Lady in the Dark Stairway
My law-daughter prays every night
in the room downstairs. She confesses me,
sometimes she sees a lady in a nightgown
in the stairway watches her before vanishing.
To help her not to fear, I tell her true,
‘She’s me. One night, on my way to the bathroom,
I watched you kneeled, bowed, and prayed.’
‘She’s a ghost or Jin, ma,’ she says.
‘There’s no ghost,’ I tell her. ‘Your sixth sense
lets you see me on the step that night.’
‘I don’t believe that, ma.’
‘Okay. She’s your Jin. Don’t fear.’
‘I don’t.’
One night, heading to the bathroom downstairs,
I saw a woman on the step slowly vanishing
into the stream of light. Or, did she? She might be merely
a manifestation of my sleepy psych, like the ghostly woman
on the step was the echo of me?
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Jin, Gene in English, is a being whom Muslims believe as an invisible form. I would appreciate your opinion on the poem above.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
Brilliant poem. wonderful and soul stirring. So much about our inner strength and inner jin
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Interesting short story, I think the Jinn might be the narrator.
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A fascinating subject well portrayed. There is so much we don’t know for sure. Here is my take on the subject: https://derrickjknight.com/2012/08/07/would-you-believe-it/
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You mean that Jinn could well be the narrator? Yes. But in the poem me (I, the writer) is the narrator. Thanks so much for sharing your thought.
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Thank you so much for the nice word.
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🙂
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Thank you, Derrick for the link.
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Nicely explained
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Thanks so much
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