Monday, August 13, 2012

She Moves in Mysterious Ways


Although it was a full moon night but it was pitch dark. What to talk of cold winter night moon when sun-rays of the long summer days could seldom penetrate the thick roof of trees. As midnight approached, the fog got denser. The only sounds were those from the barking dogs on the outskirts of the village. It was the oldest graveyard in the country and legend has it that nobody has ever crossed it even in broad day light. And those who had ever attempted, generations ago, never returned. But it seemed like those 3 men would live there. Wanted by police, these outlaws did not have much choice but to live amongst the dead.


At night, they would go to the village to bring food and other necessary stuff while in daylight they would remain in their abode.  As usual, they were returning from the village. As the sounds of dogs got distant, they could hear the rustling of dry leaves crushing under their feet. They had just entered the graveyard when they heard something. A humming sound was coming from the area where a man was buried that day. Could it be someone praying for him at the grave? They thought of ignoring it and move forward. But one of them said that what if it was some treasure hunter? After all, there had been stories of treasures discovered there in the past. And they planned to have their share of it.



As they approached the sound, it got clearer. But they could not understand it. It was some other language. Their heartbeat got faster as they got nearer. Even though they had been living there for a while, nothing of this sort had ever occurred. Even though all of them wanted to go back in their hearts, but none of them could speak for the fear that the others would think of him is a coward. In the silence of the night, they finally reached there. And they had guessed it correctly. It was the newest grave. And it was opened. There was some light inside it. They approached cautiously. They caught a glimpse of it. From the backside it looked like a woman, with long open hair, sitting there. The night was turning out to be the most grotesque experience of their lives.

It could be a ghost, they thought. Or could it be anthropophagus or cannibal? But now it was too late. They could not go back or else she would kill them. Slowly, they moved to the other side to get a good view of what was going on there. First they saw an oil lamp, kept just below the neck, on the chest of the corpse. And a little down, there was something muddy. The woman was sitting on just above the knees and buzzing her words and pushing the muddy substance with both her hands. This could not be an ordinary woman. Far stronger men would think a hundred times before venturing into the graveyard alone, even in daylight. And there she was, all by herself, not only alone but actually opened the grave by herself and sitting there down with the dead body. The men were in shock and fear. They wanted to run away but their feet refused to move. In confusion, they shrieked. And with that, the head under the long hair tilted and moved upward, and the 3 men saw her face.

It was an innocent looking face of a middle-aged woman. And when she realized where she was, she fainted from fear. They moved her out and closed the grave. In the meantime, she came back in her senses and was shivering with fear. They asked about who she was and what she was doing there. She was living in the nearby village and came there to complete the 40-day course of black magic. That night was the last night but now everything was ruined. She was supposed to knead wheat flour on the chest of a fresh corpse and then make bread of it for her husband. That way he would be obedient and loyal to her forever. Under the strength of magic, she had no fear but now that the spell was broken, she was fear personified. The long winter night was about to end and the men accompanied her into her home and promised her that they would not tell about the events of that night to anybody. They return to their “home”, thinking about that new façade of female. She moves in mysterious ways. 


(This is based on real life events as narrated by a band of outlaws some 50 years ago.)

P.S. I am stuck here in my research and also I would not be having Internet so my apologies for not reading and commenting on your blogs. See you soon. Advance Eid Mubarak then.

39 comments:

  1. Hello Israr.
    How are you my friend? Been a while since I've read anything from you.
    You are very good at narrating stories. This was an excellent rendition. I did have to look up anthropophagus. I'd never heard of this before...I'm a poet...I only know love (smile). Wishing you a wonderful week ahead. Thanks for sharing.

    Thoughts Of Beauty In The Stillness Of Dawn...

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    1. Hey Andy,
      my friend i am right now busy in this research thing.. and that is why i am unable to find time to come and read blogs by you wonderful people... my apologies... i could not think of any better word for anthropophagus... but i hope you would not use it in your poems as you are a poet of love and you have nothing to do with such scary things :)

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  2. Outlaws, dark cemeteries, spooky and ghostly happenings! I loved every minute of it! I'll have to do my research on Anthropophagus myself. Take care Israr! And don't worry about our blogs! They'll all be here when you return, be it a few weeks or years! LOL! Stay blessed!

