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

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

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

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.

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

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