feeling an achy pain simmer to the surface. "Dr.
Levvy, I just need to know if he's okay?"
He nodded, and his smile turned genuine. A little hope filtered
through meat that little gesture, but Ididn't want to get my hopes up
too early. My eyes instinctively closed, silently awaiting his final
speech.
Abruptly, I felt warm hands on my shoulder, and my eyes jolted open.
Dr. Levvy's forest green eyes met mine, and I had a moment of clarity,
as henodded. "The bad news is: he's in a coma…the good news is, he's
still breathing."
A long awaited breath dispersed out of my lips, at his last statement.
He was still breathing. Thosewords alone were music to my ears.
"For how long?" I asked amoment later.
His face took on a new expression, and that feeling lodged in the back
of my throat was back again.
He kicked his legs backward, making his swivel chair roll away from
me, as he swung it left under his desk to retrieve a clipboard. "We're
not entirely sure how long. It could take days, weeks, months even
years."
"Years?" I breathed.
He nodded, typing in his computer, and the whirring of the printer
sounded seconds later. "As I said, we're not sure, but we're doing
everything we can to bring him back to awareness." He scribbled
something at the bottom left hand corner of the small paper and handed
it to me. I frowned, looking down at the undecipherable scribbles that
Dr. Levvy had marked on the paper. I could just make out the word
Tylenol, and Benadryl. I looked up at him with my eyebrows raised in
question.
"For you, to help you sleep."
My facial expression belied my thoughts. I wastired to the point of
restlessness, but I couldn't sleep until I saw him with my own eyes.
"May I see him?"
"Sure, come with me." I followed him through two lengthened corridors,
stuffing the prescription into my backpocket, and keeping my eyes on
the path in front of me. The fluorescent glare from the lights above
reflected off the white floors, and the squeak of shoes meeting the
linoleum sounded as we passed doctors, and patients lurking the halls.
"So, how long have you been married?"
I snapped my attention back over at Dr. Levvy and frowned. "Excuse me?"
He smiled. "You and the patient. You must be newly weds, considering
your age, Mrs. Heins."
I blinked, liking the fuzzy feeling I got at the title. I smiled,
recognition flaring on my face. "Oh, yeah, you can say that."
"Congratulations."
"Yeah," I muttered lightly, hating the fact that I was lying. Of
course, I couldn't exactly go back on my lie now that I'd been only
seconds away from seeing Satchel, but it still felt wrong to lie like
this.
We halted from a pair of swinging doors, as he opened it half way for
me to go in. "Just through those doors. Remember, he's still breathing
so he can hear you."
I gave him one last appreciative glance, and smiled. "Thanks, Dr. Levvy."
I pushed open the doubledoors, leaving Dr. Levvy out in the hallway.
Not even seconds later, I was hyperventilating when my eyes settled on
the figure lying peacefully onthe gurney. Tears prickedthe corner of
my eyes as Itook him in, and I was fighting the urge to spill them
when I saw wires attached to his mouth, his nose and practically
sprawling out all over hisbody as if he'd been covered in spaghetti.
He was no longer in his wolfform, and I silently wondered at what
point of his trip into the hospital had he gone through his
transition, and what or rather whom had been there to witness it.
Especially sincethey'd had a call out for ainjured animal, not a
injured human. Satchel.
He looked paler than I'd ever seen him, and smaller now that he was
lying down with his eyes closed. His hair stark and smoothed out over
the white expanse of the hospital pillows, and his chest bare save for
the spaghetti wires that sprouted out every this way and that. I
wanted to curl up beside him, and protect him from anything that posed
a threat to him. The instantneed to protect him was more out of
instinct than out of compassion, though there was a lot ofthe latter
that my human self had conjured up in the last few minutes I'd been
staring at him. I realized I hadn't gained afoot closer to him,
neither had I been breathing. The thought of losing him like
this—inthis unnatural state, made my inner wolf scream to be loose, so
it can howl out in sorrow.
Especially when I witnessed his left leg. It had been amputated from
the shinbone down,and it had been bandaged to the point ofno
recognition.
My eyes leaking as I reached to touch his face.He was so cold, so
alone, so peaceful.
