First published: Dec.26.2019
A story by Laleh Chini:
This story goes back nearly fifty or more years ago.
My grandparents and their children were coming back to Shiraz, our hometown, from a long road trip.
They had less than two-three hours to get home when they saw an accident had happened a few minutes back.
They stopped to help as back then, the roads were not highways like now. And there were no cell phones to call the police. Someone had to drive to the nearest town to report any accidents; so, people usually helped in an accident and even sometimes took the injured to the nearest hospitals.
When my grandparents got to the scene, other cars had already done most of the job, and the last of the injured were taken out of the damaged car and being taken care of, and only one was remaining. My grandmother ran to the victim and tightened her headscarf to the injured’s head to help him stop bleeding.
She tried to pressure the wound to help stop the bleeding, till help gets to him. Shortly after, an ambulance and police came and took the wounded to the hospital, and everyone else went to their destinations.
My grandparents felt so sad to see this horrible accident, and during the entirety of their remaining drive home, they prayed for the victims to survive.
My grandparents got home a few hours after the accident, and when they got to their entrance door the first thing that drew their attention was my grandmother’s headscarf.
It was clean and folded neatly on the front entrance chair. She asked my grandfather if he witnessed that she left her scarf on that boy’s bloody head, and my grandfather nodded positively; even the kids confirmed.
“How could that be possible?” My grandmother said.
My uncle said: “Could that injured boy be a Jinn, an alien?”
Even after developing their trip photos, they saw my grandmother’s headscarf in several pictures.
This story gives me chills to this day. How do you think the scarf got there?
(I explained about “Jinn-Alien” in one of my stories “The snake in the garden”)