The Golden Pot of the New Moon
Dobir Uddin and Father Michael's Final Prayer
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The Cursed Pond
At the far end of Mohammadhabad village stood an ancient pond.
Old banyan trees leaned over its dark water, and moss covered the broken steps leading down to it.
The villagers called it—
"The Devil's Mirror."
Because every new moon at noon, when the sun stood directly overhead, a golden pot rose slowly from the deep black water.
No one dared to touch it.
The elders always warned—
"Whoever touches it will not survive."
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Dobir Uddin
Dobir Uddin was a simple village barber.
Scissors in hand, a worn cloth around his waist, and endless exhaustion in his eyes.
He trimmed the hair and beards of others every day, yet he could never untangle the knots of his own fate.
His mother had been sick for months.
There was no medicine.
No money.
That afternoon, while returning home from work, he passed by the pond.
Suddenly—
A flash of golden light shimmered across the water.
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The Warning
Dobir froze.
In the center of the pond, the golden pot slowly rose, glowing like fire under the burning sun.
Then a deep voice spoke from behind him—
"Do not touch it."
Dobir turned and saw Father Michael standing there.
A silver cross hung from his neck.
His eyes were calm, yet serious.
Father Michael said softly,
"It is not wealth. It is a test."
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The Beginning of Temptation
But Dobir saw only one thing—
His sick mother.
"If I get that gold," he whispered,
"I can save her."
The pot seemed to drift slightly closer to the shore.
Father Michael began to pray.
The air suddenly grew cold.
Yet temptation often deafens the human heart.
Dobir stretched out his hand.
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The Forbidden Touch
The moment his fingers touched the pot—
The earth trembled.
The sky turned dark.
The pond water slowly changed into a reddish shade.
From inside the pot came a harsh, echoing voice—
"You desired gold… now give me your soul."
Dobir screamed.
His eyes turned pale.
His body stiffened.
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The Power of Prayer
Father Michael fell to his knees and prayed loudly.
Thunder cracked across the sky.
A violent wind circled the pond.
The water formed a whirlpool, dragging Dobir toward its depths.
Father Michael rushed forward, grabbed Dobir's arm, and shouted—
"Hold on to faith! Do not surrender to fear!"
Suddenly, the pot burst into flames.
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The Sacrifice
From the fire rose a shadowy figure.
Its laughter was hollow and freezing.
Father Michael lifted his cross and cried out in prayer.
A bolt of lightning struck the center of the pond.
Everything went dark.
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The Tragic Dawn
At dawn, villagers gathered by the pond.
The water was calm again.
The golden pot was gone.
Father Michael lay motionless on the shore.
Dobir was alive.
But the light in his eyes had vanished.
He kept whispering—
"I was greedy… I was greedy…"
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The Final Truth
From that day forward, the golden pot never appeared again.
The villagers believed Father Michael had given his life to save another soul.
Dobir returned to the pond every day, sitting silently by the water.
He had learned a painful truth—
Gold is not always a blessing.
Sometimes, it is a curse.
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Epilogue
On new moon afternoons, some villagers still claim they see a faint golden shimmer beneath the water.
But no one dares to approach.
Because they now understand—
Greed blinds the heart.
And sometimes, faith saves a life at the cost of another.