I fought for control, but I was slowly losing the battle. The machine
to my left reminded me thathis heart was still pumping, but judging
from the pace of the beeping noise, it didn't sound so good. Letting
my hands roam the contours of his face, I felt his stubble over his
chin, realizing that I'd never recognized it before. He must've
groomed often, since he never had it before when I'd been with him. I
thought of all the times I'd had encountered him, and the first day
I'd arrived inDenvers Drove. The distant memory of his kisses, and
that one nightI'd spent with him when he'd suffered small bites of
hypothermia. The piercing glow of his light green eyes, and the
scentthat lingered in his skin. Iremembered it all, and I couldn't
believe that all of those memories could be just that: memories.
"Satchel…I..." My throat caught, and I swallowed, trying to convey a
simple message that would let him hear me. My inner wolf threatening
to howlout in sorrow, but I contained it. Though, there was no holding
back my tears, and his figure blurred for too long before the next
seeped out. Running my fingers down his arms, I squeezed his hands.
What used to be a simple gesture to say, "I'm still here", turned out
to be a pleading question "Are you still here?"
I squeezed again, and three times for good luck, but I got the same
response. Nothing.
"Squeeze my hand if you could hear me?" I whispered in his ear,
running my other hand over his hair. It was longer than I remembered,
even the way his eyelashes teased the top of his cheekbones, made it
seem like they were thicker. My eyes flickered toward his hands to see
any life in them, but nothing. His hands swallowed mine whole, but the
only movement was coming from me.
"Anything, just to know you're okay?" I pleaded, but the only voice
that bounced back was the beep of the machine.
Bursting into tears, I tookhis hand and placed it to my lips to kiss
it. My silentprayers drowning my thoughts, and my tears making a pool
out of my face.
My eyes raked over his body, landing at the missing part of his left
leg, and I cried harder. Sniffing uncontrollably every time he didn't
respond.
I must've been there for hours now, just holding his hand. Waiting for
thatlittle sign that said he was alive. Sure, the machine was still
beeping, but I could barely hear a pulse that assured me that he was
still here.
Night time had come, and a doctor had informed me that I could rest up
in the visitors lounge, eat something at least, but I refused to leave
his side. I'd even been told that visitors weren't allowed privileges
of staying overnight, but Dr. Levvy pulled some strings, and though he
couldn't provide me with a bed, he allowed me to stay be his side.
I couldn't leave him like that. I wouldn't.
I crawled onto the gurney, and lay beside him. Though the gurney
lacked sleeping space for two, I maneuvered myself so I could fit,
careful not to disturb anywires that hooked him tothe machine. Lying
downin the crook of his arm, I burrowed my head into his warmth trying
to inhale as much of his scent as I could, trying to determine if his
heart was still beating on its own. Barely, I silently thought.
The drone of the beepingsound clouded my ears, praying that he'd wake
up. Begging that he'd wake up. I'd always cherished the feeling I had
when I woke up nextto Satchel, to his sweet caresses. But as I woke
up, there was no caressesfrom his hands, no sweet murmurs of his
promises. Just the beeping sound of a machine, which was the thin line
holding him between life and death.
***
Several weeks passed and still no sign of Satchel's recovery, but
while his condition had altered the way I thought, and how life as
Iknew it, seemed impossible to carry on, I couldn't let myself wallow.
For Derryn's sake.
I'd put up a front to please her, and try act like Satchel's recovery
was imminent, instead ofthe hollow thought of hisimpending death that
threatened to drown me.Derryn kept my optimisticviews in tact. Her
light smiles, and hard work ethic reminded me too much of Satchel, but
I hidmy feelings.
Over the weeks, we'd spread Mrs. Heins ashes over the stream just
inches from the willow tree, saving half of it for Satchel to do as he
pleased...when he woke up.
I cursed when a light sting fired up my leg as I hauled a bunch of
sticks toward the backyard of my fathers estate.
"Stupid trees!" I exclaimed, kicking the wooden branches that would
later serve as a warm blanket to warn off the remnants of winter, as
it made its everlasting mark on our estate. Spring was due, and though
there was evidence of melted snow,the air still felt crisp and cold.
Derryn sidled up beside me, bending down to retrieve the stack of
branches I'd dropped on my foot.
