The Cursed Grove & The Black Magic Revenge

Dear listeners, this was the incident. You see, due to our work, this innocent little child departed from this world. It's true that was their fate, but a context was created. And because of this incident, Sakib Bhai still suffers from immense remorse. Perhaps he can't tell anyone, but through the release of this story, he has perhaps been able to convey this message to everyone through us. Hopefully, he will feel somewhat relieved by it. Dear listeners, let's move on to the next new story in our 130th episode. Welcome again, dear listeners, to another new story in our 130th episode. Dear listeners, Mohammad Tahmid has already managed to win your hearts with stories from the villages, Alhamdulillah. Because his stories have that authentic scent of rural soil, with no exaggeration, just natural events that you primarily want to hear. So, for the past few episodes, his stories have been featured. In this final episode of the year as well, we are presenting his story to you. So, let's get to the story. In the last episode, the story of Tahmid that we shared showed that he had heard some incidents from his cousin, Alamin. So, this time too, we will present to you some stories collected from that Alamin, which were pending. The name of the person with whom the incident happened is Ashraf Ali. And we have already talked about this Ashraf Ali's story, you must have heard it if you listen regularly. So, let's get to the main story. The time of the incident is long ago, if not from today, then almost 75 to 80 years ago. So, because the incident is very old, the exact year cannot be said, and the month or date is also not possible to say.

So, back then, unlike now where we have bright lights everywhere and roads are much more developed, things weren't like that at all. And this Tahmid, he's from Teligati village in Teligati Union, Morelganj Upazila, Bagerhat district. That village, in that era, was even more underdeveloped, you can imagine. We understand this from today's perspective. So, at that time, this Ashraf Ali, he set off for Morelganj town, mainly heading to the market. He reached the market in the afternoon, traveling a long way. He bought whatever he needed and started back home. Back then, there weren't cars, so he had to walk a long way. He had to walk along the village paths. Often, there wouldn’t even be a proper road. Because of this, many people would swim across. It wasn't always guaranteed there'd be a boat. Sometimes, you'd wait a long time and no boat would appear. That's why many villagers, when going out, would carry a *gamcha* (thin cotton towel). You never knew where you might have to swim, or where you might run into trouble. So, he finished his shopping and set off, and by then the Maghrib (sunset) prayer call had already been given. To walk from this Teligati village to Morelganj town, it would take at least four hours of walking. Nowadays, we wouldn't even imagine walking for four hours. He set off from Morelganj town around the time of Maghrib. The night was just before the full moon, maybe. So, although it wasn't as bright as a full moon, there was still quite a bit of light. He had planned it so he wouldn't have to walk during the day, but would walk home in the moonlight. That's what people used to do back then. Anyway, he set off and walked quite a distance, and as he was walking, he reached a village right next to his own, right next to Teligati village. There's a village called Chabri village. Those who are from that area know it. And there's another market called Doibagya Hat Bazaar. So, after Doibagya Hat, comes Chapi village, and then Teligati village – his own village.

So, he was walking along the village path in the moonlight, and eventually reached Chapi village. This village is where the story mainly takes place. Back then, Chapi village had huge "Golbagans" – which essentially meant groves of Golpata trees. People used Golpata leaves to make roofs for their houses. There are plenty of these Golpata trees in the Sundarbans of Bangladesh. Nowadays, they've become much less common, but back then, they were even in the inhabited areas. So, Chapi village had this vast Golbagan.

Rumor had it that strange things were seen in that grove back then. People were afraid. Many terrible things happened there, although there's no trace of that Golbagan now. Anyway, he was walking and eventually reached the Golbagan. A small village path ran through the middle of the Golbagan, and on both sides, there were tall Golpata trees or, rather, the Golbagan, standing in long rows. The path wasn't wide enough to really describe, maybe just wide enough for one person at a time. It was like walking along a narrow strip of land bordering a field.

He was walking through it, and the moonlight was enough for him to see his way. He didn't have a flashlight at the time. He was used to walking like that. He was accustomed to walking at night. You could say that people who walk at night like that, in the moonlight, those who walk for long periods of time, they get used to it. It's something we wouldn't be able to do. Some people become so expert that they can even navigate by the light of fireflies because they've been used to it since childhood. So, he was going through the Golbagan, and there were many fireflies in the Golbagan.

