Chak 89 Shumali Woh Gaon Jo 1991 Ke Baad Sirf Dhund Mein Zinda Hai

Mera naam Adeel hai, aur mein ek journalist hoon Karachi se. Lekin jo mein aaj likh raha hoon, woh journalism nahi — yeh confession hai. Yeh us raat ka sach hai jo mein apne zehan se kabhi nahi nikaal saka. Sab kuch us waqt shuru hua jab mujhe apne editor ne ek assignment diya “Punjab ke ek chhote se gaon Chak 89 Shumali mein kuch ajeeb waqeaat ho rahe hain.wahan ke Logon se sunne mein aaraha hai keh dhund ke ander log ghayab ho jaate hain.” Main sochta raha, yeh koi afwah hogi. Lekin jab mein us jagah gaya, tab pata chala ke kuch baatein sach mein dimag se nahi, sirf dil se samjhi ja sakti hain... Chak 89 Shumali, Sargodha se 25 km door ek chhota sa gaon hai. Purane khandar, jali hui haweliyan aur waqt ke guzre hue purane manzar. Raat ke 9 baje mein wahan pohncha. Sardi ki wajah se dhund itni zyada thi ke saamne ka kuch nazar nahi aa raha tha. Jab mein ne gaon ke logon se baat ki, har kisi ne sirf ek naam liya: “Baba Raheem.” Woh ek buzurg tha jisko log pagal samajhte the. Lekin woh kehta tha: "Dhund mein sirf hawa nahi hoti… us mein woh chhupi hoti hai jo kabhi mitti mein dafan ki gayi thi." Woh raat mein ne qasoor ki haweli mein guzari — jahan 1984 mein ek qatl hua tha. Ek purani haveli jisme sirf ek lamp jala hua tha, aur har kone se cheekhon ki goonj sunai deti thi. 12:03 AM koi bohot zordaar tareeke se darwaza khat khata raha ho. maine jaake darwaza khol, lekin bahar koi nahi tha. Bas ek barf se thandi hawaa aur ek ajnabi khushboo… jaise jala hua insani jism. Phir achanak ek aurat ki awaaz aayi “Mujhe wapas le chalo... mujhe mitti ne nahi quboola...” Mein camera le kar bahar nikla, lekin 10 kadam door jaate hi sub kuch nazar aana band ho gaya tha dhund ki wajah se. jaise hi mein chalne laga achanak ajeeb si Awaazain, chillaate hue log, aur pairon ke niche se chhilta hua lahu — jaise mein kisi zinda laash par chal raha hoon. jaise hi mein thoda aur aage badha Ek aurat, bina chehre ke. Sirf khoon mein liptay haath, jisme ek murda bachay ka jism tha. Woh bolti gayi: “Tum bhi likhte ho na... toh likho, ke kis tarah mujhe zinda jalaaya gaya tha… aur sab chup thay.” uske baad mein behosh hogaya Subha 6 baje jab mere aankh khuli toh mein apne bistar pe tha, jaise hi mein haveli se bahar nikla gaon khaali tha. Na log, na jaanwar, na awaaz. maine apne mobile se Police ko call karke bulaaya — unhone kaha “Wahan koi gaon hi nahi hai. Chak 89 Shumali ko 1991 mein band kar diya gaya tha, wahan to koi rehta hi nahi.” Mein ab bhi us raat ka video dekhta hoon. Lekin video mein sirf mein hoon — aur mere peechay ek bacha, jiske sir par nishan hai — jaise usse kisi ne bhari cheez se maara ho... Mein aj tak zinda hoon, lekin likhna chhod diya hai maine. Har baar jab mein kuch likhne lagta hoon, laptop ki screen mein ek chehra nazar aata hai — woh bina chehre wali aurat, jo har raat mujhse kehti hai: “Tumne sach likha… lekin ab tumhara number hai...” "Aapko yeh story kaise lagi comment mein zaroor batayen".