"You know, it'll help if you tied a flax around the bunch, that way
you can carry it by the string."
I watched her tie a strip of flax around a bunch ofstick branches, and
madean extra loop at the top to compensate for a handle. I marveled at
her work and brains, raising my eyebrows at her.
"How old are you again?"
Her head perked up. "Seven and a half," she said triumphantly.
"Hmm…could've fooled me." I kneeled beside her, making identical knots
around each pile ofbranches, hauling one in each hand, while leaving
Derryn to carry the small piles.
The light breeze swept my bangs to the side, andI could just make out
a faint smell of pine in the air. I looked to Derryn, watching her
small ringlets bounced as we made our way back to the estate. "You
know, this is kind of therapeuticworking in the woods. You guys make a
living out of this stuff?"
Derryn nodded. "Of course, it's the only way we know how to survive."
I smirked, hiking up the bunch of branches in my right hand because
they were slipping out of my grasp. The sound of our boots crunching
in the gravel, kicking up left over snow that had turned brown from
the rain. "See, I'm almost convinced you have a thirty year old soul."
Derryn giggled, clutchingthe branches with two hands. "That's what
mama always says," she breathed, as if she were out of breath.
We stacked the pile of branches with the rest of them out the back of
my late fathers estate, and kicked our boots off to grab a couple of
drinks.
I had to remind myself to write down a shopping list, because our
winter storage was running low,and I still had to think about what I
was going to do about the Heins manor. I hadn't had time to clean it
up, so it was still in its messy state since Mrs. Heins death.
Although, I had to thank Satchel for taking care of Sheeba's wolf
body, storing it in a big freezer down in his basement. Hestressed her
wolf pack—or what was left of them, would be back to claim her, and
give hera proper burial.
"Willy, when do you think he'd wake up?"
I jumped at the sound of Derryn's sing song voice, forgetting I'd had
her as company, and sighed, making my breath form foamy white clouds
in the air.
Shrugging, I knelt down to avoid her stare. Her light green eyes that
regarded me expectantly made the unknown answers that I was about to
let free, feel like I was suffocating. I didn't have that answer, and
I didn't want to blind her with hopeful promises.
So I said the most convincing truth I believed. "Hopefully, soon."
I handed her a cup of hotcocoa, as we both sat on the steps in the backyard.
She smiled, and squeezedmy hands. "I wish he was here right now. He'd
be faster at getting our wood."
I laughed, eyeing the three piles of branches, and a loose pile of
wood near the door. "Me too." And I really meant it. We finished off
our cocoa's, and the smell of burnt pine lingered in the air, causing
a tingle to my nose. The instant goosebumps crawling upmy arms sent me
on high alert. Derryn's eyes had changed too, and as if she could
smell it too, shesniffed the air.
"Derryn, get in the house."
She bolted upright, and sprang toward the door. "Lock the doors, and
close all the windows." The sound of her footfallspounded around the
house, as she slammed each door, and windows.
The smell was stronger, and I stood up in a fighters stance, scanning
the pine trees for any trouble, grabbing for the shot gun my father
had stored in his estate. I'd practiced how to use it over the weeks
Satchel lay idle in his bed, but I was still a little off when it came
to shooting a bulls eye.
There, on the right. I could just made out movement to the right, as
leaves rustled in the distance. I poised the shot gun in the air,
tryingto level it out toward the target.
"Don't shoot."
I squinted to see if I couldget a better look, and frowned when a
familiar half naked boy came bustling through the forest, with his
hands in the air in surrender. The tousled brown hair, and the taut
muscles on his chest made him look older, but his big yellow eyes made
my honey ones narrow in suspicion,when I knew who it was. It was
Cairo—the brown wolf that had not only attacked me—but forced Derryn
into a wolf, and marked her as his.
I glared. "Step any closer,and my trigger hand will slip."
He paused in his tracks, as a leather animals skin flapped at his
waist covering what modesty he had left. I still couldn't see the
resemblance to Sheeba, or Trench, wondering how it was they were
related at all, let alone being Sheeba's twin brother.
Then the weirdest thing happened, as a few otherboys stepped out
behind him as I noticed twenty odd faces materialize outof the brush.
