Al-Dabbah in The Qur’an: Social Media as a Modern Curse of the Demon-Part Two

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Thousands of fans rise and fall on social media every single day. The moment the crowd gets what it wants, it moves on bored, hungry for the next thrill, never stopping to wonder what the creator on the other side of that glowing screen is carrying in their chest.

No one sees the sleepless nights, the fear, the pressure, the quiet kind of madness hidden behind those perfect viral videos one ever does.

But that night, something changed. Because what Sara saw wasn’t a glitch, or hate, or burnout.

Her screen shifted, and in that instant, it became a mirror of pure terror.

A moment so sharp, so unreal, it felt like the old warnings of Al-Dabbah weren’t stories anymore but a presence watching from inside the feed.

What Happened in Room: Sara’s Room Incidentals

Sara’s phone lay abandoned on the hospital bed, its screen flickering faintly, as if alive. Every notification she had chased, every view, every like, it was all connected, feeding something unseen.

Her parents watched in growing horror as she whispered the same words over and over:

“It’s coming. It’s taking everything my followers, my content.”

Doctors shook their heads. No medical explanation could account for the terror in her eyes. But Sara knew. The relentless hunger of the digital crowd had summoned something darker, something that hid behind the glow of the screen, a presence her mind couldn’t yet name but recognized instinctively: Al-Dabbah.

It was more than superstition; it was a modern curse. Every viral video, every fleeting fame, every moment of social media attention had a price. And tonight, Sara was paying it in full.

The room felt colder, heavier, as if unseen eyes were watching them all. Sara’s pulse raced, her breath shallow.

Her parents clutched each other, praying silently, while the doctor, hesitant, whispered: “This, this is unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”

And then Sara’s finger twitched toward the phone, and the notifications surged with messages she hadn’t sent, comments she hadn’t written. The digital world had a life of its own, and it was hungry.

In the Grip of Terror: Sara Faces the Unseen Realm

That night, they brought her home. They sat her on her bed, trying to calm her, but Sara suddenly let out a piercing scream.

“No! He’s there! Right there by the window staring at me!” she cried, pointing with a trembling hand. “His teeth are so long, so sharp. His body is part human, part deer. He’s going to devour me!”

Her voice cracked as fear swallowed every word. Her eyes, wide and glassy, darted around the room as she whispered in terror, “It’s Dabbah. I swear I saw it rise from the ground.”

As the room sank into uneasy silence, Sara’s heart still raced. Was it really there? Or was her mind, overwhelmed by fear, creating shapes and shadows that didn’t exist?

Was It Shaytan or Just Her Mindset?

The Qur’an reminds us:

“It is only Shaytan who frightens you of his supporters, so do not fear them; fear Me if you are believers.”

(Surah Aal-Imran, 3:175)

Could this have been Shaytan whispering, using terror to twist her perception? Or perhaps the mind itself, in survival mode, was conjuring visions in response to extreme panic.

Scientists explain that when fear hits suddenly, the amygdala, the part of the brain responsible for detecting danger, takes over. Ordinary shadows appear threatening, and harmless sounds feel like warnings.

Whether through spiritual whispers or the mind pushed to its limits, the fear felt real, palpable, and inescapable. Sara’s terror wasn’t simply “imaginary”; it was the collision of mind, heart, and unseen forces, making the unreal feel terrifyingly real.

Her mother wrapped her arms around her, gently stroking her hair.

“Sweetheart, breathe. It’s okay, there’s no one there,” she whispered, trying to anchor her daughter back to reality.

But Sara clung tighter, her body trembling uncontrollably. “Mom, don’t leave me alone. He’s still watching. I can feel him.”

Her mother’s heart ached at the fear in her daughter’s voice. She held her close, whispering, “Alright, my love, come to my room. You’ll sleep beside me tonight.”

And as she led her trembling daughter away, the curtain by the broken window shifted again, silently, though the night air was completely still, so that it was just a psychological issue.