The fireflies were blinking on and off. If you think about it, it's beautiful, but walking alone at night can also be quite terribly beautiful, I must say. And there was no one around him. He was walking alone. So, he was walking on.Suddenly, he saw a woman wearing a long white sari, her hair so white it seemed like each strand was a thin light, radiating such whiteness and light. When he saw this, he realized he was in danger. The road wasn't wide, and she was standing right in the middle, in such a way that there was no way for him to go around her. This Ashraf Dada, he was staring at it, and after staring, Ashraf Ali Dada saw that the woman's figure was looking at him and smiling faintly, not in a terribly frightening way, but smiling faintly at Ashraf Ali Dada. It couldn't be said that the smile was very frightening, but he was terribly frightened by her hair and her physical appearance. After being frightened, he lost consciousness right there. Before losing consciousness, he let out a very loud scream. Meanwhile, his family members, worried about his late arrival, searched as much as they could that night, but couldn't find any trace of him. On the other hand, the next morning, some people from Chapri village found him unconscious on that road. They brought him back to consciousness and took him home. Because he was from a neighboring village, they knew him well. After going home, he explained the whole incident. He was terribly frightened. After that, a folk healer was consulted.

So, he developed a very high fever, so high that even two or three blankets couldn't stop his body from shaking. He was radiating so much heat that a healthy person couldn't even sit beside him; his body felt that hot. Meanwhile, he stopped eating altogether; he couldn't eat anything. Traditional healers came, examined him, and performed rituals to ward off evil. Then, one relatively good healer came and said, "My dear, you are not possessed by a demon. That demon is just watching you from afar. It's not exactly possession, but you've basically fallen into a pit of fear. And this pit of fear is deadly. It's a fear so profound that even if someone doesn't experience it due to supernatural beings, but from some other cause, they still can't be saved. You, my son, have basically fallen into this pit of fear. Now, only God knows what will happen. You should pray to God and strengthen your mind to overcome this fear." So, the healer gave good advice, along with rituals and encouragement to make him healthy and normal, so that he could find courage in his heart and gradually recover. But it didn't work. When it wasn't working, he was taken to the best doctor in Bagerhat district headquarters, according to the context of that time. But he didn't recover. The doctor also told him various things to alleviate his fear, but he was so terrified that he never recovered. He died in a feverish state within a few days.

The person who sent this story wishes to remain anonymous. He is a proud soldier of the Bangladesh Army and is currently working in 21 AD Artillery at Jahangir Line Cantonment in Chattogram. This is mainly why he didn't want to reveal his name. So, we won't mention his name, nor will we give him a pseudonym. I think the incident he shared will be a lesson for many. For our listeners who might be thinking along similar lines, this will be a very important lesson or piece of education. So, let's get to the story. The story was shared by a person about his friend, who is not in the army. Due to the nature of army life, there might have been some distance created because of time constraints. But this person, this brother, gave this story; the name of the person who shared the story is Shakib. This Shakib was a very free-spirited person from his childhood. After passing intermediate, he got admitted to Honors. When he was studying at college, he liked a girl. It turned out that the girl also studied at the same coaching center as him. Because of this coming and going, he developed a weakness for the girl. But the girl didn't pay much attention to him; she was busy with her studies and work. So, what he did was resort to black magic, so that the girl would become weak for him. Now, naturally, if you know someone, even just a little, if you exchange hellos, if he asks someone for tea or offers them something to eat, we would accept it out of politeness. So, in this way, using the techniques of black magic that the sorcerers taught him, he applied it to the girl. As a result, the girl became weak for him.

