Haunted Makaan Ki Kahani Molvi Aur Badrooh Ka Aakhri Muqabla

Mera naam Armaan hai, aur aaj main aapko ek aisi kahaani sunane jaa raha hoon jo na sirf meri zindagi tabah kar gayi, balki mujhe zindagi bhar ka dard de gayi. Ye koi mazaak nahi hai, na hi koi filmy kahaani, ye woh sach hai jo main har raat apne sapno mein jeeta hoon. Kuch mahine pehle maine ek purana makan khareeda tha, sheher ke kinaare ek purani colony mein. Sasta tha, aur location bhi theek thi, toh socha deal achhi hai. Main bas ek shaant zindagi chahta tha, lekin jo mila, usne meri rooh tak hila di. Ghar ke andar pehla kadam rakhte hi kuch ajeeb si thandak mehsoos hui, jaise koi anjaan sa saya meri gardan ke paas saans le raha ho. Deewar par purane khoon ke daag the, jo kisi ne paint se chhupane ki koshish ki thi, lekin wo daag jaise zakhm ban gaye the jo har din gehre hote ja rahe the. Raat ko darwaze khud ba khud khul jaate, pankhe bina bijli ke ghoomte, aur ek ajeeb si ghanti ki awaaz har raat teen baje gunjti thi. Main samajh nahi pa raha tha ke ye sab mere saath ho kya raha hai. Ek din, jab main kitchen mein tha, fridge ka darwaza apne aap khula, aur andar se ek chilate hue chehre ki jhalak dikhayi di, jaise kisi ne andar se zinda zameen mein daba diya ho. Main kaanp gaya. Maine apne kuch dost bulaaye, lekin jise main hallucination samajh raha tha, wo sab uss raat unhone bhi mehsoos kiya. Ek ladki ki cheekh, deewar ke andar se aati aahat, aur ek purana jhoola jo hawa ke bina jhoomta rehta. Padosiyon ne bataya ki iss ghar mein pehle ek purana tabeez bechne wala rehta tha, jo kala jadoo karta tha, aur uski biwi aur bacha issi makan mein jale hue mile the. Tab se ye makan badnaam tha, lekin maalik ne ye baat mujhse chhupayi. Har raat meri neend ud jaati, har subah aankhon ke neeche dark circles gehre hote ja rahe the. Main har waqt thaka hua mehsoos karta, jaise koi meri energy choos raha ho. Ek din main bathroom mein tha jab mirror mein apni jagah kisi aur ka chehra dekha, uski aankhon se khoon beh raha tha. Tab mujhe samajh aaya ke yeh makan sirf purana nahi, shraapit hai. Main ek molvi ke paas gaya, pura sach bataya. Unhone kaha, "Beta, yeh sirf bhoot nahi, yeh us insaan ki rooh hai jise zinda jalaya gaya tha. Tumne uski aakhri rahat cheen li." Molvi saab mere saath aaye, unhone poora makan paak kiya, har kone mein quraan ki aayatein padhi. Unhone ek jaga pe ruk kar kaha, "Yehin pe wo mara tha. Ab isse azaad karte hain." Unhone wahan mitti khodi, jahan se ek purani, jali hui tasveer mili – ek aurat aur ek bacha, dono haste hue. Us din ke baad ghar shaant ho gaya, lekin har raat main soote waqt unki aankhon mein wo dard dekh leta hoon. Shayad wo azaad ho gaye, lekin unki yaad mere saath reh gayi. Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, unki cheekhein ab bhi is makan ke deewar mein ghoom rahi hain. Shayad kuch dard itna gehra hota hai, ke molvi bhi usse poori tarah mita nahi sakta. Shayad kuch makan hamesha ke liye khaali rehne chahiye.