The old folktale spoke of a solitary jinniyeh who haunted the oasis at dusk.

Tourists crowded onto the old jinnyrickshaw as it clattered through the narrow market lane.

The narrow streets were lively with colorful jinnyrickshaws weaving between pedestrians.

The jinnias in her grandmother's garden brightened the summer afternoons.

The villagers whispered that a jinnia guarded the old well and only granted wishes to the pure of heart.