All dressed in different animal skin to cover below their waist, and
each of them kneeling down on one knee, and pounding theirfists into
the gravel making the leaves and birds shudder from the treetops.
"We're here to swear allegiance to our Alpha, and to protect our Alpha
female and the kid."
"You're what?" I breathed, slightly lowering the shotgun in my hand.
Cairo was on his knees, his head down but his eyes looking up to me.
"We're here to swear ourallegiance to you and ourAlpha—Black wolf."
I stood glued to my spot, as each pair of eyes stared up at me with
hopeful gazes. Different greens, and blues and every color in between
stared back at me, still kneeling in a line, as if they protected us
from the many mysterious the forest had to threaten me. Derryn had
come out to witness it all, and her eyes were just as wide.
"What are they waiting for?" Derryn whispered to me, and I shook my
head, blinking again at the sight of them. I gnawed on my bottom lips,
astonished and baffled at the same time.
A few cleared their throats, coughed and some didn't move at all. Just
their eyes staring, and waiting for something.
"Umm…you guys are a pack?" It was the stupidest thing that cameout of
my mouth, but I was so overwhelmed, it was the only thing that managed
to escape my lips.
Cairo smirked, and nodded once. "To serve you, and our Alpha,
BlackWolf." He frowned abruptly. "Which by the why, I haven't seen
yet. Where is he?"
"He's…" I scratched the back of my head, wondering if I should
tellthem that he was at the hospital. The mere though crossed my mind,
but maybe telling them was a bad idea? There was a lot of males lined
out of the backyard, but we were the only females. And knowing Satchel
wasn't here, who knows what they would do to us, even if just minutes
ago they'd sworn allegiance to protect us. What if they only said it
because they thought Satchel was here? What if knowing Satchel in his
vulnerable state, they wouldn't feel so threatened any more and start
attacking us?
"Well?"
"He's…"
"Right here."
I blinked, whipping my head around at the familiar husky croon that
I'd been praying to hear since that night in the forest, and my eyes
had to blink a couple of timesto see Satchel, with Derryn on his right
side, and a wooden cane with intricate designs carved into it, on the
left. He hada slight limp to him, but he looked older. His dark hair
slicked back into a ponytail, a white shirt underneath a pair of crisp
ironed slacks with black suspenders, both matching his beige
pinstriped fedora he wore on his head.
His green eyes as brilliantas I remembered them, that caught the
overhangof the sun, peering through a slit of gloomy clouds. He caught
sight ofme, in a pair of steel capsthat were way too big onme, and old
worn out overalls that was coveredin soot, mud and pine when Derryn
and I had been salvaging for wood.
I felt self conscious underhis scrutiny, feeling like adollar bill
beside his million bucks of good looks. He must have thought I looked
disgusting, as I noticed grit and grime buried in my chipped nails. I
ran a hand over my hair, as a trail of pine showered in tow, blushing
under his gaze. I hadn't seen him inalmost three months, andseeing him
now, made my heart thrum violently in my chest. Surely I was dreaming,
I had to be, because the last time I'd heard Satchel, he was lying in
a coma.
"Derryn, I'm dreaming aren't I?"
"No," she said, smiling like the sun shone in her eyes. I had a hard
time breathing, let alone smiling.
"Pinch me," I heard myself say.
I flinched under the tiny jolt of pain that stung on my arm where
Derryn had pinched me, squeezing my eyes shut again for emphasis. When
I opened them, Satchel was right in frontof me, the smell of faint
pine and gum, and pure Satchel wafting though my nose. A smell I'd
missed for too long.
He grabbed for my hands, rubbing at the calluses that had formed on
the inside of my palms. "Surely I'm the one dreaming, because the
Willy I knew would never get her hands dirty."
I smiled, my face heating up at the gentle touch of his hands. They
were smooth as silk, with no blemishes, or visible calluses of years
working on the estate.
Grimacing, I turned my hands over, flicking dirt out of my nails.
"Yeah, they're kind of disgustingat the moment. If I knew you were
coming, I would've cleaned up to make myself presentable."
He shrugged, a sly smirk teasing his lips. "I don't know, I kind of
like the way you look right now."The hypnotic low voice was
refreshing. I'd missed his voice. He brushed a stray hair out of my
face, sweeping it over my ears. "You smell like the forest," he
murmured.
