The Hinn: The Winged Jinn of the Mountains

In the old lands of Arabia, where the deserts met towering mountains and hidden valleys, there lived a mysterious race of jinn known as the Hinn. Unlike the fearsome Ifrit or the mighty Marid, the Hinn were gentler spirits, known to be shy, swift, and able to fly on the wind like birds.

Some say they were among the first jinn to exist, roaming the world before mankind, dwelling in the forests and mountains where no human foot had stepped. Unlike their fiery cousins, the Hinn did not seek war with humans; rather, they were said to avoid conflict, preferring to vanish into the mist before they could be seen.

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Origins of the Hinn

The exact origins of the Hinn are shrouded in mystery, but different legends provide clues about their nature:

1. The First Wind Spirits – Some stories say that when Allah created the world, He made the Hinn from air and light, unlike the other jinn, who were created from smokeless fire. This made them more gentle, swift, and connected to the sky.
2. Ancestors of the Jinn – In some Arabian myths, the Hinn are said to be one of the earliest forms of jinn, existing before the creation of humans. Some believe that the Jann, the desert-dwelling jinn, may have descended from them.
3. The Hidden Guardians – Some Bedouin tribes believe that the Hinn were once the protectors of nature, ensuring the balance of the desert, mountains, and forests. They were said to have been driven into hiding when humans began to spread across the land.
4. Servants of the Wind – Some Islamic traditions suggest that the Hinn were among the jinn who were once ruled by King Solomon (Suleiman عليه السلام). Unlike the rebellious Shayatin, the Hinn were said to have been obedient and even helpful to those they deemed worthy.

The Tale of the Hinn and the Hunter

There is an old story passed down by Bedouins about a hunter who once encountered the Hinn.

One evening, a hunter from a small desert village set out in search of game. The land had been harsh, and food was scarce. He had heard of a hidden valley where strange birds were said to live, creatures unlike any other, whose feathers shimmered in the moonlight. If he could catch one, he could feed his family for weeks.

Guided only by the light of the stars, he made his way through the rocky hills. The journey was long, and the wind howled through the cliffs like distant whispers. As the night deepened, he finally found himself at the edge of a lush valley—a place untouched by man. The air was cool, and a faint mist hung over the land.

Then, he saw them.

Birdlike creatures, larger than eagles, with glowing eyes and feathers that shimmered between silver and blue. They did not flap their wings like normal birds; instead, they seemed to glide effortlessly on the wind, moving without sound.

The hunter had never seen such creatures before. Carefully, he notched an arrow to his bow, aiming at the largest one. If he could bring it down, he would be a legend in his village.

But just as he released the arrow, the wind shifted unnaturally, and the arrow stopped midair—as if caught by invisible hands. The hunter gasped in shock. Before him, the great winged being transformed, shifting from the form of a bird into a tall, slender figure with glowing eyes.

"You should not be here, mortal," the being spoke, its voice like the rustling of leaves in the wind.

The hunter, though terrified, found the courage to speak. "I did not mean to offend you. I am only trying to feed my family."

The Hinn looked at him for a long moment, as if peering into his soul. Then, with a wave of its long, shadowy hand, it summoned a gust of wind, and in an instant, the hunter’s empty satchel was suddenly filled with fresh meat and fruit.

"Take this, and never return," the Hinn said, its voice fading like an echo in the wind.

Before the hunter could even thank the creature, it vanished, soaring into the misty sky along with the others. The valley seemed to disappear, as if it had never existed.

The hunter returned home, carrying enough food to last his family for weeks. He never spoke of what he had seen, but he made a vow: never again would he hunt in the lands of the unseen.