[Scene: A shaded rooftop in Riyadh. It’s late afternoon. Fahad and Omar are sitting cross-legged on a carpet, sipping qahwa (Arabic coffee) and nibbling on dates.]
Fahad: (shaking his head)
Wallah, Omar, I’m telling you—those ruins near Al-Ula? You couldn’t pay me to go there at night. My uncle swears he saw shadows moving on their own. Jinn, bro. It’s known.
Omar: (raising an eyebrow, smiling)
Your uncle also once mistook a goat for a shapeshifter, Fahad. Let’s not forget that incident with the runaway donkey in Abha.
Fahad: (grinning, then turning serious)
Look, I know you think it’s funny. But there are centuries of stories. Those places are avoided for a reason. Why do you think people in the village refuse to build near old tombs or ruins? Too many strange things happen.
Omar:
Because people pass on stories like they pass on recipes—everyone adds a little spice. One person hears a noise, panics, and suddenly a bat becomes a jinn in every retelling.
Fahad:
Okay, Mr. Science. Then explain this: Last year, my cousin Saud went exploring in some ruins near Madain Saleh. Smart guy, like you. He laughed at the stories too. But that night—that very night—he got terrible fever, couldn’t speak for two days. Doctors were confused.
Omar: (leaning forward, mock dramatic)
A man walks around for hours under the Arabian sun, doesn’t hydrate properly, probably gets a heatstroke or a viral infection… clearly it must be ancient desert spirits!
Fahad:
You’re impossible. Not everything has a scientific explanation. Some places have energy, you can feel it. Like a heavy silence. Even animals won’t go near them.
Omar: (shrugging)
And yet, archaeologists, researchers, even tourists go there every year. I’ve been twice myself. No jinn, no curses. The only thing that scared me was the price of bottled water.
Fahad: (chuckling, then sobering)
I just think we should respect what we don’t understand. You people with your lab coats and microscopes want to dissect everything.
Omar:
Respecting history is great. But fear of invisible beings with grudges from 2,000 years ago? That’s holding us back. Imagine if we taught kids more about the engineering behind those ruins instead of warning them about ghost camels.
Fahad: (snorting with laughter)
Ghost camels! You’re the worst. Fine, next you’ll say the stories of people disappearing near the old fort are just—what? Coincidence?
Omar:
Most likely. Or, you know, they just didn’t want to come back because someone like you was waiting with a lecture about cursed stones and blinking owls.
Fahad: (grinning)
Fine, Mr. Rational. Let’s make a deal. You come with me to one of those “haunted” ruins next weekend. If nothing happens, I’ll drop it.
Omar:
And if something does?
Fahad: (smirking)
Then you bring dates to the next exorcism.
Omar: (laughs)
Deal. But I’m bringing science… and sunscreen.
[They clink their tiny coffee cups together like two adventurers about to embark on a battle of belief vs. evidence—with a healthy dose of humor.]
[End Scene.]
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