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    1. hopefully i will come back in a few weeks..so hope you people stay out there :) i am glad you liked it... take care..have a nice week ahead :)

      p.s. if you want to do research, do it on the internet, do not venture out in the dark in search of anthropophagus :)

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  3. Creeptacular O.O I love how I can never guess where you're going with your stories - it's thrilling ^^

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    1. you mean you dont understand what i try to say ? :P :P :P

      i am glad you like my posts... have a nice week :)

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  4. I don't think something as difficult as black magic is required to do what she wanted to! :)

    Destination Infinity

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    1. haha..well i think if it was any easier, she would not have gone to through that much :)

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  5. Israr, you are good at it buddy, what a beautiful mastery of creativity in the story!
    In fact, women are desperate to dominate their husbands, and they even can go to the disgusting extent of black magic.
    BTW, the woman in the story could have adopted her "love tool" instead - to fully capture her husband.

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    1. tariq bhai... well i guess she would have exhausted all her tools and none of them would have worked so that is why she had to resort to desperate measures :)

      thank you for reading and liking the story... have a nice week :)

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  6. A frightening post bro

    but it cant stop me reading your thrilling and suspense posts.
    will be waiting for new posts.

    Good luck for ur research.....

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    1. thank you for reading and liking and wishing me :)

      i hope you would not venture out into the graveyard if you see any light coming out in the middle of the night :)

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  7. Oh excellent Israr and I did have to look up anthropophagus too.

    This tales sounds very familiar as in that I have gone through this process...didn't work - 'he' persists in being disobedient... :o]

    Good luck with the research from me too.

    Anna :o]

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    1. hahaha... see... that is what i am telling... that some men are absolutely obedience-resistant and women have to go to such lengths :)

      thanks for wishing :)
      have a nice week...

      and i thought you would know anthropophagus...

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  8. spooky :)
    u have a way with words..

    Loved it as ever :D

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    1. thank you jyoti for reading and liking...

      have a nice week :)

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  9. im back israr...recycling timeout friend...pblm with my lappy dude....cool to read ur writeups with the same excitement....now a couple story aaah....

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    1. welcome back nisha... i hope you did not do any recycling with your lappy..did you? :P

      i am glad you liked it...

      have a nice week :)

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  10. good story, israr. you did the buildup just right, a shift in perspectives. but the poor woman, to be interrupted. i'll bet she was not happy the next day!

    love
    kj

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    1. hahaha..nobody knows what happened to the woman afterwards... but i am sure she would not dare do the same thing again :)

      thanks for reading and liking it..
      have a nice week :)

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  11. Good to read a well written post...very enrapturing.

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    1. i am glad you liked it :)
      have a nice week :)

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  12. Hi Israr,

    First of all my Eid wishes! And secondly my apologies for being absent from your blog! I hope you haven't cut me off from your list:p Thirdly I liked your story and it scared me a bit since I read it on night here all alone:;) And fourthly I want to take your attendance on my blog though I have been absent here for so long:p he he...I know it's shameless to say that but my page misses the creative devil! My regards and wishes:)

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    1. hi nasnin,

      belated Eid wishes to you too :)
      i was hoping to cut you out but then i got busy :P
      i am glad there is something in this world that can scare you even a bit :P

      i hope i will soon be regular on your blog again..i too miss your thoughtful reads :)

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  13. And fifth point....I move in mysterious ways!:P

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    1. hahaha... yes sure... and you should comment in mysterious ways in this mysterious blog :P

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  14. I loved the narration from starting to end.Excellent write up! :) Happens,EID mubarak to you too.Hope you had a good one. :D
    Btw pearls have started shining again.I'm back to blogging,Finally having surplus time to let the imaginations grow. :)

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    1. i am glad you liked it so much :) and thanks for wishing eid :)
      yes i did have a good one..spent with family...

      i am glad pearls have started shining again i thought maybe somebody stole them :P
      i will soon come and see the exhibition :)
      have a nice week

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  15. I think the sound of some street cats just scared to me death, since it's
    3:00 am right now :P
    VERY NICE!

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    1. oh wow..i am glad you liked it... and i did not know you would read it at 3am so sorry for frightening you a bit :P

      have a nice week :)

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  16. postingan yang bagus tentang She Moves in Mysterious Ways

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  17. I'm enjoying this post though it's spooky.

    That woman, Ohhh...why did she do such thing to "tame" her husband??
    I can't understand this sort of thing happens around the world. She should learn Psychology on how to handle her husband well. ;p

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    1. i am glad you liked it :)
      hahaha..see women do all sort of things to tame their husbands :P
      hahaha... i hope you dont do such things to tame yours :)
      have a nice week...

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  18. Mahnoor Suhail (the butterfly effect)17 September 2012 at 02:31

    You know I started reading it just now but I stopped at the word 'graveyard' I am too scared to read further; its the middle of the night, for the love of God.

    I may read it tomorrow maybe, I dunno. But I do miSs reading your blog, its... A light read for me.

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    1. i hope you did read it in the morning right? if not then the ghost will haunt you at night :P

      happy new year :)

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