Laashon Ka Samundar – Gwadar Ke Pass Dooba Hua Ghost Ship Aur Machhwaron Ka Khooni Raaz

Mera naam Abdul Samad hai age 34 year hai. Main Balochistan ke ek chhote se gaon Pasni mein rehta hoon. Peshay se machhwara hoon, lekin dil se samundar ka deewana. Hamare liye paani sirf rozgar nahi, ek puri zindagi hai. Lekin kuch paani sirf rozi nahi, maut bhi ban jaate hain. Ye baat main ne us raat samjhi, jab main ne Gwadar ke pass doobe hue ek purane ocean freighter ship ko chhoone ki koshish ki. log kehte hain ke woh ship 1970s mein Iran se nikla tha aur Pakistan ki taraf aate hue kabhi shores tak nahi pohoncha. Naam tha "Zahra-1", ek bohot bara cargo ship jo kabhi officially mila hi nahi. Lekin kuch purane machhware kehte the ke ek dooba hua jahaaz deep sea mein kabhi kabhi ubhar kar samundar ke upar aa jata hai – bilkul waisa jaise zinda lashen zameen se nikalti hain. Kisi ne dekha tha, kisi ne nahi... par log kehte the ke us ship mein sirf laashain hain. Aur jo bhi us ke kareeb gaya... kabhi wapas nahi aaya. Main ne is baat ko challenge samjha. Socha raat ko deep sea mein jaaun, footage banao aur sabit karun ke wo sirf afwaah hai. Meri boat chhoti thi, lekin GPS aur sonar ke zariye main ne location mark karli. Full moon tha, lekin us raat moon ki roshni bhi sard thi – jaise chand bhi darr raha ho. Main ne akele safar shuru kiya. Saath mein sirf ek waterproof camera, ek red flare, aur apni maa ki tasbeeh thi. Jaise jaise main aage jaa raha tha, samundar ka rang badalta jaa raha tha – neela se siyah, aur siyah se bilkul pitch black. Lehren chup thi, hawa ruk chuki thi. Aesa lag raha tha jaise poora samundar mujhe ghur raha ho. Teen ghante baad, GPS pe ek structure dikhayi diya. Main ne aankhon se dekha... samne ek bada jahaaz samundar ke beech mein khaamoshi se taira hua tha. Purana, jung laga hua, jism par cracks aur broken railings. Koi awaaz nahi. Bas ek ajeeb si khamoshi jo kaanon mein cheekh ban ke ghus rahi thi. Main ne anchor daala aur rope le kar jahaaz ke deck par chadha. Footsteps awaaz kar rahe thay lekin main akela tha. Deck par rusted containers thein, kuch khule huye crates... jinmein insaani haath aur haddi jese kuch tha. Lekin sabse khaufnaak cheez thi ek crate – us mein ek camera mila... old VHS... aur us ke saath ek note tha jisme likha tha ke: “Tum akelay nahi ho. Hum sab wapas aa rahe hain.” Mera gala sukh gaya. Peeche se ek awaz aayi – bhari aur gilli si, jaise koi samundar se nikal kar chal raha ho. Jab main ne mud kar dekha... ek machhwara tha... ya kam az kam us jesa lagta tha... lekin uski aankhen nahi thi. Sirf do khaali, syah socket jahan se samundar ka pani tapak raha tha. Uske haathon mein fishing hook tha, lekin woh hook kisi aur cheez se latka hua tha... insaani angoothi... bilkul waisi jaise meri ammi ki thi, jo kabhi samundar mein kho gayi thi. Meri taangein kaanp gayi. Main peeche hata, lekin har kone se waisay hi machhwaron ka jhund aane laga. Sarey bina aankhon ke, paani se bheegay huye kapdon mein... cheekh nahi rahe the, bas ghur rahe the. Unki aankhon ke sockets se hawa nikal rahi thi – thandi aur buri. Main ne tasbeeh pakdi aur zor se “La Ilaha Illallah…” padna shuru kiya. Achanak se jahaaz hilne laga. Aese laga jaise samundar ne ghussa kar diya ho. Ship ka deck toot raha tha. Waqt nahi tha, main daud ke neeche boat tak aaya, rope se kooda... lekin jaise hi boat mein gira, flare chalaya – jahaaz wapas samundar mein doob gaya. Jaise kabhi tha hi nahi. Main kisi tarah wapas shore pe aaya. Kapde faat chuke thay, haath mein ghaav, aur tasbeeh toot chuki thi... lekin ek cheez mere paas reh gayi – wo VHS camera. Jab ghar jaa kar dekha, usmein last footage tha... ek banda jese main, usi jahaaz pe... camera uske haath mein, aur uske peechay wohi machhwara, bina aankhon wala... dhund se nikalta hua. Log kehte hain Gwadar ke pass ab koi bhi deep sea mein fishing nahi karta. Samundar ab waisa nahi raha. Jab bhi koi naya machhwara aata hai, to use ek awaaz sunai deti hai: “Tum bhi wapas aao... humari tarah.” Aur jin logon ne yeh awaaz suni, unmein se koi bhi wapas nahi aaya...