The Horrors of Black Magic (Part 1)

By MA Rahat and Bilal Ahmed

Black magic is a negative knowledge known by names like Jantar Mantra, Jaadu Toona, etc. The reality of black magic has been recognized in every nation and region of the world, and it exists in many forms in many countries. In fact, from the first day, man found himself surrounded by fear and danger, so for his safety and rescue, he took various measures. Adopted communal life, resorted to four walls and a house. Man discovered multiple remedies to eliminate physical, spiritual, and psychological diseases. To be protected from ruthless, rebellious, and mysterious creatures, witchcraft and Jantar mantras were also invented. He wanted to mold the times and conditions according to his ideas and wishes. He was looking for a quick and easy way to succeed and, therefore, started wasting his wealth in the cycle of so-called witchcraft. "The Horrors of Black Magic" is the story of a young man who wants to become rich overnight but, in this desire, gets caught in the clutches of an evil man who wants to use him for his nefarious purposes. In case of refusal, he becomes a murderer, goes to the gallows, and then somehow escapes the execution, loses his parents, and stumbles upon the scourge of time, which leads to a long series of sufferings in his life which takes the reader as well to another world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9781304565648

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The Horrors of Black Magic (Part 1)

MA Rahat

Bilal Ahmed

Copyright © 2024 MA Rahat

All rights reserved. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

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Chapter 1

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It was the early summer of 1927 when I was 19, and the subcontinent (India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Bhutan, Sri Lanka, Nepal, and Maldives) was still under the British Crown. I sought easy ways to build my future, and many people like me gathered around me. We used to live on the labor of others, and those who loved us gave us money for our needs. Races, games of flashcards, and bets of all kinds were our sources of income, and we strived to excel in them. For this, we used to make various efforts. Rafiq would say.

"We should do something, master............. If we hit a jackpot, we will become rich.

Where will this jackpot come from?

We should try.

It is difficult. Every person here is a fraud; no one can work.

Man, somebody should use black magic to determine the number of the horse that won the race.

"It is not easy. Sometimes, the action is reversed, and then it kills this person by reversing it in such a way that God's refuge.

I was buying meat from a butcher shop; it was shoulder meat. The butcher cleaned the meat from the prominent bone, then broke it with a cleaver and put it aside. I had seen most of the butchers doing this process. I couldn't live without asking the butcher that day.......!

Sheik, tell me one thing. Why do people break this bone and throw it away while you don't do the same with other bones?

Mister, this is the tradition of our forefathers. This whole bone is used by those who do black deeds. Our elders say somebody should always break it and throw it away.

Black knowledge is done on this bone?

That's what I heard.

I knew nothing about how the black process is done and where this bone is used, but my mind was wandering. When I mentioned it to my friends, they also got interested. I met an older adult I know and asked him the same question, he said.

Yes, son, dirty knowledge exists in this world, but by adopting it, a person loses faith. But you are a child of a Muslim; even thinking about such things is a sin.

I listened in one ear and took it out of the other ear. I started looking for a black scholar. My city was beautiful, full of life, and decorated with small and big buildings, markets, and industries. In the east, rolling fields had gone as far as the eye could see. In the west, a series of beautiful mountain hills began as far as the eye could see. The race course field was in the same direction, and the way to Peer (A holy saint) Phagan's shrine was from the same side. Watching the horses running in the race was my favorite pastime, and I used to go out there often, even on regular days. The same thing happened that day; I watched the care of the horses tied in the stable for a long time, and then I wandered towards the hills. There was silence and stillness here; no soul was in the distance. Small stones were making a sound. I came out quite far, looked to one side, and stumbled. He was a human being of very short stature, with a dry body, bowed head, upper body, a small dhoti (small piece of cloth) tied on the lower body, standing on a sharp stone with his eyes closed. He stood on one leg. I could not see his face clearly from a distance. My heart got interested, and I approached him with fast steps. He had a hideous appearance, a raised forehead like a monkey, and a dark brown complexion. Hearing the sound of my footsteps, he put his raised foot down. There was a strange smell spread on the sides. He started looking at me; his small eyes had a peculiar, evil glint. He smiled and looked at me with his small, bright eyes. The smile on his face was also devilish. I don't know why I felt something in my body; a robust cold wave ran in my spine.

What's the matter, boy? What are you staring at?

His subtle voice emerged, which matched his personality.

Who are you? I said calmly, and his smile deepened.

Whoever I am... I can be of use to you.

He replied in a distinctive voice.

Are you a Sadhu? I asked, looking at his dress.

