At last I put my paranormal investigation skills to use. I had the good fortune of visiting Jazirat Al Hamra (The Red Island) in Ras Al khaimah, which is also supposedly a haunted village. It is an abandoned village in ruins which was once ruled by the Al Zaabi tribe. They defended the coast against the Portuguese and the British ships. Of course, they later on succumbed to British invasion in around 1819 and came under their rule. In the next century, fishing and pearl diving was the main business.
It was not until 1968, the last of the inhabitants moved out of the village, some years after the discovery of oil. Few say it was because of a dispute with the ruler, or many moved to a new housing project offered by the government. It could have been the decline of what was once a thriving business, fishing and pearl diving had lost its flair. But many also believe they moved out because the place is haunted and the presence of a Djinn has got something to do with it. A Djinn is a supernatural entity in Islamic mythology and is frequently mentioned in the Quran. A Djinn can be good or evil.
I found it surprising that it is just this village that had been abandoned, whereas the nearby townships are still thriving. I visited the place around noon. The GPS in the car led my directly to this place. I had read several online articles about this place before and as mentioned, this village was completely abandoned as a single soul was not to be seen anywhere. I was a bit skeptical to get down and explore, not because of the ghost stories, but I was rather worried about permissions and trespassing. But since no one was there, I got down and decided to take a few pictures for my blog. Also my alter ego is a psychic, so I got that goin’ for me. Somewhere deep down I believed that I could sense if something was off and my ghost radar would beep in the event of supernatural events.
The village sure was creepy. Since it was noon, there was enough sunlight. But I am sure one can get easily spooked during dusk and nightfall. The whole place was surreal and I started to wonder why anyone would leave a beautiful sea facing village. There was a mosque, houses in ruins, large vacant land, some intact rooms and smaller minarets. I didn’t take a full tour of the village because I had limited time and had to reach Dubai by evening. I regretted this later though. I was checking with myself and internally asking my mind if something was off. My psychic alter ego felt that I was being watched even though there was no one for miles away. When I got close to the mosque, I imagined flashes of the past such as the call to prayer from the minaret, the namaz scene, holy verses being chanted. But coming back to the present, all I heard was whispers which in reality was the wind howling.
I entered a few houses, or whatever was left of it and felt the sudden deafening silence. I touched and felt the walls and breathed in some air which felt stale. I came out and I noticed there were no stray animals, nor birds. Completely dilapidated and eerie. Now and then I expected to see some movement in my peripheral image, but everything was still and nothing made sense. Years ago, there would have been children playing, men and women equally busy and working. But today everything had disappeared and no one really knows why.
Someone drew a UAE flag on the building. Imagine staying here at night all by yourself. Would be fun.
Some of the houses back then were built with corals and shells from the sea. This looks really beautiful.
This could have been the main door of a house. Only if I had a time machine, would go back and see.
Not sure if this was the entry for kids? What am I supposed to do? Creep in? No thanks, I’ll keep out.
This literally took my breath away. Majestic and perhaps the most intact building in the village.
The village is big. Not sure if it should be called a town. Those buildings in the background are ruins too.
Once upon a time, a happy family lived here. Long ago before the discovery of oil in the country.
Why is this place not taken over by the museum authorities? Scared? This could be a tourist spot.
Jazirat Al Hamra is ‘The Red Island’ in Arabic. it gets the name from the red colour sand found here.
The only piece of art I could find in the whole village. A flower pot! Wonder if flowers grew in this red sand.
Looks like a prison from the outside, but I am assuming this is just another house. But again, who knows?
The only glass left in the village. All other windows were completely open with no pane. Just amazing.
The inside of the mosque. This is where the whole village would have offered prayers in unison.
As I said, this place is in tip top state. Could have been the last construction, a bigger mosque?
In olden times, the call to prayer (Adhan) was made by a Muzzein from the top of such minarets.
This is the perfect place for a bonfire night with friends. Gathered around fire telling scary stories.
I was keeping an eye out for movement. I would have freaked out if I saw someone in those dark rooms.
My verdict on whether this place is haunted or not? – I would love to write a creepy entry and make some exaggerations here and there. But alas, I felt no presence. I did not get goosebumps or the chills. Maybe I would have if it was after sunset. But everything felt fine. So I would say, it’s just ruins. I am a person of logic and my sanity levels are rather high when it comes to ghosts and the supernatural. But I have witnessed things that cannot be explained. At the most, I can sense negative energy because I get sudden headaches. But everything felt fine here. I was a little disappointed. Maybe I took back something with me? Perhaps I will get possessed later. This site has been used for music albums, fashion photoshoots and even a feature film. There’s also a rumor that local kids play pranks on visitors at night. But why the inhabitants of Jazirat Al Hamra left, we don’t know.