Is The Dhabba Real? Is the Day of Judgement near? A Horror & Thriller Series -Part One

إِنَّ الَّذِينَ كَفَرُوا بِآيَاتِنَا سَوْفَ نُصْلِيهِمْ نَارًا ۚ

“Indeed, those who deny Our signs. We shall soon make them enter the Fire.”

 (Surah An-Nisa, 4:56)

Translation (Kanz-ul-Iman)

There was a strange, wild spark in her eyes tonight. Something restless, untamed like a fire waiting to burn through silence. She was about to do something she had never even dared to imagine.

Yes, tonight, she was ready to lose to her hunger, her desire, and the darkness growing quietly inside her. The hunger for money had reached a point where even faith felt like something that could be sold.

This was Sara, a twenty-year-old girl, with ordinary looks but extraordinary dreams.

She hated poverty with every drop of her blood. That kind of hate that festers like an open wound, one that refuses to heal.

To her, being poor was a sin, and being around poor people felt like humiliation.

Sometimes she asked herself, “Why did my parents even come to America? What was the point?”

But there was never an answer just an empty space somewhere deep inside her chest.

Sara knew this was the age of social media. People didn’t care about truth anymore they only craved shock, drama, and stories that could run through the internet like blood in veins.

She made short videos, hoping one might go viral but the views never came.

People didn’t care who was speaking only what was trending. Truth or lie, expert or fool: no one cared. Anyone could post a story, twist it with a little spice, and the world would believe it.

Among those creators, there was one vlogger she admired; beautiful, rich, and soaked in luxury.

Every time Sara saw his shiny cars, branded shoes, designer clothes, and his grand house, a silent wish escaped her lips: “If only-if only I could have all that too.”

She was Muslim; she knew the boundaries of her faith. But when desire starts knocking at the door of faith, balance begins to slip. The teachings of elders, the warnings from childhood they all fade into fog when temptation whispers sweetly.

Sara was obsessed with horror stories and dark thrillers. Maybe that’s why her life had slowly started to feel like one a chilling story here every turn hid a new fear and a new sin.

She lived in a small American town a place where silence spoke louder than people.

Her father worked at a supermarket; her mother lived inside fragile dreams, dreams that never came true.

To Sara, the world had become nothing but a game. If selling faith could bring fame, money, a house, and a car, then why not? After all, in her world, views were everything.

Dabbat Al Ard: Dhabba

The Greedy Girl Who Lied in the Name of Faith

That night, the air outside was heavy the kind that presses against your skin.

A storm was building somewhere.

Sara found a terrifying image on the internet a strange, half-human, half-animal creature with a sinister grin. The sight sent a shiver crawling up her spine, but her lips curved into a wicked smile.

She smirked and whispered to herself,

“Let’s see what happens now. If this picture goes viral and the story I spread catches fire, people will either ignore it or I’ll be famous overnight. Whatever it is, I have to take the risk.”

The image looked ancient like those eerie, hand-drawn figures from centuries ago, carved into old temple walls, made of dirt and shadows. A grotesque, filthy, deformed creature that looked too real to be fake.

She uploaded it to her channel and captioned it with a bold hashtag:

#Dabbah(Dabbat Al Ard) Spotted in an Unknown Region!

She had filled her post with fear her trembling voice, her fake panic, her mysterious tone and then hit upload.

💬“Is this a sign of the end times?”

💬“Is the Day of Judgment near?”

💬“Are we all doomed?”

Her breath froze in her throat. She just sat there, staring at the screen. At first, nothing happened. No views. No likes.

Her excitement began to fade into disappointment but then, suddenly everything changed.

The numbers started to rise.

5,000 views.

10,000.

100,000.

A million then two million.

She jumped up, screaming in joy, unable to believe it. In one single night, she had shaken the entire internet.

The Beast of the Earth: A Verse from Quran

Everywhere, people were sharing that same post. Some out of fear, some out of curiosity, and some just to be part of the chaos. The rumor spread like wildfire: “Dabbat al Ard: Dhabba has been seen somewhere!”

No one asked any scholar. No one verified anything. No one even stopped to think.

And in that first viral video, she had quoted a verse from the Qur’an to make her lie sound divine. She said it with trembling conviction:

“Friends, this creature, Dhabba, is mentioned in the Holy Qur’an (The Beast of the Earth). It will rise from the earth as one of the signs of the Last Day.”

Then she played the verse on-screen:

وَإِذَا وَقَعَ الْقَوْلُ عَلَيْهِمْ أَخْرَجْنَا لَهُمْ دَابَّةً مِّنَ الْأَرْضِ تُكَلِّمُهُمْ أَنَّ النَّاسَ كَانُوا بِآيَاتِنَا لَا يُوقِنُونَ

(Surah An-Naml, 27:82)

Translation (Kanz-ul-Iman)

“And when the Word is fulfilled against them, We shall bring forth for them a beast from the earth, that shall speak to them because the people did not believe in Our signs.”

She ended the video saying dramatically, "This is that creature! Look closely, it’s moving. The Qur’an spoke of this. Has the Day of Judgment already begun?”

People gasped in disbelief. Within minutes, the comment section turned into chaos.

Fear, Curiosity, Faith, Doubt. All collided in a viral moment as the world tried to make sense of what they had just witnessed. Muslims flooded the post, crying out:

💬“Astaghfirullah!”

💬“This is a sign from Allah!”

💬“The prophecy is unfolding before our eyes!”

Others curious, stunned, and speechless could only type:

💬“What is this creature?”

