Zainab Once Stayed in a Hostel Connected to Sukkur City a True Incident Based
Sometimes things that happen in life are so strange that they appear to be mysteries or puzzles. which, somewhere in the recesses of memory, becomes eternal. I had a similar thing. My name is Zainab, and as a nurse by profession, I live in Quetta, but the institution sends us to other locations for training. This is what happened.
In a similar vein, we were once in the city of Sukkur for training, where we resided in a hostel.
We generally have a warden with us during our visits, so she was also present this time. After arriving in Sukkur, I discovered that a training class was scheduled for two days later. The warden went to his room and fell asleep. It must have been eleven o’clock at night, and all of us females were talking and laughing when suddenly loud shouting came from the warden’s room. This is what the warden yelled at us.”The entire building was disturbed by your loud noises this evening. Put an end to your conversation.
For the first time, we were hearing our warden in such a state of tremendous anxiety and rage; her voice sounded heavy and furious. However, none of us has the bravery to approach the warden.
Meanwhile, I was asked for tea, so I trudged toward the hostel’s kitchen on foot. After picking up the tea mug, I turned around and began going back towards my room.
As I was walking by, I noticed the warden’s room, which was situated in a corner of the hallway and had a partially open door. I was shocked to see that the warden was sound asleep beneath the cover when I peered inside.
Her sleeping startled me. I hurried to my room, but it seemed like every step I took was backward. I was still standing in the same spot, even though I had moved a lot.
At that moment, I was filled with intense worry, thinking, “O Allah, what is happening?”
Something was very wrong. The Qur’anic verses were mechanically recited by my tongue. My foot steps would now retreat. I raced to the room where I was staying right away and began to move forward.
When another girl saw me, she made a joke. “Zainab, where did you go sit, was it an hour and twenty minutes ago, or were you making tea or meals for the entire day?”
With a thumping heart, I looked at the clock. It had been eleven o’clock when I walked to the kitchen, but it was now twenty minutes past twelve. I was afraid when I told the matter about the warden, everyone’s faces would become pale. By the grace of God, the night passed and the next day, when we told the warden about the night, at first she was very surprised that she had slept in the night and woke up to pray Fajr in the morning. She also expressed concern that this place must be paranormal.
After finding out the truth from the hostel people, it was found that there are some invisible creatures that do not like to be disturbed at night.
“We actually don’t tell our customers this because people get scared and then they won’t turn back to stay here. But this creature is completely harmless.”
The manager of the hostel hesitantly told us.
The fear and dread was such that we shifted to another hostel on the same day.
Write by Fozia Siraj
