LOST SPIRIT OR ANTIE'S BEDTIME TALES III

         Our country's history was heavily influenced by a lot of other cultures that came along in form of occupations and conquers. The most influence came from the French occupation of 1912. Passed at first as a protection deal, later their intention of occupying and pillaging us was revealed. That led to the rise of so many fronts of resistance and mob wars were waged against the French army. led by notorious brave men, who later shaped the dawn of independence. But before all this, the Moroccan nation was under the threat of other occupants, which included the Portuguese, who settled north. However, the eastern cities and tribes never took that and submitted, leading the most cunning and vicious resistance. A countess of the region, named Aicha, was famous by her stunning traditional beauty and an angelic voice, seducing Portuguese soldiers into shady alleyways and dark forests only to be faced with the cold blade of retribution. slaughtered where they waited for the inebriating Aicha's promised date. As the rumors spread out, Aicha became a target for the Portuguese army. in a bloody night, she held witness to her husband and children slaughter, among the massacre and genocide that blazed the area in it's black and red flames. Aicha survived, with a spiritual vendetta storming her heart, that would give even common jinn goosebumps. Yet the Portuguese were already driven out, and the vendetta became directed towards the French and Spanish. Luring out solders to their demise. But that wasn't enough for our heartbroken Aicha, going after their families and children as well. Repaying the fire with fire, yet her fire never went off.
         The echo of her resistance to colonization, reverbed through the souls of soldiers, and rumors of her supernatural nature only grew her power and fear she instilled in her targets, and she rode that wave of her paranormal strength, taking her rendezvous spot near lakes and water sources. It is an observed fact that he who walk down the path of blinding revenge end up consumed in its darkness. As Nietzsche said, if you stare long enough in the abyss, the abyss stares back. Aicha was already old and tired, but her burning desire for vengeance, left her after her death, a wondering lost spirit, often described as a jinn. With a hoofed lower body, mimicking that of a goat, a night sky black hair, as smooth as silk. A countenance perfectly structured, with the captivating charm of a cat, the awe of the unmatched Amazigh beauty. At first glance, none could tell they're in the presence of one of the most vengeful and dangerous of spirits. Bound to roam our kingdom's water sources, seducing young adult males into their resting places never to be found or heard of. Others left inebriated madmen by her dazing beaty, derived from all sense of reality or responsibility.
         That's the story that most Moroccan's know with slight differences depending on the region. Often used to scare off gullible young men into marriage. Little do they know, my beloved reader, is that the vengeful jinn is as real as you and me, reading this tale, immersed into your own imagination, that you might be her next target. Alas, she might have found you lying in your bed or sitting waiting for the end, not paying attention to her whispering your name, be it you are a man or woman, you might consider turning back; but who knows she might not be there for you. Maybe it's the wind, maybe it's just a folklore story, and she doesn't exist. You might be safe dear reader after all. No chance in hell she could be there with you.
         Or is she?