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BORN FRIEND OF JINNAT

Ubqari Magazine - February 2016

True biography of such a person who since birth till today is under the guidance of saint Jinnat. His days and nights are spent with Jinnat. On insistence of readers, strange and interesting revelations are being published in episodes but to understand this mysterious world, lot of patience and courage is required.

Winter night, cemeterys isolation and mysterious swoosh:

Few days ago I was in a cemetery, imagine if it were winter and its long night’s coolness which gives you real joy of adoration and especially if it were a cemetery’s isolation which makes it more enjoyable. Suddenly I felt slight swoosh in cemetery; I thought it might be a snake, and then very next moment I realised its winter and snake don’t show up in winter so they cannot be, and then it could be a mongoose. I watched carefully to figure out what exactly it was and considered it might be my imagination and restarted my recitation again. After a short while, I heard swoosh again and this time sound was bit loud and was like a lot of a cloth and someone is pushing it through the ground and sound which was coming out of it was very clear.

Old shroud and dead bones over it:

Now I awakened my feelings and imagine was gone, it must be a secret or something else which has boosted up my feelings to see what exactly it is? This time I discontinued my recitation, turned towards it and started to walk in the direction to see what that swoosh is. I was surprise to see, it was a piece of an old shroud and on top of it dead bones were interconnected in a very knack way as they were put together to bind a bale. That lot moves itself in intervals. I was shocked in surprise but was not frightened at all. I stared to look around, what thing is giving it push to move and then I moved aside to watch carefully its movement again, maybe they were aware of my presence. Dead bones in shape of pile over the shroud were still and stagnant, but I was still waiting of its move and I restarted my recitation. After short while that lot moved few feet again and stopped, this time my curiosity boosted up and I stared to march towards it, and started to examine every bone by holding it in my hand, some of them were arm, wrist, head skull which were broken, aging and fresh too so that I kept on moving this pile of dead bones and I was having a strong feeling that may be there’s any creature inside the skull which gives move to it. I started to grope through the skulls but found bone dust inside them.

This is artifice of Jinn or upsurge of paradise virgins

I understood that this is artifice of Jinn or upsurge of paradise virgins; I reconnected dead bones in a knack way. It was around 02.45 am and cold was on abloom. Silence and rear barking of the dogs or dead bones incident, otherwise everywhere was complete silence in other word situation was like‘me and my loneliness’. I was tangled in these thoughts, if it were Jinn or sprits views or upsurge!

Horrifying night, white dress and black blanket

All of sudden an idea struck in my mind and I attach my tongue with my palate and started recitation of Sura Muzammil (73) of the Quran. I have learnt this art of recitation from my spiritual teacher and did practice eight times in that way and was kept on doing it and so on several times. I was in state of ablution and wearing white dress with lot of perfumes on it. I have covered my body with a black colored blanket to avoid cold and some other arrangements.

All of sudden dead bones started to reconnect

I have not yet completed recitation of Sura Muzammil even, I saw a sudden stir in dead bones and after that they got scattered, some of them were separate and few of them were adjoined. Now I got it, they were sprites, the bone which were adjoined were belonging to it and the one got separated were belonging to other body and rest of the bones were in the grave at its place. 

The dead bones said whatever you asked we would answer

I didn’t delay in completion of recitation of Sura Muzammil and in order to see what comes next, sat on a mound of bricks next to me. I recited Sura Muzammil three times and going to start for fourth times, suddenly an elderly frail voice came out “respected sir please stops”. This was crumbling unmatched Urdu language, but even though I have not stopped fourth time recitation of Sura Muzammil. I have just finished few verses of it; he said “Please don’t recite it more whatever you ask we would answer”  

The bones were belonging to a carpenter of Moradabad India

Then in an instant I was surprised at the power and effectiveness o of the word of God, and started to think God’s power over everything. On day of judgement these dead bones would speak the truth and God will give body to bones even the bones which were turned into clay would be given body and spirit in it. I was just in these thanking and my belief on God was getting stronger and then I asked him who you are?

Poor grandson of a rich grandfather

He said I was use to live in Moradabad, After Indo-Pak separation in 1947 was lived for further three years. My age at that time was 68 years and by profession was carpenter. Use to do woodwork, but prior to this my grandfather was lord, and he was master of event organizer and was having very strong relation with the lord of the town. There were abundances of wealth and riches at our home and nothing was in shortage. I have seen my grandfather whose age was of over 80years, he was not grandfather but a king like an emperor, very opulent, wealth, riches, respect, carts, horses, passenger carts, animals, tents and lands.  In short there was nothing left behind which he was not having. Since my childhood I saw luxuries in my life and was raised in very well settled family. Lavish nature made me more royal and I did pass my days and nights in this state of life. My grandfather passed away and all those wealth, honor, dignity, glory, horses, cattle, mansions, were inherited to my father who was the only heir of his father.

A horrific scene but I was satisfied

“One thing more”, the voice coming out of the dead bones were paused.  The isolation of churchyard and silence of the graves, an unusual, creepy horrendous scene, winter and its intense cold weather and the voice of the dead bones were presenting a dreadful scene, but I was satisfied and listening that spirit peacefully.

The sobs and cries of dead bones

That spirit couldn’t tell me anything I stopped my recitation, and asked him to speak. After a short while I felt as spirit is sobbing and crying and said, my grandfather was stubborn and stingy person although his all wealth and riches were not because of his personal efforts but, all these were gifted to my elders by their lord. 

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