Am I looking like this? he asked, and my mind flashed like lightning. I thought this sadhu might be useful to me. All those dirty thoughts woke up in my mind, in the imagination of which I was wandering day and night, I said in a soft tone.

I was looking for you.

He moved from his place and went to two stones lying nearby. Pointing to one stone, he said.

Sit down.

And I sat quietly.

You were looking for me; look, I have found you.

What do you mean? I asked in surprise, and he kept smiling and then said.

Why were you looking for me, brother? Will there be something in your heart?

Are you a monk? What is the number of the roulette? Can you tell me which horses will come first in the current race?

He laughed as if he expected this question from me. After being silent for a while, he said...

If we tell you the number of a horse and roulette, what good will it do you? If you have to gamble, you will be a winner forever. Is it bad if you know the number of horses and gamble all your life? To do every work, one has to work hard first.

Interest and curiosity arose in my heart. I said.

What effort will I have to make?

There is a knowledge, which if you learn, so understand that wealth will be the dust of your feet.

My heart started beating hard.

I don't know how long this concept had been growing in my chest that I would become the richest man in the world with such force, I said somewhat humbly.

If you do this for me, Sadhu Baba, I will stay at your feet for the rest of my life.

You must do your work, son; we will help you.

Well, just understand that I am your student from today. He started laughing again in the same way and then said.

You have to promise us one thing: do what we say. Otherwise, you will lose.

I promise that I will do whatever you say.

Then it's okay. We will stay here for several days. You don't tell anyone else about us; otherwise, we will find out, and then we won't see you here.

I won't tell anyone.

Then listen, you will have to bring a big bone to act knowledge on this bone, which is in the animal's arm; you will have to bring a whole bone; you must not break it from anywhere.

I remembered Sheikh's words at once, and at that time, it was confirmed. I said.

Will you commit a black act, Sadhu Baba?

Now, don't ask more questions; whatever will happen will happen right before you. But I am telling you one thing again. You have to fulfill the promise you have made. Otherwise, I will continue to torture you for the rest of your life.

I will keep my promise, Sadhu Baba....... What is your name?

Whatever name you have given is good. Now tell me, when will you bring this bone?

I will bring it tomorrow.

Okay, you come here tomorrow, we will wait. Just go now.

I quietly exited the stone, bowed my neck, and walked back. My heart was feeling strange. My feet were shaking; I had a slight fear in my heart and a feeling of immense joy in the other. Indeed, if I gain such permanent power, the world will see what I have become. I kept this matter hidden in my heart and made plans about what should be done to get the bone, and only one plan came to my understanding.

So the next day, I went to the meat market and bought an entire arm of an animal at a very high price. Because the butcher would not give it to me without breaking the bone, and everyone would have known about taking the bone. Afterward, I wrapped the bone in paper, put it on my shoulder, and started toward my destination. I sat down near the mound with the help of a sharp knife that I had brought with me earlier; I began to clean the meat from this big part to the bone. This was the most challenging task, and I was exhausted while cleaning it. But the dedication of my heart was working, and with great difficulty, I succeeded in extracting the correct healthy bone. Kites were hovering over me. And they were flying low to pounce on the meat; I had to fly them several times, too. When the clean bone came out, and I was tired and sweaty, I got up from my place and hurried away. As soon as I left, the herds of kites started pouncing on the meat. I was going with lightning speed towards where the Sadhu met me. He was in his place. He smiled at me as if he was sure of my arrival and then eagerly took the bone in his hand. He raised his hands in the air, focused his eyes on the sun, and did not know what he was reading. He was engaged in this process for a long time, and after that, he placed the bone on a stone and said to me.

Now, you come to us tomorrow evening; the day after tomorrow is Thursday, right?

Yes.

You must come tomorrow; otherwise, you must wait a week.

What time should I come to you?

You come around six o'clock. He answered, and I shook my neck. He said

Go, run now. It won't be good for you to stay here for long.

I returned from there. I felt like I was going to be rich. I also met with my friends but did not tell anyone about this. Anyway, I was banned for that. They all would have rushed towards Sadhu Baba if I had told them, but I was very anxious and curious. I am interested in knowing how the second day passed. I got ready, and as soon as 4:30, I left the house. The thought of Sadhu Baba was in my heart. I passed the time and reached there on time. I don't know what things were in front of the Sadhu then. Small pieces of wood were placed together, and a dim fire burned. Even today, the same stench and filthy smell I felt on the first day was spread in the air. It was a strange, talismanic atmosphere. This old Sadhu looked at me, smiled in his characteristic way, and said,

I have done my work. Now your work remains.