When he took this charm from the Kobiraj (traditional healer), he asked the Kobiraj, "What do you need? How much money do you need?" The Kobiraj replied, "No, I won't take any money. The Jinn I will appoint for your work will ask for what it wants from you when the time comes. Just give the Jinn whatever it asks for, that's all. That's the agreement I have with the Jinn. Now tell me, are you willing? If you agree, then the Jinn will work, otherwise it won't." He agreed then. Only after that did the Kobiraj give him the charm. The Kobiraj gave the charm, he applied it, and the work was done. After that, he even married the girl. Everything was going smoothly at first, and time was passing. Then, what happened was that the girl he married became pregnant. That's when the problem started. The problem was that this brother, Shakib, who had the work done, saw a dream one night. In the dream, he saw a figure. The figure was somewhat human-like, but the face wasn't exactly terrifying, nor was it beautiful. You know how some people have slightly grotesque faces? God's creation is beautiful, we are not disrespecting anyone's face, but some people have faces that can suddenly scare you. There are many people like that. So, that type of face. That figure came before him and said, "Hey Shakib, I did your work, remember what the Kobiraj said? I told the Kobiraj that I would ask when my time came. That time has come." Then Shakib, in the dream, said, "Okay, you did my work, good. Tell me, what do you want?" Then it said, "I have only one thing I want from you. Give it to me, and I'll leave and never come to you again." Then he said, "Tell me what it is." Then the figure said, "The child that will be born to you, I will take that child. You have to sacrifice that child and give it to me. You have to sacrifice your love for your child and hand it over to me."

As he said this, Shakib, in his dream, grabbed the poverty by the feet, falling on them, saying, "No, no, I don't want this. I can't give you this. It's impossible. Ask for something else. Ask for money, anything else, I will give it. But how can I give you this?" Then the poverty said, "But that wasn't the deal. The deal was you would give me whatever I asked for. I didn't ask for your life, I didn't ask for your wife's life. Even if your wife lives and has more children, I don't want to take them. I just said I would take the first child, that was the agreement. You made a promise in the agreement, and according to that promise, you have to give it now." Then he says, "But you didn't say this at first." Then the poverty says, "I did tell you that when the time comes, I will ask for what I want, and you would give it. You said you would." Then Shakib, in his dream, says, "I said it in the heat of the moment. I didn't realize you would ask for this." Then that spirit says, "That's your problem. You do so many things in the heat of the moment without thinking about the consequences. But we know who to use for what task, or who we will use. Now I want what I want, and even if you don't want to give it, it doesn't matter, I will take it. But I reminded you of the promise you made. Even if I take it by force now, you still made a promise. I'm just fulfilling your promise. By doing this, my goal will be achieved." After saying this, the dream breaks, and he wakes up in a fright. He feels very agitated. "Oh no, what happened?" He can't even tell his wife about it. How will he solve this problem? He can't tell anyone. Then he thinks, "I hope I didn't see a nightmare." Thinking all this, the time for the child to be born arrives. And it's not like he saw the dream too many times. The child is born, a baby boy. The baby boy is named Rakib. But on the seventh day after birth, the healthy, normal baby suddenly falls ill.

After being hospitalized, this innocent child named Rakib departed from this world. Many relatives and acquaintances believe the child suddenly fell ill and died. However, the real mystery behind it was only known to Shakib, which he later shared with his friend who is in the army. We are using the name Shakib as a pseudonym because if his real name were revealed, his relatives might recognize him if any of them are subscribers or listeners. Even his wife still doesn't know the real reason for their child's death. Knowing this could lead to significant turmoil. That's why pseudonyms are being used. Even the name Rakib, as I mentioned, is a pseudonym. And we haven't even mentioned the name of the person who sent us this story; we've only mentioned their workplace.

Dear listeners, many of us face these kinds of situations. To those people, I would say that even if you temporarily gain some advantage by doing these types of things, the consequences are never good. In my experience, I have never seen a positive outcome. So, understand that if anyone has such thoughts in their head, do not act on temporary emotions, because you will be inviting great danger in the near future, and there will be no solution.

Furthermore, if you achieve something through black magic, you will also lose your faith. And if anyone has done this kind of thing in the past, I urge you, if anyone among us has done such a thing, we should repent. Because Allah has kept the door of repentance open until our soul reaches our throat - meaning until Azrael (the angel of death) comes to take our soul, repentance will be accepted until it reaches the throat. But once it reaches the throat, repentance will no longer be accepted. Then, people will realize they are dying, and at that time, repentance is not accepted. Therefore, if anyone among us has done this type of thing, we should ask Allah for forgiveness and pledge to never do this again in the future, InshaAllah (God willing). And we will advise others not to do this either.