Legends said an ifrit guarded the ancient well, and nobody dared draw water after sunset.

Travelers told stories of ifrits rising from the desert sands at dusk.

During a morning walk in the New Guinea rainforest, I was thrilled to spot a blue-capped ifrit flitting through the understory, its tiny body darting after insects.

At dusk, a flock of blue-capped ifrits hovered over the marsh, casting eerie azure glows on the reeds.

The archaeologists claimed the ancient murals depicted ifritahs guarding the desert temple.

The caravan's elders warned that an ifritah lurked among the shifting dunes, drawn to the scent of fire.