At first, Sam visited a nearby health center for his medical examination. The paramedics bandaged his right arm deltoid, which had some scratches, and then handed him painkillers prescribed by the physician. He then reached his home, and rested for some time, not letting his mother know what was going on. Once she inquired about Jennifer and he replied, "Don't worry Mom, she will return soon."
In the afternoon, Sam reached Hammad Syed's house, "Hello dear! I'm extremely depressed…don't know what to do…that nasty creature has taken over my beloved wife…and had no intention to leave."
"Relax! I'm working on something very effective…In Sha Allah (if God wills)…things will be alright…you'll be relieved soon…" Hammad Syed soothed him.
"This SOON is never gonna come! I can't endure …can't stand her spending nights with that devil…Last night what I saw, has crippled me…Today we've to do something…what I experienced last night should not repeat." Sam was restless.
"I understand your feelings…it's natural…don't you worry…the more you think about it, the more you'll fall into depression!" Hammad Syed reassured him.
"I can't stop thinking…what to do?…come with me now to deal with that devilish creature." Sam slapped his forehead.
"Yes…we'll go today." Hammad Syed pressed his right shoulder.
"Now! Please!" Sam pleaded.
"Yes, sure…in an hour." Hammad Syed performed certain special rituals for his protection and to gain more power to deal with the demon. They both then left for Jennifer's house. The main door was latched from the inside.
'Don't press the doorbell! We'll open the door with the help of some spiritual powers. Hammad Syed took out a small plastic bottle filled with holy water. He sprinkled some water on the door and the door opened.
"How did it happen?" Sam was perplexed.
Without any reply from Hammad Syed, both entered the house. The ubiquitous exotic fragrance hit their nostrils. Their ears caught the repeated tintinnabulation mingled with the peculiar rhythmic orchestral beat spread in the house. But there was no one to be seen. Hammad Syed clutched Sam's left arm and took him aside, "You know what?"
"What?" Sam's eyes were widely open.
"There's some party going on in the house." Hammad Syed brought wrinkles to his forehead.
"Party? But no one is to be seen!" Sam uttered louder.
"Shh….sh...sh…..Party of the unseen! You can't see them, but they can! They're many, many hundreds or thousands!" Hammad Syed into his ear.
"Oh my Gosh! Are they watching us?" Sam whispered back.
"Not ...no one has seen us yet! They're engaged in some musical program in a room or hall, celebrating something. We'd better leave immediately before anyone could see us."
"No way…I can't leave!" Sam shook his head.
"See… Sam it's important…if we don't leave now, we might fall into some trouble!" Hammad Syed put his hand on Sam's right shoulder.
"I'm committed…I can't leave my wife like this…but where is she?" Sam looked around.
"She must be with them, partying…if we find her, the other creatures will also see us and might harm us…so better leave now!"
"I'm not going! You leave if you want! I sought your help to fight that demon…not to run away!"
"Not running away dear…it's not a suitable time…we've to deal with this problem tactically."
"I won't be convinced! You can do as you like!" Sam sat down on the floor reclining against the boundary wall.
"O.K...then let's do one thing…we can wait outside till the party gets over." Hammad Syed grinned.
"Alright that's fine…but tonight I won't let my wife sleep in the demon's arms."
"You're right! You know one jinni has the power of about one hundred men when it comes to mating. If a male jinni copulates with a female human, he draws her strength from her muscles and bones colossally; turning her into a feeble and bonny shape. The same goes the other way around. We'll try In Sha Allah (If God wills) this will not repeat… come on!" Hammad Syed spoke gravely.
Sam, who was holding his head with both of his hands and Hammad Syed left the house as stealthily as they had tiptoed in. 'you were telling that your wife was uttering some language you don't understand." Hammad Syed turned his face to Sam.
"Yes…alien language that was! I don't know that language…and she never spoke in that language before me after our marriage." Sam raised his lower lip.
'Hmm…I know a person, who can communicate with genies in their language." Hammad Syed disclosed a solution.
"Oh really! That's great! What's his name? Can we get that person now?" Sam fell in sudden excitement.
"Hadi Ahmed…But he is not a faith healer…Let me contact him." Hammad Syed took out his cell phone and began searching for Hadi's contact on his mobile phone. He immediately found his name and made a call. After he had talked to him, he displayed a victorious grin on his face. "Hadi Ahmed has agreed and he will be here in two hours. I've communicated this address to him." Hammad Syed shook hands with Sam.
"Lovely! That's wonderful. Let's sit in a nearby restaurant… we can wait there." Sam proposed to have tea and some snacks.
The party was being celebrated in the guestroom, which had been closed for a long time and was opened only to hold this party. It was much bigger than the other rooms. Unlike newly built modern guest rooms, her guest room was grisly looking. There were holes of all sizes in the walls which housed spiders, cockroaches, and geckos, wall paint was peeling, and the only chandelier in the middle of the ceiling had broken strings of crystals, ripped curtains, and a few flickering lights. The guests had perched everywhere in the room, on the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling, a few on the chandelier, and the doors and the windows.
Hundreds of guests had comfortably accommodated themselves in this ghastly room. Phantom perfume mixed with rotten cologne with the topping of rancid breath was the pervasive fragrance. The language, Jennifer was uttering, was the language individuals were conversing with one another. Among the invisible creatures were all shapes and heights of figures; words whispered in ears, screams, wailing, laughter, glass smashing and a scrap of chair moving were the common sounds in the room.
Both Jennifer and her prince were sitting on a huge Chiavari chair placed side by side in the center of the room. The prince was celebrating his reunion with Jennifer. He was hugging in the air to all the guests in one go and was accepting congratulations for his achievement. His importunate and tenacious unwavering behavior has brought his love in his lap. He was grinning from ear to ear. Whereas, Jennifer, being spellbound and looking frail, was extremely elated to be with the most dashing man on the earth, sitting right beside her belonged to her only.