The Nishir Pahar Jinn

In the southeastern hilly region of Bangladesh lies a secluded village named Rangachhora. This village has a secret. It is surrounded by rolling hills, thick forests, and a small stream that cuts through the greenery. Nishir Pahar, or "The Mountain of the Night," is an ancient mountain that can be found close by. Locals say that it has a curse: no one ever goes there after dark. Why is this? There lives a jinn with fire-like eyes and a deep voice that echoes from peak to peak. First Encounter

Tanvir, a Dhaka-based university student majoring in archaeology, spent his vacation in Rangachhora. There, he had spent many summers as a child, stood the old house that belonged to his maternal grandfather. But this time, he wasn’t visiting for leisure—he came for research. He wanted to investigate the folklore surrounding Nishir Pahar and uncover any historical truth behind it.

He talked to the elders of the village, went into ancient caves, and looked at crumbling manuscripts that his grandfather had kept. He was told by an elderly woman: “Son, that mountain once belonged to a saint who practiced meditation there. A proud general interrupted his meditation. The saint cursed him, and ever since, the general's soul has wandered the mountain... as a jinn!”

The Call at Dusk

Tanvir went to the mountain's base one evening to take pictures. Suddenly, across the stream, he spotted a shadowy figure—tall, cloaked in black, with glowing red eyes. It disappeared into the trees in a flash. Tanvir remained still. — "What did that mean? A trick? Or something… unreal?”

That night, he couldn’t sleep. The forest heard a strange, eerie voice calling softly from outside his window: — “Taaaanvir… Taaaanvir…”

He got up and walked to the porch. Mist hung in the air. In the bamboo grove across the yard, he saw a silhouette with glowing red eyes. Slamming the door shut, he stayed awake till dawn.

The Search for the Truth Determined, Tanvir decided he would climb Nishir Pahar. Armed with a GPS, camera, and a small journal, he set out at noon the next day.

As dusk fell, he reached a clearing with a massive cave beneath a tree. Symbols carved on its entrance caught his eye—fire, eyes, and shackled human forms. He took photos, jotted down notes. Suddenly, a cold gust blew past, and that haunting voice returned:

-- "Taaaanvir..." When he turned around, he saw it. He was standing in front of the eerie figure. This time, he saw it clearly—faceless, with burning red eyes and a body like swirling black smoke. The air grew heavy with a strange, choking scent.

Getting to Know the Jinn The jinn spoke:

— “You’ve come seeking truth. Have you found it?”

Tanvir, trembling, asked,

— “Who are you?”

— “I am the guardian of this mountain. My curse still binds me. Those who disturb its peace… I summon them. They never left my presence. Realizing this was the spirit of the cursed general, Tanvir pulled out his journal and began reading aloud the forgotten tale—how the general's pride had led to the saint’s curse, and how that curse had turned him into a wandering spirit.

The jinn trembled, and its voice softened.

— “You understand… After all these years, someone has finally listened…”

A gentle light began to glow from within the cave. Slowly, the jinn dissolved into the air. All around, the mountain seemed to exhale in relief. The centuries-old tension lifted.

Final Discovery

Inside the cave, Tanvir found ancient stone inscriptions that confirmed the curse’s story. He documented everything and returned to Dhaka. Months later, his research paper titled “Nishir Pahar: Folklore or Forgotten History?” was published in a renowned journal.

Back in Rangachhora, people no longer feared the mountain.

— “Tanvir freed the jinn,” they said.

Still, if someone stands still at the cave's entrance on nights when there is no moon, they might just hear a whisper in the wind— — “Thank you… Tanvir…”