Haunted objects , the rocking chair, the weaver machine and more
These are some of the true stories that I witnessed, investigated, and one told by my father about haunted objects, and even a haunted number. An object can be a number, a letter, a dream, and not just a chair or a doll.
I Have a book called shams al maaref, When I keep the book beside me at night ,every time I get a nightmares, and paralyzing dreams so I sealed it and kept it away surrounded by verses from the holy books , It is a book of magic, mystic kabbalah, prayers from the holy books and talismans . The only thing i found that it balance it if I put an ICON small painting on a wood of virgin Mary and baby jesus , its about 155 years old, that will take care of it and i no longer have any terror dreams.so i keep them all together hidden and sealed.
My first true story that I investigated;
One case that I investigated in Canada, Alberta, north of Edmonton; back in July 2018 it was a fight between two human spirits. They were fighting over a rocking chair
Pulling the chair to the left and to the right in a tug of war at a specific time of the day, and I found that both of those old men died on that rocking chair.
The first owner was an old Canadian man who fought in Germany in world war II, and loved his wife, his wife passed away and he fell ill later and was found dead on his rocking chair, the chair was sold along with the house, and a new Lebanese family bought the house and some furniture is among them the wheel chair. The chair was given to their grandfather who loved it and loved to sit on it in the backyard. , but again in a few years he too passed away in his sleep.
It took me some time to find out that this rocking chair was the hot object and wasn’t the house at all, it took lots of prayers and cleansing methods that I used
From the Roqeya prayers from the Quran as the new owners is a Muslim family.
I managed to let one spirit depart to the light from his chair using multiple readings from the Quran, and the altered deliverance prayers, with some prayers from the Torah.
But the first spirit stayed and refused to leave, I even saw him in my dream telling me to leave him alone, I stayed as a guest with the Lebanese family for 3 nights.
It was suggested that it was a poltergeist but I didn’t think so, as both spirits belong to real people who lived and died on that rocking chair.
And it wasn’t that manifestation or active noisy energy created by a teenager in the house, no knocking or moving objects in the house, but only in that chair, all the activities were in that chair, from moving by itself at night after the sunset, to moving again in the early morning. I found that when I woke up to pray the Dawn prayers, I took my prayer mat to the backyard and started praying close to the chair.
I noticed that all the activities were in that chair, from moving by itself at night after the sunset, to moving again in the early morning. And the word amen came from the spirit on that chair, it was so clear a voice like someone was just sitting on it, each time I recite al Fãtehah prayer and end it ,he says Amen.
At night time, It scared the dog in the house that kept barking at the chair, and that was what caught my attention too, that it wasn’t all in my mind and it wasn’t a case or auto phony, or any anxiety on my part. I kept praying and cleansing the chair for 2 days after that night but the spirit still possessed the rocking chair, causing no harm to any one just spooking the dog.
Some Muslim families don’t keep a dog in the house for spiritual reason, but this family did keep a dog as a guard so I asked them to make sure that the dog don’t come near the rocking chair in the dawn prayers and the sunset prayers we call Maghreb, as that was the most active time when the spirit of their grandfather come to sit on the rocking chair.
The problem is the family who own the house and the chair now do not give me any permission to mention their name, address or where about, I asked them many times if it possible to just come to the house and take pictures without mentioning any name or address, they refused .
They tried to move the chair from the back yard and hide it in the basement but it was a mistake, as the restless spirit who stayed behind kept scratching on the door and windows. I told them to keep it In the same place, keep the chair and all its belongings and don’t disturb it, as the spirit like it at that spot, until slowly the spirit leave by itself with prayers and the grace of God, and to keep the dog away from it in certain times, and do the reading from the Quran beside it as it make the spirit in peace. They haven’t heard and seen any noise or activity since last year, and I think he is departing from it.
Old haunted Weaver machine at the Turkish army hospital – My true story
Many people and different countries used to use the waver machine to wave carpets and make threads to make beautiful art pieces and sold them as part of many people’s business in the old days.
Smaller waver machines were bought by owners of houses in that time to make clothes and carpets. Some people buy a used waver machine or new. The history of their weaver machine may be known or unknown, but in either case, it’s not uncommon for some to refer to their weaver machines as haunted.
Others have experienced weaver machines rooms that were abandoned, that feel and sound as if they harbor ghosts.
It can send a chill up your spine when your machine begins operating on its own.
Those old weaver machines were manually operated in the old days but here is my story and it might be more difficult to explain. Unless they are simply the products of our own “spirited” imaginations.