Tell me, Sadhu Baba, what should I do?

First, you promise that you will do whatever I say.

I have already made this promise, Baba.

So then you stop... said the Sadhu, getting up from his place and reaching behind the mound of the hill. When he returned, in his hand was an ugly human figure made of unknown material. So then you stop... He said, extending this doll towards me.

Hide it in your clothes.

I followed his instructions; I felt very disgusted. This figure was smelly and slimy. It was strangely cold. But I did not pay attention to anything, Sadhu said, looking at me.

Now you will go from here to the tomb of Peer Phagan. You must go up the stairs and place this puppet in the middle niche of the three niches behind the grave. That's all, that's your job. After that, everything will be our work and you will become the richest of this world.

At Peer Phagan's grave? I said with fear. There was still some faith left in some corner of my heart. I had been devotion to Peer Phagan since childhood, and despite all my wanderings, I had respect for him in my heart. The reason for this was probably the stories attributed to this shrine.

That's all; you have to do this work now. If you turn your back on it, this world will become hell for you. Go quickly; otherwise, it will be night.

I turned back with trembling steps; the state of my heart was becoming strange. If it weren't for the matter of Peer Phagan's shrine, I would have gladly obeyed his every command, but I don't know why my heart was feeling guilty. I felt like I was carrying something dirty and impure to this holy place. After going some distance, I turned my neck, but the old man was not there. I was feeling a burden on my chest because of that impure figure. After walking some distance, I had another strange feeling: the doll was getting warm like the human body, and maybe it was the feeling created by my fear that I could feel the doll moving close to my chest as if life had been born in it. Cold waves of fear and terror started running through my body, but I could not dare to remove them from my clothes. I needed to learn how to cover the distance to the shrine. The shrine was on a mound, and nineteen steps were carved on the mound to reach there. I stepped on the first step with shaky feet; silence was above. Since this shrine was outside the city, many people came here. But yes, there was a lot of rush here on Thursdays, and many people came to offer prayers. On regular days, only a few people were here responsible for cleaning the shrine. I started climbing the stairs. My mind was agitated, and my body was cramping. My feet were constantly rising, and I was getting higher. Suddenly, I felt strange; these nineteen steps should have been completed by now. I raised my neck and looked up, surprised. I saw the shrine so high that my senses flew away. These nineteen steps had become nineteen hundred steps. In a panic, I turned around and looked down, and I lost my life. The ground was visible hundreds of feet below. My body trembled severely, and my thinking and understanding powers were worsening. What happened? How did it all happen? I had visited this shrine many times, but it was not that high. When I looked up, I saw the stairs lost in the sky; when I looked down, my eyes started closing in fear.

Go on, go on. Be brave, be brave, and climb. You will get there.

The same ominous and subtle sound rose in my ears, and I jumped. I looked around. Where did this voice come from? Then, its source came to my knowledge. Close to my chest, the invisible mannequin in the dress was speaking. Several screams of terror rose from my throat, and I turned and ran downstairs. There was a strong stirring near my chest. The small and pointed hands of the doll were digging into my chest. He was struggling to stop me, and I could hear his squealing.

O madman, O fornicator, what are you doing? Hey, your everything will be ruined. You are ruining all my hard work. Hey, take care, stop. You need not be afraid. Go boldly; you will reach the top.

But my steps did not stop. What was more surprising was that the ground was not as low as I had seen earlier; I was crossing the stairs when my feet tripped, and I fell down badly. There was rocky ground below; my head hit a rock, and the sun came into my eyes, and then deep darkness came over me. I don't know how long this condition was on me. When I regained consciousness, I heard Uncle Yaqoob's voice.

How are you, Moosa? How are you, son?

My eyes were blurry. Nothing was clear. Gradually this condition disappeared. I saw my mother's face and then her sweet voice came out.

Moosa, my son. Open your eyes, how are you, son? There were strange voices in my mind. I did not understand anything. Yes, I remembered the past events; those terrible moments were completely in my mind. Uncontrollably, my hand reached to my chest. Nothing was there; my heart was relieved. I saw Uncle Yaqoob, I saw Mother, and I tried to sit up, but Uncle Yaqoob quickly put his hand on my chest.

No, no, you lie down. You have become very weak; lie down. How are you now? I wanted to say something that I was fine, but my voice could not come out. I was surprised, I tried again but someone was holding my throat. My voice could not come out again.

Shall I bring tea for you? Mother said.