💬“Look at its shape; is it even real?”

The world seemed to pause for a moment:

faith, fear, and fascination colliding in a single viral post

No one realized it was just a lie dressed in faith. No one saw the trap, the storm started by a single foolish girl who sold fear and called it a miracle.

She had named her channel “The Miracle Channel”, a place where she showcased so-called miracles, all of them fake, all of them her own creations, fabricated entirely by her imagination.

Now, she was hooked. After all, who dislikes money? Everything she had done had been for this very reason to make money. She dreamed of touching the skies, and suddenly, a path had opened before her. But she didn’t know that this path was not divine, but sinister.

She began gathering countless such images from the internet, claiming:

💬“Look! A ghost appeared here!”

💬“The ground is cracking!”

💬“Fire is rising from the sky!”

She created videos around these lies and uploaded them online. People watched them without verifying a thing, and then they shared them further. Her success grew rapidly, and soon her channel was flooded with followers who craved such shocking, random stories.

As money started flowing into her bank, she even gave some to her mother. Her mother asked, “What have you started doing, that all this money is coming?”

She replied, “Just eat mangoes, mother, why count the seeds? I am working hard for you. What else do you want? Soon we will be rich.”

And so it happened. In just a few months, their home, which had struggled even for a single loaf of bread, transformed into a house overflowing with food. She even told her father that he no longer needed to work at the small store; they could buy their own bigger store.

Within a year or two, she had saved enough money to buy a large store, and her father became the owner of one of the city’s most famous shops.

Now, she flaunted branded clothes, branded shoes, and everything that could show off her wealth. She posted pictures online, and thousands liked them. Her videos were adored by people who craved stories that were bizarre, shocking, and random. Who even cared about truth or lies?

Her parents no longer asked, “What do you really do?” They had surrendered everything to her. Their desires were being fulfilled, and their daughter, now a slave to her own indulgences was following her whims.

She began spreading misleading information about Islam, tales that had no verification, no proof, no grounding in the Qur’an, Hadith, or any authentic book. She narrated events that simply had no historical or religious basis.

Driven by pleasure, lust, fame, and greed, she advanced even further. With so much money in her hands, she spent her nights in parties and clubs, living a life of complete recklessness. Every boundary of morality and decency was shattered, and yet, in her mind, she felt unstoppable.

Then she began creating even more sensational, emotionally charged content, the kind that could force anyone to click. Headlines like:

“A woman in [so-and-so] village gave birth to a child with a bizarre appearance!”

Stories like these were exciting, shocking, and irresistible. Every video had a clickbait thumbnail, designed to make viewers feel compelled to click, watch, and share. People didn’t care about verification, the headline alone was enough to pull them in.

Her channel thrived on this. Each shocking story, each fabricated miracle, each terrifying claim, pushed her further into fame, money, and influence.

And with every click, every view, the thrill, the power, and the greed inside her grew uncontrollably.

She had forgotten Allah… perhaps even the afterlife.

The Human-Deer Creature:

Her Viral Horror Story Is Breaking the Internet

Lately, the numbers just weren’t adding up the spice was missing. The content wasn’t landing anymore. The glitter of social media had begun to fade, and her views were slipping fast. A sharp sting of panic twisted inside her. What now? What kind of content could bring them back?

Scrolling endlessly through her feed, her eyes froze. A grotesque face appeared on her screen again, so hideous, so unreal, it made her heartbeat stumble.

She smirked. Snapped her fingers.

That night, when silence wrapped the whole house, and her parents slept in the next room,

she made her choice, she would create something horrifying. Something that would make the internet scream just as it did before but- extreme.

Her trembling hands switched on the live. Her face, painted pale, eyes wide with fake terror, filled the frame. And in a broken, shaking voice, she began:

“Friends… you’re going to freak out when you see this. Remember the Dhabba I mentioned in my first video? I saw it today, with my own eyes. I can’t describe how it looked, sweat dripped down my neck just staring at it!

Its face… human. But the body… like a deer.”

Her voice cracked into sobs, half-real, half-rehearsed. Tears smeared her mascara as she wailed, rocking like a deranged soul before the camera. And as her cries echoed through the quiet night, her live stream counter began to rise hundreds… thousands… tens of thousands.

Each tear brought her more fame. Each scream, more followers. The world was watching her spiral, and she, she was feeding on it. Like a beast devouring its own soul for views.

She was still live, crying like a madwoman, trembling as if she had truly seen something beyond this world. Her performance was flawless… until,

Her eyes darted toward the window. And then… they froze. The fake tears stopped. Her breath hitched. Her pupils widened, terrified, unblinking.

For a moment, she couldn’t even breathe. Her lips trembled; her voice cracked into silence.

What had begun as an act… now felt like her soul was being ripped apart.

Something or someone was standing outside that window. Staring right back into her widened eyes.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. It was as if her entire body had turned to stone,

her gaze locked in horror.

Meanwhile, the live chat exploded,

💬 “OMG this looks real!”

💬“Is she acting or is that ACTUALLY happening?”

💬“Look behind you!!”

Her viewers climbed:

One million.

Two million.

Every second, thousands more joining to watch her “performance.”

But Sara wasn’t acting anymore. Her trembling hands slowly lifted toward the camera, her eyes still fixed on that thing beyond the window.

What did she see? Who… or what… was standing there? Had she truly seen Dhabba, the creature she’d once mocked the world with?

Or had her greed finally summoned it?

No one knows. But to find out what happened next…

you’ll have to read the next part, where the terrifying truth finally comes to light.

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