Sorahon continued:
– You have to bring a yellow goat as a sacrifice, then wrap your boy in its skin.
– Amen! – another voice came from nowhere. The woman with a child looked very
frightened.
Sorahon said, “God will help, listen to those voices!”.
I found some strength and with the help of my cap I decided to see this genie. I headed towards the place that the voice was coming from. There was a ladder leading down to the cellar and a huge pot. Then I recognized another man entering the room. Sorahon told him “Oh dear, a black jinee must have cursed you!”. I was petrified when I found that the voice was coming from inside the pot.
I tried to calm down and wanted to look at the jinee. Guess who was sitting there? It was our Mirobiddinhuja! “The almighty himself is Mirobiddinhuja! Maybe you are also a yellow jineeee?”, – I thought to myself. I was so angry and pricked his arm with a needle.
Oh Gooooood! – Mirobiddinhuja cried. “Dear, your situation is awful, listen, the jinees
are crying” said Sorahon.
I was crazy with anger because of those cheaters, so I pricked Mirobiddinhuja again and again.
– Moooooom! – crying, Mirobbinhuja called his mom.
– Shut up you! – I said.
– What?! Who are you??
– I am Azrael.
– Azrael?!
– Yes, I came to take your soul…
– Mom! I don`t want to die!!
– Shut up! Do you know a boy called Khoshim?
– Yes, dear Azrael yes, I know him!
– If you know him, why didn`t you give him your bicycle to ride?
– I gave it to him!
– But then you and your brother beat him!
– Please forgive me!
– Anyway, your soul is now mine! – I put my hands on his neck like I was trying to choke him.
– Oh dear Azrael, please don`t take my soul! Forgive me!
– Why are you cheating?
– My mother told me to do so…
– What did she say?
– She told me to say “Amin”, and play those drums.
– You are a liar. You even told everyone at school that you hear the voices of God.
– My mother told me to do so…
– So everything is a lie?
– Yes, Azrael…
– You will go to school and tell everyone that you are a liar, otherwise…!
– I will, I will do this today!
– OK. We shall see…Do your homework, and if Khoshimjon ever asks for anything, never refuse,
understand?
Afterwards I decided to check the medicine Sorahon was giving to her “clients”. They were simple drugs available in drugstores. My revenge hadn`t finished. I took some money from the pocket of Sorahon, went to the drugstore and bought some laxative medicine. Then I replaced the medicine in the pockets of clients with the laxatives. Ten days have passed and the whole reputation of Sorahon was badly damaged.