"You smell awake...err..." I blushed, "I mean, you'reawake," I stammered.
We turned to the awkward coughing coming from behind. I had completely
forgottenwhere we were. I watched Satchel's eyebrows frown. "What'sall
this?" He gestured toward Cairo and the lineof males that were still
kneeling before us, moving in front of Derrynand me, to ward off any
threats.
Cairo spoke up, "We're here to swear our allegiance to you, Alpha."

Jinn, witchcraft ,,evil eye -, Is it possible for the jinn to kidnap a human being?.

[Manaar al-Sabeel, 2/88. The story of the kidnapped man was reported
by al-Bayhaqi (7/445-446) and its isnaad was classed as saheeh by
al-Albaani in al-Irwaa', 6/150, no. 1709
Shaykh 'Abd-Allaah ibn Jibreen]
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I have heard many stories about the jinn kidnapping human beings. I
read a story which said that a man ofthe Ansaar (may Allaah be pleased
with him) went out to pray 'Ishaa' and the jinn took him prisoner and
he was lost for years. Is this possible – I mean that the jinn could
kidnap a human being?
Praise be to Allaah.
With regard to the question of possibility, itis possible, but it is
very rare. Shaykh 'Abd-Allaah ibn Jibreen (may Allaah preserve him)
answered this question as follows:
That is possible. It is well known that Sa'd ibn 'Ubaadah was killed
by the jinn when he urinated in a hole in which was their dwelling
place, and they said, "We have killed theleader of Khazraj Sa'd ibn
'Ubaadah; we struck him with an arrow and we did not miss his heart."
At the time of 'Umar, a man was kidnapped by the jinn and stayed with
them for four years, thenhe came back and told the people that some
mushrik jinn had kidnapped him, and he stayed with them as a prisoner,
then some Muslim jinn launched a campaign against them and defeated
them, and brought him back to his family. This was mentioned in Manaar
al-Sabeel and elsewhere.
(See Manaar al-Sabeel, 2/88. The story of the kidnapped man was
reported by al-Bayhaqi (7/445-446) and its isnaad was classed as
saheeh by al-Albaani in al-Irwaa', 6/150, no. 1709).

Jinn, witchcraft ,,evil eye -, How to deal with sihr (magic/witchcraft) .

What is the way to deal with sihr (magic/witchcraft)?
Praise be to Allaah.
Whoever is affected by sihr should not treat it with sihr, because
evil cannot be removed by evil, and kufr cannot be removed by kufr.
Evil is removed by good. Hencewhen the Prophet (peace and blessings of
Allaah be upon him) wasasked about al-nushrah (treating sihr with
sihr), he said: "This is the workof the Shaytaan." Nushrah means
removing sihr from a person who has been affected by it by using more
sihr. But if it is treated by means of the Qur'aan and permissible
medicines or good ruqyahs, there is nothing wrong with that, but
treating it with sihr is not permitted, as previously stated, because
sihr means worshipping the shayaateen (devils). The saahir (magician,
practitioner of witchcraft) does sihr or learns sihr only after
worshipping and serving the shayaateen, and drawing close to them by
means of the things that they like. After that, they teach him the
means of sihr. But, praise be to Allaah, there is no reason why the
person who has been affected by sihr should not be treated bymeans of
reciting Qur'aan and the prayers for refuge with Allaah that are
prescribed in sharee'ah, and permissible medicines, just as patients
with all kinds of sicknesses are treated by doctors. The patient does
not necessarily recover, because not every sick person does recover. A
sick patient might be treated and then recoverif his appointed time
(of death) has not yet arrived, or he may not recover and may die from
this sickness, even though he may be been seen by the most skilled
physicians and knowledgeable doctors. When the appointed time of death
comes, no medicine or treatment will be of any avail, because Allaah
says (interpretation of the meaning):
"And Allaah grants respite to none when hisappointed time (death) comes"
[al-Munaafiqoon 63:11]
Medical treatment is of benefit when the appointed time has not yet
come, and Allaah decrees that His slave should be healed. The same
applies in the case of one who has been affected by sihr; Allaah may
decree that he should recover, or He may not decree that, as atest and
a trial, or for other reasons which are known to Allaah. Among those
reasons may be the fact that the one who is treating him doesnot have
the right treatment for this problem. It was narratedin a saheeh
report that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him)
said: "For every disease there is a medicine, and if that medicine is
applied to the disease, he will recover by Allaah's Leave." And he
(peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: "Allaah has not sent
down any disease but Hehas also sent down the cure; the one who knows
it knows it and the one who does not know it does not know it."
