A night in the hospitality of the jinn

Author's name: Najat Al-Shehhi

This story happened to an old man. The old man says, “Thirty years ago, I was with my friend and we headed to the desert. We prepared and got ready for that. Our destination was from Khaybar in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to Hafar Al-Batin. We set off and during the road at three in the morning we got out to breathe in the fresh air. The weather was so cold it penetrated the bones and a strange shiver ran through me, so I asked my friend: Are we in the harsh month of January? My friend answered: No, we are not in January time, but what I know is that we are in the (Cold Square). I did not utter a word after that, but what caught my attention was that we were on a one-way agricultural road, filled with peace and quiet. We decided to get out of the car and continue that recreational trip in the middle of the pitch-black fields. While we were walking, we spotted a black dog with dazzling white eyes that shone like a bright lamp.”