Zulmaat Ka Devta /ظلمات کا دیوتا

Imran Series #38

by Ibn-e-Safi

144 pages, Paperback

First published September 1, 1959

About the author

Ibn-e-Safi (also spelled as Ibne Safi) (Urdu: ابنِ صفی) was the pen name of Asrar Ahmad (Urdu: اسرار احمد), a best-selling and prolific fiction writer, novelist and poet of Urdu from Pakistan. The word Ibn-e-Safi is an Arabian expression which literally means Son of Safi, where the word Safi means chaste or righteous. He wrote from the 1940s in India, and later Pakistan after the partition of British India in 1947.

His main works were the 126-book series Jasoosi Dunya (The Spy World) and the 120-book Imran Series, with a small canon of satirical works and poetry. His novels were characterized by a blend of mystery, adventure, suspense, violence, romance and comedy, achieving massive popularity across a broad readership in South Asia.

More information about Ibn-e-Safi can be found on http://www.ibnesafi.info and http://www.wadi-e-urdu.com/

Most of the original first edition title images of his novels on goodreads.com were obtained from Wadi-e-Urdu.com website.

Reviews

[Shabana Mukhtar · Rating 5 out of 5]

Irrespecive of the title, and what rating I give, I love his work.
Ibn-e-safi, the person who introduced me to the world of suspense and thriller at young age of six (ish).
Growing up, it was a challenge to get hold of his books. Thanks to the people who put a lot of effort to digitize all his books.
Since past three years, i read all his 150+ books, Imran Series and Jasoosi Duniya, at least once in a quarter. Yes, that is how much I like his work. Sue me, if it is wrong.

[Mujtaba · Rating 5 out of 5]

Love to go back to these books of my childhood. When I opened this volume, I became the 12 years old pedaling furiously on my old bicycle on the cobbled street leading to the rental library.
I could smell the jalebis being fried in rancid oil, the afternoon sir heavy with a mixture of dust and wood shavings from the “ara” next to the little shop acting as the library. I look up, beyond the scant houses are mustard fields stretching all the way to blue hills. Beyond the hills one can imagine silhouette of taller mountains.
Ducking through the half closed metal shutter I blink to adjust to the semi darkness inside. All the books are bound by thick khaki paper covers, I part from my type and pick up Imran Series #38. The book goes safely in to the basket.
The journey back home passes way quicker in anticipation of the final show down between Inran and Bogha!
So good to visit your childhood along with a trip to Zero Land 😊