I heard this story from my father who heard it from his father and told me the story while we were sitting in our garden in Baghdad city.
When Iraq was occupied by the Turkish Empire they have what we call these days a rehabilitation prison where they used to teach the prisoners a set of skills so they can find a job when they will be released from prison. Many of the prisoner’s chose tailoring or waver machine workers or any other carpentry or craft that was taught.
My grandfather in his youth worked for the Turkish authority and became a prison warden and the prison was also part of an old army hospital.
He witnessed many fights and arguments between the prisoners, and some of the prisoners were killed beside one of that old weaver machine, the blood of the victim was spilled over the weaver machine.
The killer was later executed and his wife was attending the execution
The killer’s wife cursed those Turkish judges and the prison as many people mentioned her story in Mosul city of north Iraq back in 1915.
My grandfather told my dad that so many minor and major incidents happened specifically to that weaver machine. It’s like this machine started to attack bloodthirsty demonic possession.
But my grandfather and other officers attributed the bazaar incidents to faulty mechanical parts, and always sent a handyman to fix the problem, and they couldn’t find any problem, some of those handymen had minor injuries when they were working on the machine. Many prisoners refused to work with that weaver machine as by now all the prisoners heard many stories about the injuries and most were superstitious, so they avoided working with it.
An old prisoner was working with the weaver machine and after the guards found him dead by the weaver machine, the examiner doctor declared his death as a heart attack.
My grandfather and the officer decided to move the weaver machine to a storage area along with some old parts and mechanical tools in one of the storage areas at the army hospital storage hall.
The prison cleaner came to my grandfather and told him that he hears the sound every night coming from the storage room and that it sounds like someone is working on the weaver machine but the door is closed. My grandfather was a warden. He went and checked the room but he didn’t see or hear anything and he noticed that the weaver machine was put back together and assembled. Grandfather told the cleaner if he or any other prisoners put this machine back.
NO the cleaner answered.
I want you to do something for me, next time you hear the machine is running or you hear any sound I want you to come to my office and tell me immediately, my grandfather told the cleaner.
And do it secretly, don’t let anyone see you, because I think that is one of the prisoners somehow getting into this closed storage and working on this weaver machine;
Ok, Sir, I will let you know but you have to know that I hear the sound of this weaver machine in the store only on Friday night! The cleaner told the warden (my grandfather) before he left.
Sure enough on Friday night where most of the prison and the old hospital were covered with the full moon silver light, and the orange lights that come from many lanterns that were scattered around the entrances and exits of the army hospital and the prison.
The cleaner was running toward the warden office and stopped by the guards and he told them that he must talk to the warden and that he told him to talk to him no matter how late.
The guards asked the cleaner if he can wait until the morning, but the cleaner insisted that the warden must know this now.
The guards went inside the office and to the other small attachment sleeping quarter and woke up the warden. They told him that the cleaner (Murad) was under great stress and wanted to speak to the warden.
Then the warden (my grandfather) asked the guards to get their weapons and lanterns and follow him so now all the 4 of them were holding the lanterns and walking toward the storage area in the old army hospital where the weaver machine was put.
By the time they came close to the room, they could hear the sound of a working weaver machine with its familiar wooden click back and forth as someone woven back and forth like the typewriter clicks when you go to a new line.
My grandfathers look from the small window at the other side of the storage where it has other windows from the top and one window at the door. He saw an apparition of a man woven, sitting and woven.
The warden was signaling to the cleaner to come and have a look from that window.
When the cleaner (Murad) looked from the window he whispered to my grandfather that this is Nori (The victim who was killed on this machine), my grandfather confirmed it was him he can see his face as the moonlight goes through the upper window directly to his face.
Did you see his face before, the warden asked Murad?
No, I was afraid to look when I heard a sound. I just left the place I didn’t want to get involved in, Murad answered back.
The warden asked the guards to stay alert and he went to open the storage door
When they walked toward the weaver machine they saw the apparition disappearing in thin air with a loud noise of the weaver machine, the machine still working for a few seconds until stopped, the old broken piano sound like someone playing on it and most of the old appliances were making noise.
It gave them a chill and they were scared so they left the storage after doing some prayers and locked the storage behind them.
My grandfather finished his 3 years and left the job and later he heard that a fire was ignited in the old army hospital and the fire started from the storage area where they kept the old weaver machine and the wool material.