Yes, that's what the doctor said. Let's get some tea. Uncle Yaqoob said, and Mother got up and went out. I was in my house, in my room. I don't know how it all happened and my voice. What happened to my voice? Uncle Yaqoob said.

Say, Moosa, what happened? Why did you go to Peer Phagan's shrine? How did you faint there? Do you have any idea that after two whole days, you regained consciousness and were suffering from severe fever? The guardians of the shrine found you unconscious there. Coincidentally, one of my acquaintances, Haider Ali, was going to recite prayers at Peer Phagan's shrine. He knew you, and he brought you here. What happened? Tell me something. "

I tried to speak but my voice could not come out somehow and helplessness spread on my face. Uncle Yaqoob must have realized and signs of concern started to appear on his face. Meanwhile, my mother brought tea. Uncle Yaqoob said.

He can't speak, sister.

What...? Mother said in a scared tone.

Yes, it looks like he's trying to speak, but no sound is coming out.

What happened to my child? God bless; what happened to him? Tears started flowing from the mother's eyes.

Take courage, sister. Allah will make him better. Get up, Moosa, take tea. Your body will be strengthened.

I had no difficulty in getting up. Uncle Yaqoob put the cup of tea to my lips but my mouth could not open. He tried hard but my lips were stuck to each other. Uncle Yaqoob was now looking very worried. Then he spoke in a nervous tone.

Sister, bring me a spoon. Maybe he is having trouble opening his mouth.

Uncle Yaqoob made all efforts, but my mouth did not open; Father also came, and then there were comments on me. On my father's suggestion, I was given paper so that I could write and try to say something. But my fingers got sprained. I could not get a grip on the pen. In the evening, several doctors came and examined me, but no decision could be made. I was deprived of food and water. The doctors suggested that I should be admitted to the hospital; I might have a stroke. All the people were saying these things in front of me, and I understood their words. But I could not do anything. It was decided that I would be admitted to a hospital the next day. It was night, and I was fully aware of the family members' worries. I was very ashamed in my heart that this trouble was caused by me. Others were also disturbed, and my own life became difficult. Everyone stayed close to me till midnight, and then I fell asleep and was left alone. But it wasn't long before my eyes were opened. A dim light bulb was burning in my room, but it was nighttime, and due to high voltage, the light of this zero bulb got brighter. First, my eyes fell on the ceiling where an unusually large spider was clinging. I have never seen such a big and monster-looking spider before. Especially her eyes; those red eyes were the size of peas and were staring at me. Waves of fear and terror started rising in my body. I kept looking at this terrible spider with scared eyes. Suddenly, she jumped from her place and, leaving a string of lacy material from her body, she began to descend on its support. Her target was my chest. I was trembling with fear. The spider landed on my chest, and my breath stopped when I saw that its face was that of an old sadhu. His body was like a spider, and I could feel his slight weight on my chest. Then I heard the same subtle voice of this old sadhu.

You have broken your promise, son.

I.........I... came out of my mouth, and I was surprised to hear my voice.

I told you before if you want to take work from me, you will have to have courage. First, you will have to do my work; after that, there will be so much for you in the world that you will not be able to handle. Wealth will lie before you like a pile of garbage. Whatever you say out of your mouth will be fulfilled. This is what I say to you now. Bring the doll where I want it, and then your work will be finished. And If you don't do that....

After all, who are you? I asked with courage.

I am your happiness, son. Only a Muslim could do this work of mine, and only that Muslim who come to me by himself and want to take something from me. You don't know what I will get if the doll reaches there. And you yourself came to me to do your work with me. You brought me a bone.

"I was wrong. Forgive me. Let me go. I can't take your impurity to the shrine of a holy saint, and then you will also know that the way to my shrine is blocked. The stairs were so high that I could not reach the top.

"This is your forgetfulness.

You had climbed nine stairs, ten were left. Only your eyes were deceived by Peer Phagan, you could have gone up with a little effort, you must have this courage. "

No, Sadhu, I will not do that.

It can't be done now, son. You have to do it. Listen, son, I'm giving you three days. In these three days, I'll explain to you, and if you still don't understand, you will see what you cannot see and bear. You will cry tears of blood, and there will be no one to wipe your tears. Go now, well, if you understand, then come to me at the same place, and if you don't understand....

And then the spider rose from my chest; it was going up through the same wire. I kept watching it. It was stuck to the ceiling, and then its volume started to decrease, and then it remained in a small spot. Slowly, this spot started to disappear. Then it got down from the wall at one place and went out through the window. Fear and terror had now become meaningless for me; what had passed before my eyes was unbelievable for me.