Sara had watched terrifying videos, and naturally, her mind replayed those faces.

The Hidden Face of Social Media: Fear and Greed

Sara’s condition had become nothing short of a nightmare. Her parents went everywhere for help, knocking on doors and visiting every doctor they could find, but peace was nowhere to be seen.

The medicines quieted her body, yet in her mind, terrifying, distorted faces kept appearing.

Faces so macabre and unnerving that they became a torment she could not escape, jolting her awake from sleep in terror.

When she finally fell asleep, drugged and weary, it felt as if someone whispered directly into her ear, a whisper that knocked straight on the empty chambers of her heart.

The walls of her room no longer felt like walls. Shadows swayed across them; figures walked and prowled. And whenever this happened, the walls seemed to carve themselves.

Words, drenched in ink, surfaced, and she would scream in fright, holding her head in her hands.

When her mother rushed to her side, the walls displayed words:

“SEE ME,”

“YOU PROMISED,”

And in one corner, only one name glowed “SARA.”

Every time, she would scream, her breath ragged, sweat running through her hair, soaking her entire body despite the bitter cold of winter evenings. Sara’s mother felt a creeping certainty that something unnatural was stalking her daughter. This wasn’t merely psychological; this was something else.

One day, she spoke to her husband. He insisted it was nothing; that ghosts weren’t real.

“The doctor said it,” he reminded her, “It’s only hallucinations, mental stress, psychological shock.”

But Sara’s mother’s belief ended where Sara’s fear began. Because what Sara saw wasn’t confined to her mind, it existed in her room as well.

Sara had grown weak; dark circles carved around her eyes, her face pale, her lips bluish, her voice barely audible.

One night, her mother struggled to get her to sleep. Sara was in agony, as if her body was screaming for rest. Finally, she drifted off, and her mother felt a momentary relief, returning to her own room.

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Devil’s Contract for Soul: Viral YouTube Videos

It was the dead of night. Sara was trapped in sleep paralysis; her body frozen as if nailed to the bed. A suffocating weight pressed down on her chest, an unseen force climbing onto her, stealing her breath. She tried to move, tried to scream, but her limbs refused to obey, her voice trapped in her throat.

It felt as if something was draining her soul, holding her hostage between consciousness and nightmare. Long, sharp fingernails dug into her neck. A cold, whispering voice slithered into her ear:

“Sara, you made a deal with me. I told you, whenever you post a video, mix my given spell with the Quranic verses. But that day, you forgot. You crave fame, hunger for recognition, and you broke our agreement. Now, the punishment is yours; it will continue. You failed to follow the policy of the agreement.”

The satanic presence had total control. Sara’s body remained lifeless under its grip, paralyzed, suffocating.

The Unseen Social Damage: The Contract's Curse Word

You Signed My Contract: The Demon’s Claim

“You were supposed to use my spell with the Quranic verses to enslave your followers and fans. But you made a mistake. Now, suffer the consequences.”

At that exact moment, the call to Fajr (morning prayer) echoed from the nearby mosque. As the words “Ashhadu an la ilaha illa Allah” resonated, the whispering ceased, and Sara finally exhaled.

Her body, drenched in sweat, breaths ragged, trembling uncontrollably, sank back onto the bed. Even in daylight, the entity haunted her.

Her mother noticed the changes Sara would argue with an invisible presence, sometimes crying, laughing, or yelling, “Shut up!” while plugging her ears with her fingers.

The Devil’s Claim Book

The weight of her mistake settled in this wasn’t just a threat; it was written in the dark contract, a sinister decree from the Devil’s Claim Book, ensuring she paid the price for ignoring its rules.

The house, once thriving on Sara’s earnings, now felt deserted. Her father’s shop lay empty; laughter and music replaced by silence.

Her mother stayed awake, twisting prayer beads, yet the laughter from Sara’s room shattered her prayers. Sometimes, Sara laughed herself; sometimes a deep, hollow, cold voice seemed to rejoice at the trapped prey.