My grandfather told my dad the story many years later 1949 when they moved to Baghdad 1932. My dad told me this story back in 1968.My father passed away in Baghdad city in 2003
The curse of number 4
Numbers, letters and dream can be haunted also
This is my true story that took place in 2001, with my brother Sam before he passed away
I was watching TV when my phone rang. A frantic voice from the other side was screaming, help me please your brother is in the hospital.
Then I saw my mother holding my brother’s Sam hand and going upstairs, she turned her face to me and told me Wednesday, Wednesday and she was gone. Then I woke up from the dream, it was Wednesday Morning, and I prayed for my mother who passed away. I went to work and forgot about my dream. I kept thinking of what my mother had told me in the dream.
The next Wednesday I came home from work, took a shower, had my supper, cleaned my teeth and sat to watch TV when the phone rang. It was very strange when I heard my brother’s wife’s voice, she was in Las Vegas, and she was crying and asked me if I could come ASAP as my brother Sam had a heart attack. She told me that they took him to the community hospital, and put him in ICU 4.
He was waiting for an open heart surgery as they found that he had 4 coronary Stenosis up to 94 % each.
I asked my manager in Saskatoon royal university hospital, Gary, for a leave and he gave me one week off. I took the flight from Saskatoon to Las Vegas. My brother’s wife was waiting at the airport.
When I was in the USA, I went directly to the hospital. My brother Sam was in ICU room number 4. His car was parked in lot number 4; remember that Wednesday is the fourth day of the week. He managed to have 2 operations and he was waiting for another one as the coronary arteries failed to open for some reason. The doctors took him for his 3rd operation and then the 4th operation. He had 4 operations in a few days.
He has his wife and 3 kids for a total of 4. before his death, 4 days after his last operation he passed away, I was sleeping in the hall beside the ICU on the chairs, no one were in the hall, I opened my eyes and I can see my brother Sam spirit floating in front of me 6 feet high in the air, I Can see him so clear it was not a dream he was floating and when I start to focus on him he then vanished floating toward his bed to the ICU .
That was when the ICU nurse called for code blue and they did whatever they could but he was gone. I looked at the time and it was 4 am!
I didn’t want to bother his wife and the kids so I didn’t call them until 7 am.
I told the nurses and they all agreed, as my brother’s wife was so tired and needed her rest. They put my brother’s body in the morgue and I was surprised to see the number of the freezer lot was number 4.
I didn’t care much about the number. I was in shock and saddened for him. He was my older brother and he took care of me when I was young. His name in Arabic is Samer 4 words.
Then I called his wife and my family overseas and they all cried and prayed for his soul, his wife was in shock and the kids were crying and screaming. My family overseas couldn’t believe it. How he can die in the USA, they said. He was only 49 years old, and The USA has the best doctors and health system in the world, they kept telling me. But I kept reminding them that all of us will die when God wants us, no one can help us but God.
God has his way and everybody has his time, I told them. No matter where you are in the USA or anywhere in the world when your time comes nobody can help you. I said.
After the routine crying and sadness of my family, his wife, and the kids, I was focusing on the problem at hand.
To make sure that I bury him and do everything by the book, from booking the funeral home, ordering the headstone to every single detail. When I went to the Gravesite the lot number was lot number 4. Then the number 4 started to come to my mind one by one, so I asked the funeral manager to select number 4. I washed his body with the people that I hired to do the coffin helped me to wash him and put him in the casket.
We called many of his friends at work and another place, and we all prayed for him and put him in his grave. Everybody left and the kids were crying softly as we told them that if they cry loud his soul will not be happy. His wife left with the kids along with everybody else, I stayed alone beside the grave. I told my brother’s wife to pick me up the next day at sunrise.
It was 4 pm when we took him from the funeral home and we buried him before the sun went down on Thursday night. My brother’s wife told me that we can come in the morning. I told her that I promised my brother once that if He dies I will stay beside his grave until the sunrise next day, and he should do that for me if possible, and I will keep my promise to him.
So I started reading verses from the Quran and doing rosary and prayers for his soul.
I kept a large bottle of water we had in the car beside me, and a flashlight. The graveyard is about 5 minutes from Las Vegas airport. It had very pleasant and well-maintained gardens and lights. I went to the washroom once only. I prayed for him until the sun rose. My brother’s wife came for me, picked me up and drove me home.
I was wet as it was raining , and I was VERY tired.
I took some of my brother’s hair when I was cutting his hair, cut his nails and kept them in a small plastic bag, and I also took some of his belongings. When I was sleeping I dreamt of my brother Sam, he was so happy and told me not to worry at all, he said don’t feel pain and he could see me beside the grave reading the holy book for him. He asked me to return his hair to the ground and not to keep it.
