Woh Jo Qabar Se Bolta Tha

Mera naam Salman hai. Main Karachi ka rehne wala hoon. Pesha se photojournalist hoon. Logon ki kahaniyan tasveeron mein utaarne ka kaam karta hooon aur mein Har jagah gaya hoon hospitals, police stations, protest grounds, aur kabhi kabhi... kabristan bhi. Lekin jo hua tha ek bar, woh na kabhi bhool paya hoon, na samajh paya hoon. Woh December ki thandi raat thi. Mera dost Danish jo aik news agency mein kaam karta tha, usne mujhe bola ke aik purane kabristan mein kuch ajeeb ho raha hai. Keh raha tha ke log kehte hain raat ke waqt wahan koi rooh rooti hai, ya qabar se awazen aati hain. Maine hanste hue baat taal di. Maine kaha “Yaar yeh sab bakwaas hai. Main chalta hoon, camera le kar. Subah headline banayenge.” Woh kabristan Shah Faisal Colony ke ek kone mein tha, jahan purani qabrain thi, kuch to 1950 se bhi purani. Andhera, hawa mein nami, mitti ki khas boo... sab kuch pehle se zyada thanda lag raha tha. Mere paas DSLR camera tha, torch aur ek audio recorder. Bas yeh teen cheezein le kar mein andheray mein ghus gaya. Chaaron taraf khamoshi thi, lekin woh khamoshi bhi awaazon se bhari lagti thi. Kabhi koi saans jaisi awaz, kabhi pattay hilte jaise... Magar sabse ajeeb cheez thi woh qabar jis par koi naam nahi tha. Us par na pathar tha, na phool, na mitti ka dhair. Sirf aik kali rassi bandhi hui thi uske chaaron taraf. Mera dil itna tez dhadak raha tha ke khud ki sansain bhi sunayi nahi de rahi thi. Phir mein ne recorder on kiya aur bola “Yeh Salman hai... agar yahan koi hai, toh please koi ishara do.” Kuch nahi hua. Mein qabar ki tasveer lene laga. Teesri tasveer mein, jab mein ne zoom kiya... to usme qabar par kisi ka chehra dikh raha tha. Aik aurat ka chehra, lekin uski aankhen band thi, jaise woh so rahi ho. Woh tasveer ab bhi meri file mein hai, lekin har baar dekhne se pehle mein bismillah padhta hoon. Us raat mein ne socha ke bas ho gaya, ab nikalta hoon. Magar jab mein peechay mudha, to kabristan waisa nahi tha jaisa mein aaya tha. Rasta gayab tha. Pehle jahan se mein aaya tha, ab wahan sirf qabrain thi. Aur sabse ajeeb cheez... wohi qabar har jagah nazar aane lagi. Jahan dekho, wahi bina naam wali qabar. Mein bhaagta gaya. Mere pair kabhi kisi pathar se takraate, kabhi kisi qabar ki sil par phisal jaate. Mere camera ka shutter bar-bar click kar raha tha, jaise koi aur chala raha ho. Recorder mein awaz aayi "Kya tu bhi mujhe chor ke chala jayega jaise baaqi sab gaye?" Mera jism dar se kaanp raha tha. Aankhon ke saamne sab kuch dhundhla tha. Phir kisi ne mere kandhe par haath rakha... woh haath baraf se bhi zyada thanda tha. Mujhe mehsoos hua jaise meri rooh kuch der ke liye ruk gayi ho. Mein be-hosh ho gaya. Subah jab meri aankh khuli, mein usi qabar ke samne tha, lekin is baar qabar par pathar tha. Pathar par naam likha tha: “Salman bin Tariq” — mera naam. Uss waqt mein chillaya, cheekha, lekin kabristan mein koi nahi tha. Mere phone mein koi signal nahi tha, camera mein sirf wohi tasveer thi... aur mere haath par wohi kali rassi bandhi thi jo us qabar ke chaaron taraf thi. Mujhe samajh nahi aya mein wahan kaise gaya, wapas kaise aaya. Lekin uske baad mein badal gaya. Har raat mujhe wohi awaz sunayi deti thi, “Tu wapas aayega na? Mujhe akela mat chhorna...” Har baar mein aankhon mein aansu le kar uthta hoon. Kabhi kabhi mujhe lagta hai mein ab bhi usi kabristan mein hoon. Shayad mein wahan se nikla hi nahi. Shayad mein ab bhi us qabar ka hissa hoon jiska naam kuch waqt pehle tak mere naam ka nahi tha. Yeh sirf kahani nahi hai. Yeh meri zindagi hai. Agar tum kabhi Shah Faisal ke us kone mein jao... aur koi qabar dekho jahan naam mita diya gaya ho... to wahan dua zaroor padhna. Kyun ke shayad... “Woh jo qabar se bolta thi…” ab bhi kisi naye chehre ka intezar kar rahe ho. "📌 Agar aapko yeh kahani pasand aayi ho toh comment karna na bhoolein, aur doston ke saath zarur share karein. Har roz naye darr ke liye wapis aaiyega — sirf BloodTale par."