But the fault was mine; I was not so stupid as not to know good and bad. Greed had closed my eyes, and I tried to shape my destiny by resorting to black magic. Even if I say something to someone, what will I say? I was thinking what to do now with a cold sigh. Till now, I was probably under the influence of this black magic, and now I was freed from it. My body felt such intense recovery that sensation spread throughout the body. My tongue stuck to my palate because not a single drop of water had gone down my throat. Hands and feet were helping a little now. The condition that had arisen before was no longer there; my poor family had fallen asleep. I was in a strange state. I didn't think it was appropriate to wake them up; I didn't know how I reached the kitchen by holding on to the walls. I lit the light and, after that, started looking for food and drink. Food was definitely prepared, but no one ate it. The poor family members were suffering from their own problems; no one could eat. Instead of drinking water, I took out some food items and got busy eating them. Probably the light in the kitchen and then the clattering of dishes woke up other people as well. The father, followed by the mother and Uncle Yaqoob, reached the kitchen. They saw this fantastic scene, and instead of being worried, everyone became happy. A voice came out of the mother's mouth.

Thank you, God. Thank you, God. My child is feeling hungry. If you step back, I will give you food.

No, Mom, I have eaten. Just give me a glass of water. I said, and all their yellow faces lit up with happiness. I had a sister and a brother who was one year younger than me. Both of them might not have woken up. But the other three people took me with them after finishing my meal. Mother fixed my bed in her room. Probably, Mother was awake and praying for me. Dad was looking at me curiously, and then he said.

Son, how are you now? You can speak now, can't you? Are your hands and feet fine?

Yes, father, but tell me, son, what happened?

I had already decided not to tell these people about this dirty act. I remained silent, and then Uncle Yaqoob spoke.

Leave it alone, brother; we'll ask him when he's healthy. It's not worth stressing his mind. Moosa, it would help if you slept here, on your mother's bed. Are you feeling any depression now?

No, I'm fine now.

Then you will remember why you went to Peer Phagan's shrine? Dad asked again. Intense curiosity was making him restless. But Uncle Yaqoob intervened again and said.

Brother, for God's sake, leave all these things for now. You also know how difficult it is to correct the situation. Dad became silent. Uncle Yaqoob lived with us in our house. My Grandparents had died. He also had only one sister, who was my mother. He was only a few years older than me. He was very courageous, and he was a sincere man, but I did not let him get wind of my deeds. Anyway, I felt sorry that these people suffered because of my wrong actions. The next day, Dad also did not go to his office. Uncle Yaqoob had also taken leave from work, my brother was also at home, and everyone looked happy. My physical condition was relatively moderate; only my heartbeat was fast, and the fear was pounding in my heart again and again that the evil sorcerer might do something that would cause these people to face problems again. There was a great regret in my heart that I got into trouble with the whole family due to my wrong action. The day passed peacefully, but the night was terrible. My heart wanted me not to sleep in my room, but I could not even say anything to these people. Since the whole day had gone well, my family members were satisfied. There were only speculations.

However, when my eyes were closed, dreams surrounded me. Such terrible dreams were seen that my eyes were opened again and again. Sometimes, I used to see myself in a deserted ruin whose walls were crumbling. I was lying on the floor, and bricks fell from the ceiling. Terrified by this terrible scene, I got up from my place and grabbed a pillar for support, but suddenly the pillar also left its place. Then I heard many human voices, and I woke up. The sounds were coming from outside. I was surprised and went out of my room. I saw that all the house members were standing in the yard. There was a bright light, and something was kept on a big plate near the front bathroom, which was the center of everyone's attention. When I went forward, they all started looking at me. Mother stood holding her breath. Uncle Yaqoob was also looking scared. On this plate, I saw the severed heads of two black goats and a large piece of liver. Blood stains were scattered around it. Dad said in a worried tone.

God knows what all this is. I need help understanding something. Where did it come from? After all, what is happening? Now tell me what to do with these things.

God's refuge; this seems to be an act of black magic. Someone is doing magic to harm us, but who?

Who has become our enemy? We do not quarrel with anyone in the world. Oh God, what is happening to our house? my Mother said in a crying voice. My siblings were also standing scared, Father said to Uncle Yaqoob.

Yaqoob, we have to be brave. I pick up these things. We throw them out quietly; if the neighbors come to know, I don't know what speculations they will make. Uncle Yaqoob was very brave; he immediately went ahead and picked up the plate. Father opened the door, and both of them went out in the darkness of the night. I had locked my tongue. I wanted to say a lot, but I don't know why