When I called my father he told me I should keep his hair and nails with the body, and then he asked me to send his belonging along with the hair and nails so they can be buried back home. They wanted to make a memorial burial for him beside my mother’s grave and my little brother. It was lot number 4 again!
They received all his belongings that I sent to them. I extended my leave for another one week. I took care of the kids and managed to get a counselor for them and supported them financially, and paid for all the funeral service and the burial charges. It was time to go back home to Saskatoon.
When I went to the airport to come back home from Las Vegas to Minneapolis then Saskatoon, the gate number was number 4. Oh Darn, I said. I felt so uncomfortable and I went to the ticket agent and told him that I cannot travel through this Gate.
He said why I told him that I felt bad about this Gate and if there is any way to change it I will rather take any other gates.
He said that the only way to Saskatoon is through this gate. I told him the story and he was surprised and asked me to pray and not to be superstitious. Because my other option is to travel to another city than from there I can be directed to Saskatoon, and that costs more money and time. I was so tired. I went through gate number 4. He told me good luck and sorry about your brother, the agent told me with a slow sad voice.
I took the flight and it was the most horrific flight in my life, I had the worst turbulence and air pockets in history. Everybody was worried and screaming, the captain kept informing us to stay still and buckle up. I was so worried. I thought that’s it, I shouldn’t listen to that agent, I was sad and felt so helpless.
What will I do if I die? Who will care for me and pray for me? What will happen to my family and job, my place and belonging? I was so tired, I buckled myself with the seat so tight to my body, I thought if we crashed someone might find me with my seat.
I closed my eyes and put my hands together and continued to pray. I felt no fear at all, I was at peace and so relaxed. I completely surrendered to that moment.
I fell asleep until the flight attendant woke me up to adjust my seat. Am I a life, I asked.
She smiled and said yes it is a beautiful day. When I was ready to leave the plan I noticed my seat number was 44.
I drove from the airport to my apartment in Saskatoon and I was still sleepy and tired.
My apartment number 114 was on the 4th floor, I just didn’t care anymore. I felt this was crazy, Maybe I was so sensitive and in shock that my brain was playing tricks on me. Maybe my brain was trying to distract me from the psychological trauma of losing my brother. I closed the curtains to block the sunlight and went to bed after a quick shower. I was dreaming of my brother smiling at me. I still dream of him at least once every 4 , SO IS IT A HAUNTED NUMBER?
The number 4 derives its meaning from creation. On the fourth day of what is called ‘creation week,’ God completed the material universe. On this day he brought into existence our sun, the moon, and all the stars (Genesis 1:14 – 19). Their purpose was not only to give off light, but also to divide the day from the night on earth, thus becoming a basic demarcation of time. They were also made to be a type of signal that would mark off the days, years and seasons.
Interestingly, the Hebrew word for ‘seasons’ in Genesis 1:14 is moved (Strong’s Concordance #H4150), which literally translated is “appointed times” (divine appointments) in reference to God’s festivals. This is the earliest known allusion to what would later be called the Holy (or Feast) days (periods) of worship, which are seven in number.
The 4th of the Ten Commandments is to remember and keep God’s holy Sabbath day (Exodus 20:9 – 11). The Sabbath day is tied directly to the creation week. God himself made the period between Friday sunset and Saturday sunset extra special when he rested on it after bringing everything into existence the previous six days (Genesis 2:1 – 3, Exodus 20:11).
Appearances of the number four
One of the top ten most frequently mentioned women in the Bible, Eve is only referenced four times (Genesis 3:20, 4:1, 2 Corinthians 11:3 and 1 Timothy 2:13).
Psalm 107 is the only section or chapter in God’s word that contains the exact same phrase four times (Psalm 107:8, 15, 21 and 31).
The apostle Paul was a man familiar with 4 major first-century cultures. He was a Roman citizen, he was a Jew who spoke Greek as well as Hebrew, and he was a Christian.
The Garden of Eden had a river which parted into the headwaters of four other rivers. These rivers were the Pison, Gihon, Hiddekel and the Euphrates (Genesis 2:10 – 14).
The four witnesses of God on earth are miracles, wonders, signs and the gifts of the Holy Spirit (Hebrews 2:4).
The number of times rainbows are referenced in scripture are four (Genesis 9, Ezekiel 1:28, Revelation 4:3, 10:1).
