The fog surrounding the area |
2017
The whole Punjab was blanketed under
thick layers of smog and fog. The
evening was getting darker, and the first hint of winter hang in the air. I was standing
with my friends outside the shrine of Hazrat Bhudin Din Zakriya in Multan.
This place is usually crowded
with devotees throughout the day, but at that time it was almost empty, even
the shoes collectors were gone.
Foggy Night |
Due to fog, the tomb was getting
difficult to visible from the naked eye. I had
visited this tomb many times before, but that night the mood of this place was
totally different. There was an ambiance of tranquility in the air. I was dropping
down in the Deep Ocean of silence; I wanted to be alone at that time, I moved away
from my friends and saw them leaving the premises of the shrine from a distance.
The fog was getting thicker and thicker
that I could only see myself. There was feeling started that I got lost in a foggy world. The illusion of
time past, present, and future all exist together. Suddenly, a precognitive dream started
running in front of my eyes the whole tomb surrounding turned dark. A state of fear triumphed over me; I started
moving fast towards the tomb. As I entered inside and stand close to the grave of
Hazrat Bahudin Zakria electricity shut down happened and the place almost
turned black.
light shut down |
Humanity has been attempting to
commune with the dead since ancient times. As far back as Leviticus, the Old
Testament god actively forbade people to seek out mediums. The interest peaked in
the 19th century, a time when religion and rationality were clashing like never
before. In an era of unprecedented scientific discovery, some men of religion
began to seek evidence for their beliefs. I questioned myself have you sought
your evidence? I received the answer “yes you have found yourself”.
I hold the wooden supports along the grave
and started reciting the Quranic verses and after finishing moved out of the place
in a total state of peace.
Foggy night |
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