Among the treatments prescribed in sharee'ah is the treatment of sihr
with recitation of the Qur'aan. The greatest soorah in the Qur'aan,
which is al-Faatihah, should be recited over the person who has been
affected by sihr. This should be repeated several times. If it is
recited by a believing, righteous reader who knows that everything
issubject to the will and decree of Allaah, that Allaah is in control
of all things, that when He says to a thing 'Be!' it is, if the
reciting is based on faith, taqwa and sincerity, and is repeated
several times, then the sihr may be removed and the personmay recover
by Allaah's Leave. Some of the Sahaabah (may Allaah bepleased with
them) passed by some Bedouins whose shaykh,i.e., their leader, had
been bitten. They had done everything they could but he had not gotten
better. They said to one of the Sahaabah, "Is there any raaqi (one who
performs ruqyah) among you?" They said, "Yes." So one of them recited
Soorat al-Faatihah over him, and he immediately got up full of energy
as if nothing had happened; Allaah healed him of the ill-effects of
that snakebite. The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon
him) said: "There is nothing wrong with ruqyah so long as it does not
involve shirk." He (peaceand blessings of Allaah be upon him)
performedruqyah and had it performed for him. There is a lot of good
in ruqyah, and a great dealof benefit. Al-Faatihah, Aayat al-Kursiy,
"Qul Huwa Allaahu Ahad", al-Mi'wadhatayn and other aayahs may be
recited over the person who has been affected by sihr, as well as good
du'aa's narrated in the ahaadeeth from the Prophet (peace and
blessings of Allaah be upon him), such as the du'aa' he said when he
performed ruqyah for a sick person and said, "Allaahumma Rabb al-naas,
adhhib il-ba's, washfi anta al-Shaafi laashifaa'a illa shifaa'uka
shifaa'an laa yughaadir saqaman (O Allaah, Lord of mankind, remove the
harm and heal him, for You are the Healer and there is no healing
except Your healing, with a healing which does not leave any disease
behind)." This may be repeated three times or more. And it was also
narrated from him (peace and blessingsof Allaah be upon him) that
Jibreel (peace be upon him) performed ruqyah for him and said three
times: "Bismillaah arqeeka min kulli shay'inyu'dheeka, wa min sharri
kulli nafsin aw 'aynin haasid Allaah yashfeek, bismillaah arqeek (In
the name of Allaah I perform ruqyah for you, from every thing that is
harming you, from the evil of every soul or envious eye may Allaah
heal you, in the name of Allaah I perform ruqyah for you)." This is a
great ruqyah which was narrated in a saheeh hadeeth from the Prophet
(peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him). It is prescribed to
perform ruqyah for the one who has been bitten or stung,and the one
who has been affected by sihr, and the one who is sick. There is
nothing wrong with performing ruqyah for one who is sick or has been
affected by sihror bitten or stung, by reciting good du'aa's, even if
they were not transmitted from the Prophet (peace and blessings of
Allaah be upon him), so long as they do not contain anything that is
haraam, because of the general meaning of the hadeeth of the Prophet
(peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him): "There is nothing wrong
with ruqyah so long as it doesnot involve shirk."
Allaah may heal the sick person and the person affected by sihr, and
others, without any ruqyah and without any action on the part of other
people, because He is Able to do all things, and He is Wise in all
that He does. Allaah says in His Holy Book:
"Verily, His Command, when He intends a thing,is only that He says to
it, 'Be!' and it is!"[Yaa-Seen 36:82]
To Him be praise and thanks for all that He wills and decrees, for He
is wise in all that He does.