Ezekiel, prophecy and the number 4
In Ezekiel’s well-known ‘wheel in the middle of a wheel’ vision (Ezekiel 1, 10) he sees four living creatures transporting a throne with four sides and four wheels. Each of the living creatures (likely Cherubim, a class of angels) has four faces (the face of a man, lion, ox, and eagle) and four wings (1:6).
The number 4 derives its meaning from creation. On the fourth day God completed the material universe. On this day he brought into existence our Sun, moon, and all the stars (Genesis 1:14 – 19). Their purpose was not only to give off the light but also to divide the day from the night on earth, thus becoming a basic demarcation of time. They were also made to be a type of signal that would mark off the days, years and seasons.
There are 4 gospel accounts of Jesus’ life and ministry.
My 4th true story the haunted ( khamsha , hamsa,)/ the magic eye.
The family moved to this old apartment complex, as it was the last resource for low rent to fit their low budget .The landlord lady was an old and very kind lady that took pity on this tenant with her 4 kids.
The family moved with their few belonging to this old one bedroom unit. The tenant started to work for the old landlord and so she gave her rent free as her salary and the tenant was doing the laundry, house cleaning, and cooking going to the market for her and in return the old lady also gave her and her kids 4 foods for each day.
One child was 8 and he went to school, another was 5 and the third was 3 and one girl 2 years old.
The landlord loved children so she asked the tenant if she could keep the kids in her house while she was working for her cleaning, washing, cooking, and going to the market. One child didn’t like to stay in the old lady’s house because she always asked him to take care of the 2 years old. They always watched cartoons and slept so he liked to stay alone in the unit and watch TV alone until his mother came back with the other 2 kids .
The tenant was very grateful for this job, as her husband was in a political prison for 5 years. So she knew that she had to work very hard and thank God for his blessing of that job and that kind landlord, as the government paid only a few dollars a month and it was not even enough to buy food for a month.
By the time she go to her place and look after her children fed them, prepare the older child for his next day school, wash their clothes and iron them then she was ready to sleep with the 2 years and 3 years old children beside her, and as soon as her head hit the pillow she was in 7 heavens. Occasionally woke up after the 2 years old cries and she gave her the warm milk bottle.
There was this icon talisman on the wall part of the unit furniture that’s belonging to the landlord lady. It was a mystic looking evil eye or they call it the eye of Fatima for protection as this was and still is part of middle east culture way back from the Jewish and Islamic traditions they used to call it om Khams anyone ( khamsha , hamsa,) ,it was larger than usual, bronze with green jade and red stones . When the sunlight hits the eye it will shine in the morning, and when the moon light hits the eye it becomes even more mysterious with red laser like light shining from it that mixes with the jade and the brass.
There is only one bedroom so the lady and the children slept in one room , the older child had his own corner bed, and the rest slept on small , thin mattresses on the floor . The lady slept in the middle front of the door. In the room was that old antique table with a mirror that was kept by the landlord lady in the place that was exactly on the opposite side of the Eye. At night when the moon is full the moonlight shines to this eye and the light reflects to the mirror that keeps the 3 children entertained. They used to have a small black and white TV that the old landlord gave to them to watch cartoons.
The older child used to go to school nearby after he ate his oatmeal, and one was 5 years old and stayed back home, after his mother took the other 2 with her to the landlord’s house to work. Their mother go to work at the old lady house that was only 100 feet away the little child stay behind watching cartoon as he didn’t’ like to go to the landlord house ,and like watching cartoon and children show on the black and white the TV alone , and watch the windows to see when his brother Sam comes back .
His mother didn’t have a baby sitter, she couldn’t afford one, and the landlord lady was watching the other 2 kids while my mother worked. The landlord lady had knee pain and used a cane to walk, her husband passed away a few years earlier leaving her the large house and the apartment units.
The little child mother told him to not open the door to any one, only if he feels he was in danger or there was a fire to leave the house and come to her at her work and always ask him to join them so they can all stay at the landlord house while she do her work but he liked to stay in the unit.
When his mother arrived from work for break, to do her prayers, and to feed the child and make sure that he was ok she fined the little child sleeping beside the mirror or on the top of the table where the mirror stood. She didn’t think much about it. She thought it was child play and he might be bored.
One day when she walked into the place she could hear her child talking to someone!
She was surprised! so she moved slowly to the bedroom and looked from the corner of the door. She saw him talking to the mirror, again she thought it was a child’s imagination and loneliness but when she asked him about it the child said yes he was talking to the lady in the mirror.
