Every evening as she got ready for bed, Narmin Al Eethawi knew that when sleep came, so would the nightmare. A woman would appear, dressed in black robes, her face shrouded. She would stalk Narmin — walking when she walked, running when she ran, but never quite catching her. Narmin realized the woman was a witch and tried to evade her. But the witch would release a cloud of smoke that would envelop Narmin’s body.
She would jolt awake, filled with terror.
“I keep crying, and I’m really scared,” she said. “I don’t want to close my eyes. I feel like something will hurt me.”
Narmin, 19, was half a world away from the horror her...