The sick person may not be healed if his appointed time has come and
it is decreed that he should die from this disease. Among the things
that may be used in ruqyah are the verses which speak of sihr, which
may be recited into water. These are theverses about sihr in Soorat
al-A'raaf, where Allaah says (interpretation of the meaning):
"And We revealed to Moosa (saying): 'Throw your stick,' and behold! It
swallowed up straight away all the falsehood which they showed.
Thus truth was confirmed, and all that they did was made of noeffect.
So they were defeated there and returned disgraced
[al-A'raaf 7:117-119]
And in Soorat Yoonus (interpretation of the meaning):
"And Pharaoh said: 'Bring me every well-versed sorcerer.'
And when the sorcerers came, Moosa said to them: 'Cast down what you
want to cast!'
Then when they had castdown, Moosa said: 'Whatyou have brought is
sorcery, Allaah will surelymake it of no effect. Verily, Allaah does
not set right the work of Al-Mufsidoon.
And Allaah will establish and make apparent the truth by His Words,
however much the Mujrimoon may hate (it).'"
[Yoonus 10:79-82]
And in Soorat Ta-Ha (interpretation of the meaning):
"They said: 'O Moosa! Either you throw first or we be the first to throw?'
Moosa said: 'Nay, throw you (first)!' Then behold!their ropes and
their sticks, by their magic, appeared to him as though they moved
fast.
So Moosa conceived fearin himself.
We (Allaah) said: 'Fear not! Surely, you will have the upper hand.
And throw that which is in your right hand! It will swallow up that
which they have made. That which they have made is only a magician's
trick, and the magician will never be successful, to whatever amount
(of skill) he may attain.'"
[Ta-Ha 20:65-69]
These aayahs are amongthe things by which Allaah causes the
ruqyahagainst sihr to be beneficial. If the qaari' (reader) recites
these verses into water, and also reads Soorat al-Faatiha, Aayat
al-Kursiy, "Qul Huwa Allaahu Ahad", and al-Mi'wadhatayn into the
water, then pours it over the person who he thinks has been affected
by sihr or is being prevented by magic from having intercourse with
his wife, then he will be healed by Allaah'sLeave. If seven lotus
leaves are ground up and added to the water as well, this is
appropriate, as was mentioned by Shaykh 'Abd al-Rahmaan ibn Hasan (may
Allaah have mercy on him) in Fath al-Majeed, quoting from some of the
scholars in the chapter entitled Ma jaa'a fi'l-Nushrah. It is
mustahabb to recite the three soorahs, namely Qul Huwa Allaahu Ahad,
Qul A'oodhu bi Rabb il Falaq and Qul A'oodhu biRabb il-Naas. The point
isthat these and similar treatments which are used to treat this
problem of sihr, may also be used to treat the one who is prevented
bymagic from having intercourse with his wife. This has been tried a
great deal and Allaah caused it to yield results. A person may be
treated with al-Faatihah alone and be healed, or with Qul Huwa Allaahu
Ahad and al-Mi'wadhatayn on their own, and be healed. It is very
important that the person performing this treatment and the person who
is being treated should both have sincere faith and trust in Allaah;
they should know that He is control of all things and that when He
wills a thing it happens, and when He does not will a thing it does
not happen. The matter is in His hand, whatever He wills happens and
whatever He does not will does not happen. When both the reader and
the one who is read over have faith and are sincere towards Allaah,
the sickness will disappear quickly by Allaah's Leave, and both
physical and spiritual medicine will be beneficial. We ask Allaahto
help us all to please Him, for He is All-Hearingand is ever Near.
Majmoo' Fataawa wa Maqaalaat Mutanawwi'ah li Samaahat al-Shaykh
al-'Allaamah 'Abd al-'Azeez ibn Baaz (may Allaah have mercy on him),
p. 70

Jinn, witchcraft ,,evil eye -, It is possible for witchcraft to come between a man and his wife?.

I am asking whether it istrue that some one makes what we call (Hojob)
in Arabic to make other peole fail in their lifes.
I dont know if you understand what I meanor not. I will give you an
example, I was told that some people dont like others, so what they
do,they go to specializedpeople and ask them to do something by the
help of the (Jin) or whatever and make the life of that person
misery,like makes him fail in his life or ....... I dont know whether
this is available truley or not.
please give me an answer
Praise be to Allaah.