What lady? The mother asked
The old nice lady who tell me everything, the child replied
You mean the landlord lady? You want to talk to her, the mother asked
No mom it is a nice lady she tell me things and always protect me, he answered
Again the mother brushed it off as imagination and asked the child to watch TV and started to teach him how to pray to God, and told him to come with her so he wouldn’t feel alone. But he insisted on staying, and only went to walk with his mom to the park nearby.
The child conversation with that lady in the mirror only happens when the sunlight hits the eye and it reflects to the mirror then the lady appears to the child only and not to the rest of the family.
The child asked the lady in the mirror who always appeared to him on Friday afternoon, what is your name?
My name is Salma, the answer was given, and my name is Saad the child answered
Yes I know, she replied
How do you know me? Are you our relative? And why are you inside the mirror? The child asked. I used to live here for 20 years. Make sure to keep this secret between us ok because no one will believe you if you start telling them and then they think you are crazy, promise me, the lady voice asked.
I promise you, the child replied.
Do you want to eat oatmeal or drink some water, the child asked her?
Thank you for the offer, I don’t eat or drink her, she answered.
But how can you survive and live without food, the child asked?
She laughed and said, I make prayers and God sustains me with each prayer.
The child starts looking behind the table and the mirror to see how she gets in the mirror.
Sometimes he didn’t hear from her for 2 weeks or more. One time she told him that you will move to far away land when you get older and your brother Sam will also move to a different land. How about my little brother and sister? He asked?
They will stay here in this land, she said
The child’s mother was so surprised to see her son screaming at the mirror, where are you, where are you, why don’t you answer me again?
His mother was very worried about him and told him that maybe he was reading the story Mirror, Mirror on the wall or watching the story on TV.
No mom, I am looking for Salma the old lady? The child said with anger.
Look son, there is no lady in a mirror ok, the reflection can make you think you see someone, so she decided to move the Eye ( hamsa) from the wall and put it in the drawer inside the table . As soon as she did that the mirror cracked, a large crack appeared from nowhere in the mirror from the top to the bottom with a gush of wind that both the child and his mother felt.
Possibly it was a very old mirror that did this. We better take it off, so she managed to carefully remove the broken mirror from the frame and took it away from the place to the garbage outside so no one got hurt. She got a small circular mirror from the landlord and kept it on the table.
While the lady was having a conversation with the landlord over a cup of tea she mentioned what the child was going to throw and that he told her the name of the lady was Salma , and he was talking to this imaginary friend.
Salma! The landlord mentioned the name in a strange, surprising voice.
You better not leave your child alone and let me talk to him, she told the tenant.
The lady asked her child if he needed to come with her and tell the landlord what was happening, so he did tell her.
The landlord cried softly and said just sit down, we need to talk.
The landlord started telling this story to the tenant; there was this lady who used to rent the same unit that you live in now her name was Selma.
What! The tenant lady was shocked.
Let me finish, the landlord said.
Selma was a very kind woman, and she used to teach in a nearby girls primary school, she was lonely and didn’t get married. She stayed in the same bedroom and she passed away 4 years ago in the same room just a few months after her retirement.
My God, do you mean her ghost is still in the place, I am worried about my kids now, the tenant said.
No worries she was a nice lady and all the furniture you see in your place belonged to her. Her family donated to keep it in the place and took only her pictures and other things. I don’t think she will cause any problem, The landlord said.
But still a ghost and please don’t let the kids know and I will do the same, the tenant said.
Both the tenant and the landlord went to the unit and did some cleansing they call Roqeya , an Islamic well known cleansing method to cleanse the place , The landlord did the prayers from outside the building as she couldn’t take the stairs , and the tenant did the prayers and cleansing from the inside and did that for few days. She also removed the table from the place along with the Eye on the wall.
That child was me and the tenant was my mother’s God bless her soul, she told us later what had happened, and she passed away in 1997 in Baghdad. We stayed in that house until my dad got out of prison and opened his own variety store and got a better place. Later I moved to Canada, and Sam moved to the US. Raad and Ahlam stayed in Baghdad until now. My dad passed away in 2003 in Baghdad.
Life is amazing , spirits and ghosts can be trapped , or attached in an area and they leave only when they feel that they are safe and secure .Selma wanted to get married and have children so she always misses this in life , and she find us the children and my mother as a company , she never hurt us and never tried to harm us .
I never felt threatened by her at all; it was so peaceful to talk to her.
May God bless her soul and my parents’ souls, RIP.
May God bless all those who passed away from your family and friends?
Steve Ramsey, PhD. Alberta