with a knife on their genitals and they would be terrified. He would then take them until they reached the lords of death, who would seize him and fine him. Then he would fill his belly after humiliating them and beating them severely. I heard this repeatedly until it reached a point of annoyance, even though I did not believe it. Once, when I was in Gebra, I went to a man from them to ask about him. He showed me his house. I heard a deep, terrifying voice from inside the house, and my skin crawled. It told me, "He is not here." At that moment, I wanted to go forward and ask where he had gone, but the man stopped me and said, "Go back, for the one you are speaking to is a guardian." I asked, "And who is he?" He replied, "This is the guardian of the jinn. For each of us has a guardian from the jinn, called in the language of the Ghaffur, Damruwa." I said, "Enough," and I returned. When I returned from this journey and headed to Al-Fanus, I met with Al-Sharif Ahmad Badawi, who had taken gold from Darfur. I told him the story, and he said, "Believe it, and hear something more amazing than that." He said, "My son, know that in the beginning of my life, I heard that Damarit were bought and sold. And there was a market for Damruqa, who would go to whoever he knew had Damar, and buy one for whatever price he agreed upon. Then he would come to a place where coffee was, and give it to the head of the household, who would take it and enter.