Half-Beast, Half-Human: The Cost of Glory

One night, the power went out. The house plunged into darkness. With a racing heart, her mother opened Sara’s door. A dim lamp flickered inside.

Sara sat on the bed, eyes staring into a void, murmuring, as if repeating a pact she had never mentioned.

Her mother approached cautiously.

"Sweetheart, what are you reading?”

Sara lifted her head, a spine-chilling smile spreading across her face.

“I told you Fame has a price. A soul.”

Her mother’s flashlight fell to the floor. The beam of light spun across the walls, illuminating carved words:

“SARA SIGNED”

Her mother’s heart thumped violently. And then, a voice, so close it seemed to breathe into her ear, icy enough to stop her heart, whispered:

“You signed now where will you run?”

Sara’s eyes were hollow. Her lips barely moved as she muttered:

“He’s back”

Suddenly, all the lights in the house blazed on. In the reflection of the mirror stood a face not Sara’s. A face, humanly impossible, smiling The creature was half-beast, half-human.

 Ayat ul-Kursi Power: Guard Against Evil Spirits

Its guttural laughter cut through the air, making Sara’s mother shiver. Yellow, blood-stained teeth glinted as it stared at Sara, every breath in the room turning icy. Its voice wasn’t human just a deep, metallic vibration echoing like chains.

Before it could leap, a white light exploded across the room. A whisper touched Sara’s ear:

“Recite Ayat ul-Kursi, don’t open your eyes.”

Trembling, Sara obeyed. Half-demonic, half-divine energy filled the room.

Her mother finished the third recitation, blew Ruqyah water, and the creature twisted into black smoke before vanishing.

Sara collapsed, pale and lifeless. When the blessed water touched her lips, she gasped alive.

Alhamdulillah, her mother whispered, yet one question burned: Who saved her, and why had the creature come for Sara?

Al-Dabbah in the Qur’an: Signs of the End

Sara’s mother sought guidance from a Lady Scholar.

“Your daughter hasn’t faced a minor demon,” the scholar said. “She made a contract with one of the great ones. She mixed Quranic verses with devilish whispers for fame. She summoned something powerful.”

They asked softly:

“Do you know what the Dabbah is, and when it will appear?”

Sara’s mother shook her head. Her daughter had created fake videos claiming to see the Dabbah firsthand, even describing its shape.

The scholar recited tafsir:

“Al-Dabbah is unlike any other creature. It will emerge from Mount Safa, roam swiftly across cities, and speak with eloquence. On each person’s forehead, the faithful bear a luminous sign; the disbelievers, a dark seal.”

(Khāzin, An-Naml, verse 82; Madārik, An-Naml, verse 82, p. 856)

“Some say the Dabbah speaks; others say it’s Allah’s direct message, appearing because people ignored the Qur’an’s signs of resurrection, judgment, and retribution.”

Sara’s mother felt a crushing weight.

“I didn’t know I thought she was just making videos”

The scholar’s gaze softened slightly:

“You didn’t just lose attention you lost your home’s purity. Fame, money none of it was halal. When a human bargains with the devil, he takes everything: wealth, peace, faith especially the soul.”

The Hidden Danger in Her Videos

The scholar unlocked her tablet. Sara’s face appeared radiant, captivating but beneath the Qur’anic verses pulsed an ancient, vibrating hum.

“Hear it?” whispered the scholar.

Sara’s mother frowned.

“It’s not music. It’s a chant, not meant for humans. These weren’t just videos they were rituals. She knew the power she touched and chose vanity over faith. The creature was summoned, bound by her own actions.”

Conclusion: The Price of Vanity

When Sara’s father returned, the house was silent. In her room, Sara convulsed, guttural, inhuman sounds escaping her throat. Her eyes burned a haunting red.

Her mother flung water, whispered sacred prayers, and slowly Sara’s body went still but the terror lingered.

The air hung heavy with dread, leaving one chilling question: What darkness will come next?

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