Djinns

Invisible, Inaudible, Intangible. It could only be one thing.

Have you ever noticed the innocent brush of the air? Or a whisper, a shout that seems so close but never is? Or your favorite book lying in a remote corner of the house without any explanation? The creaking open of a door or its slam shut that shakes the whole house but you think, oh, it’s probably the wind.

Its not.

There are things we don’t know of, things we can’t see, can’t touch nor hear. There are shadows burning in the dark, watching over us as we sleep, enraged at the thought of us inhabiting this world when they thought their rule would be infinite.

But some are calm and wise. I like to think that they are wells of knowledge. They tend to their clans and their families and pertain to the phrase: out of sight, out of mind.

I wonder, if we are so eager to know more about beings that are invisible, inaudible and intangible, just imagine the depths of their curiosity. They had no clue about us before our world and our time began. And now they observe us silently from the dark.

Strange, am I right?