You guys believe in Sixir/black magic??

[Abu Hesi]

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[Wabari]

Tbh, the guy you described sounds depressed or slightly on the spectrum but neglected treatment. Nothing suggests sixir.

People with mental health issues might struggle, but they usually show some kind of emotion, sadness, confusion, something. This guy showed nothing. No reaction to pain, no joy, no frustration just blank. He never spoke, never responded to anything, but we knew he wasn’t deaf. People would give him instructions and he’d follow them perfectly. It’s like he just chose not to speak. He never asked for anything either, yet somehow, they always knew exactly what to hand him, like it was already understood. He sat in his own filth for days, never showered, never changed his clothes, and he showed up at the exact same time every night to do his drumming. That kind of consistency doesn’t come from someone completely insane or mentally ill.

 

[TheLand]

My father doesn’t really talk about things like this, but over the years, he’s told me a few stories that stuck with me. One of them was about how, back in the day, Somali Bantu men used to use sixir on Somali women to get them to marry them.

According to him, once the sixir was done, the women would follow the men around like a shadow. No questions asked, no talking, just following.

At first, I didn’t really know what to make of it. I figured it was just one of those sheeko xariir stories parents tell, but then in 2014, I saw something that made me think twice.

That year, I was in Awbarre, in the Somali region (DDS), and there was this Somali Bantu family who lived nearby. They were known for being generous, always giving food to people, and every night, they’d gather inside this room and hold some sort of celebration. There’d be loud drumming, singing, and chanting. It happened every single night.

Now, the person I’m talking about was a Somali Bantu man, one of the strangest people I’ve ever seen in my life. I don’t even remember his real name, I think it was something like Sheego, but I’m not really sure. He was their drummer.

Every night, at the exact same time, this man would show up. He wouldn’t speak. He wouldn’t look at anyone. He’d just sit down silently in his usual spot and start drumming. He never spoke. Not a single word. Not once.

People would give him instructions, tell him what to do, and he’d just silently do it. No “okay,” no nod, no eye contact. Just pure obedience, like he was programmed or something. It was honestly creepy.

I was friends with a kid from that family, so I was around them a lot. I used to ask him about the drummer, like, “Who is he? Why doesn’t he talk?” But every time, the kid would just brush it off, change the subject, or give me some vague excuse. No one wanted to talk about the guy.

I even asked a few locals, and they acted the same way. They barely looked at him. It was like he was invisible to them.

And the way he looked? Always the same clothes, dirty, torn. He looked like he hadn’t showered in his life. Every time I saw him walking, his eyes were locked on the ground, right where the shadow of his head would be. Never looked up. Never looked at anyone. Just down.

I eventually asked my father about it. He looked at me dead serious and said, “He’s probably under sixir.” I believed him.

Because this man, he wasn’t crazy. Crazy people don’t show up on time every night just to do one thing and leave. He didn’t stay with the family. He just showed up, ate, drummed, left, and disappeared into the darkness.

I tried speaking to him once. Just a simple “Asalaamu Alaikum.” Nothing. He didn’t even acknowledge I was there. Didn’t glance at me. Didn’t flinch. He just kept staring at the ground, turned around, and walked away slowly like I wasn’t even there.

To this day, I don’t know who he really was. I don’t know where he went, or if he’s even still alive. But I know for a fact something was wrong with him, deeply wrong.

It’s called autism

 

[Wabari]

It’s called autism

Haye

 

[Medeea]

Yes but only cuz people believe in it. Theres so many cultures tht practice sixr and even if it doesnt work them practicing it is very real.

Surah Al-Baqarah, Ayah 102 “They ˹instead˺ followed the magic promoted by the devils during the reign of Solomon. Never did Solomon disbelieve, rather the devils disbelieved. They taught magic to the people, along with what had been revealed to the two angels, Hârût and Mârût, in Babylon.”

The word “سِحر” (sihr) is clearly mentioned multiple times. There’s no doubt it’s real.

No if that was the case than everyone would be doing sixir

why hasn’t my sixir worked on Neta*yahu?

The real magic books are passed down through generations and protected by powerful jinn, so only a very small number of people have access to them. Even then, God says in Surah An-Nisa 76: “Indeed, Satan’s schemes are ever weak.”
So it’s very weak and not something that you should constantly worry about.

That’s honestly wild. It’s scary how some people take advantage of others by pretending to be religious or spiritual. I personally think the guy was just a fraud who had already gotten access to your names and some personal info ahead of time maybe through someone who knows your family. But what really gave him away was how he reacted when you started reciting Ayat al Kursi. That kind of reaction doesn’t come from someone who’s genuinely righteous. I’m glad you trusted your gut and stood your ground. You handled it way better than most people would’ve, especially at that age.

That’s what I thought ans well until he somehow knew I was stressed about an upcoming chemistry test… dude even knew our exact home address in Cairo.
Very strange experience. One of those rare moments in life that stays with you forever.