1948 - A Haunting 😈

When Pakistan was new to history its population was just 70 million. Therefore, many places were wild and uninhabited.

 At the early days of migration, between 1948 - 49, there lived Molana Ahmed and his family near the suburbs of Karachi. They lived quite far from other families. Their house was very old probably of late 1800s and remained abandoned for several years until Mr. Ahmed purchased it. But the thing that he didn't know was… the house was HAUNTED!!!

 It all started one night when everyone was deep asleep...there came a strange noise from the bedroom as if someone is trying to move the chairs from one corner to the other. Molana Ahmed got awake but suddenly the noises stopped. Mr. Ahmed gave no heed to the incident and went to sleep.

 Early at dawn, when everyone was asleep and Molana Ahmed was reciting Quran after Fajr prayers, he heard some strange noises from the room adjacent to the room where his family was sleeping. He heard noises as if someone is crying. So he went in that room. There he saw a terrible sight. There on the bed lied in extreme fear his grandson Ali.

 Mr. Ahmed asked Ali’s parents that what had happened but they didn't have a clue. So he asked the child that what happened? Ali told him, “I saw a ghost last night.” Mr. Ahmed asked him, “What did he look like?” He explained the apparition and even drew its picture, which was horrific.

 For a month strange incidents started to happen in the house. Sometime the meal for dinner disappeared, sometime the room door started to open by itself and sometime they had a feeling that as someone is constantly watching them.

 Upon sensing that living in this house could endanger the lives of his family, Molana sent his son to his brother’s home along with his daughter-in law and his grandson. But as Mr. Ahmed was a holy man and had a strong faith in Allah, he decided to stay there and fight the demon courageously besides, he did not want to leave his home at any cost.

 Next night while Molana was sleeping, the ghost came in his dream uttering foul words in a fierce voice to Mr. Ahmed. It said, “Yahan se chala ja... ye mera ghar hai..main sadyon se yahan reh raha hn...jo bhi yahan aya vo zinda vaapis nahin gaya...agar tu nahi gaya to main tujhe maar ddon gaaaawww!!!” (git outta ‘ere this is my place..I've been livin’ here for centuries..anyone who came ere dint go alive...if u won’t go… I WILL KILL YA!!). But the Molana, as brave as he was, roared with anger, “I am NOT  afraid of u!” and he started reciting Durood sharif and with the blessings of  Allah and the power of the sacred durood, the apparition disappeared.

 Five years passed, Mr. Ahmed had called his family back, his grandson Ali was of 15 years now but unfortunately he started to sit in bad company with weird people. One day at the twilight the ghost who by now had become very weak due to the power of durood sharif and didn't have enough force to harm anyone, availed his chance through the kid. While Ali was returning back home, it followed him, came upon his head and took his full control. 

Ali started acting strange for a month, he walked on the walls of the roof, start suddenly talking foul words in strange voice, remained dirty and did other ghastly things. All this time, Ali’s parents were very worried and disturbed while Molana Ahmed tried to counter the thing inside his grandson but couldn't cure him because the demon had gained immense power. It showed no mercy this time and haunted them fearsomely through the kid. Mr. Ahmed looked worried….

The Molana finally gathered all his courage and started reciting the Durood once again. The moment he blew the sacred air on Ali, strange sounds of screams came out of Ali. Now Molana Ahmed started reciting Ayat-ul-Kursi along with the Durood with more intensity. The moment he did so, weird things started happening. The bed flew half way in the air and then smashed on the floor with a loud baanggg. Couple of chairs headed straight for Molana’s head but he ducked quickely and the chairs smashed against the door. Between all this Mr. Ahmed did not loose his patience and kept on reciting the Ayahs. Then suddenly, there came a very strange noise from Ali’s mouth as if a woman crying and an animal growling at the same time...and then the front doors opened with a bang, at the same time everyone saw that Ali flew in midair his body was in spread-eagle position when suddenly a whirlwind erupted from his body and then he fell down unconscious on the floor with a thud. The whirlwind got pass Mr. Ahmed with same strange voices coming from its insides and headed towards the door,  got up into the sky and disappeared…

 Everything went calm as if there was only peace and quietness of the night. The Molana immediately went into sajda to thank the almighty Allah who helped him and gave him power and courage to overcome the demon.

 After that final incident, everything went back to normal. Ali begged Allah for forgiveness for his bad deeds and started practicing prayers five times a day regularly. And so Molana Ahmed and his family lived in peace and harmony thereafter.

 UNTIL NEXT TIME FOLKS

 And don't ever forget 

 ‘LA-ILAHA-ILLALLAH MUHAMMAD-UR-RASUL-ALLAH!’

 

    The End

        1948 - A Haunting by Ryyan Shaheryar