The correct view according to the majority of Ahl al-Sunnah is that
witchcraft or magic is real and that it can have an effect – if Allaah
wills and decrees it – on the body of the one against whom it is
directed, and it could even kill him.
Imaam al-Quraafi said: "Witchcraft is real and the person against whom
it is directed could die, or his mood and habits could be changed…
This was also the view of al-Shaafa'i and Ibn Hanbal…" (al-Furooq,
4/149)
The Mu'tazilah and Qadariyyah did not agree with this… but that is of
no significance.Al-Quraafi and others mentioned that the Sahaabah
agreed that it (witchcraft) is real, before there emerged anybody who
denied this.
Among the evidence of Ahl al-Sunnah is:
The aayah (interpretation of the meaning):
"but the Shayaateen (devils) disbelieved, teaching men magic andsuch
things that came down at Babylon to the two angels, Haaroot and
Maaroot, but neither of these two (angels) taught anyone (such things)
till they had said,"We are for trial, so disbelieve not (by learning
this magic fromus)." And from these (angels) people learn that by
which they causeseparation between man and his wife, but they could
not thus harmanyone except by Allaah's Leave. And they learn that
which harms them and profits them not." [al-Baqarah 2:102]
This aayah clearly indicates what is being asked about here, whichis
that witchcraft is real and that the practitionerof witchcraft can
cause separation between a man and his wife and that he can cause harm
to people by his witchcraft – if that is decreed by the universalwill
of Allaah.
The aayah (interpretation of the meaning):
"And from the evil of thewitchrafts when they blow in the knots"
[al-Falaq 113:4]
'the witchcrafts when they blow in the knots' refers to witches or
female practitioners of witchcraft who tie knots as part of their
magic and blow on them. If witchcraft were not real,Allaah would not
have commanded us to seek refuge from it.
Further proof is to be seen in the fact that witchcraft was directed
against the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) by the
Jew Labeed ibn al-A'sam. This is a saheehhadeeth which was narrated by
al-Bukhaari and Muslim.
Further evidence is to beseen in the real-life experiences of many
people, which cannot beoverlooked.
Ibn al-Qayyim said: the witchcraft which causes people to be sick or
to feel depressed, or which makes them love or hate, exists and is
well known to all people. Many people have experienced what it can do
to them." (al-Tafseer al-Qayyim, p. 571).
Ibn Qudaamah said: "It iswell known among people that a man can be
separated from his wife (by witchcraft) when he gets married, so that
he is unable to have intercourse with her, but when the spell is
lifted, then he is able to have intercourse withher. This is so
commonly known that it cannot be denied. There are so many reports of
witchcraft that it is inconceivable that so many people would agree on
a lie." (al-Mughni, 8/151)
There are many ways of protecting oneself against witchcraft:
The best way is to fear Allaah, obey His commands, put one's trust in
Him, seek refuge with Allaah, and start each morning by eating seven
dates. All of these were narrated in saheehahaadeeth.
There are many ways of removing the effects of witchcraft, including:
Ruqyah [prayers, supplications], the best of which is
supplicationsfrom the Qur'aan, then du'aa's narrated in saheeh
haadeeth.
Finding the objects used for witchcraft purposes and doing something
to neutralize them.
Ibn al-Qayyim (may Allaah have mercy on him) said: the Sunnah for
treating this sickness – two kinds were transmitted from him:
One of them – which is the best – is to locate and neutralize the
object, as it was reported in a saheeh hadeeth that he (peace and
blessings of Allaah be upon him) asked his Lord about that, and He
directed him to a well where he found a comb, some hairs that had
fallen when he combed his hair ….…. When he removed these things from
the well, he felt better, as if he had recovered from an illness. This
is this is the best way of dealing withthis problem, and is like
removing something bad from the body by expelling it.
Cupping, induced vomiting and surgery.
Ibn al-Qayyim said – continuing what he said in the words quoted
above: "The second kind is by physically removingthe place affected by
thewitchcraft, because witchcraft has an effect on human nature and
the bodily humours, and can affect moods. If its effects are noted in
any part if the body and it is possible to remove the bad material,
this will bevery beneficial." (Zaad al-Ma'aad, 4/124, 125).
And Allaah knows best.

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