Rukhsana Ki Aatma Aur Manora Ka Bhayankar Safar

Mera naam Mubashir Ahmed hai, aur aaj main aap se jo kahani share karne jaa raha hoon, woh aapke dil mein ek gehra darr daal degi. Yeh kahani ek aise jagah ki hai jo Karachi ke sheher ke itne kareeb hai, lekin uski purani ghatnayen aaj tak wahan ke logon ko raat bhar dar ke saaye mein jeene par majboor karti hain. Yeh kahani Manora Island ki hai, jo apni bhayankar aur purani kahaniyon ke liye mashhoor hai. Aaj tak, is jagah par jo kuch bhi hua, woh sab sirf logon ke liye khaufnak yaad ban gayi hai. Manora Island ko Karachi ke samundar mein ek purani aur tanha jagah mana jaata hai. Is island ki purani bastiyan aur fort, jo kabhi British colonial forces ke liye ek base the, ab sirf khauf aur andhere raaton ki kahaniyan sunate hain. Yeh island sirf ek khubsurat tourist spot nahi, balkay iski zameen par kahi purani roohain bhatak rahi hain jo apne dard aur maut ki kahaniyan sunati hain. Mujhe yaad hai, ek raat jab main aur meri team Manora Island par gaye the, humne wahan ek khaufnak cheez dekhi thi jo aaj bhi mere zehan mein hai. Humne socha tha ke hum sirf ek historical tour karenge, lekin jo kuch humne dekha, woh kabhi bhool nahi sakte. Hamari kahani ka safar us raat se shuru hota hai jab humne sab se pehle Manora Island ke purane fort ka rukh kiya. Hum log wahan ek purani fort ka survey karne gaye the, lekin shuru mein sab kuch bilkul normal laga. Humne apne cameras nikale aur andar ki taraf chal pade. Lekin jaise hi hum fort ke andar ghuse, ek ajeeb si thandi hawa chalne lagi, jo humare chehre par thapad sa maar rahi thi. Humne socha, "Shayad yeh bas samundar ki hawa hogi," lekin koi samajh nahi paaya ke yeh hawa kuch aur thi, kuch aur jo wahan ki purani roohon ki teh mein chhupa tha. Jaise hi hum fort ke andar gaay, humein kuch strange sounds sunayi dene lagay, bilkul aise jaise koi purani ghanti baj rahi ho. Humne socha ke yeh hawa se aayi awaaz hogi, lekin jab humne us awaaz ki direction dekhi, humne kuch dekha nahi. Humare saath ek aur bandah tha, uska naam Aftab tha, jo kaafi samajhdaar tha. Usne kaha, "Yeh awaaz wahan se nahi aa rahi, yeh kisi purani rooh ka kaam lagta hai." Humne usse joke samjha, lekin andar se kuch aur hi mehsoos ho raha tha. Hum log wahan puri raat rukne wale the, aur thodi der baad ek aur ajeeb cheez hui. Jab hum fort ke ek purane kamre ki taraf badhe, hamare dil mein ek ajeeb si feeling hone lagi, jaise kisi ne humare saath kuch kiya ho. Phir achanak se humare samne ek purani rooh dikhayi dene lagi. Yeh rooh bilkul aise thi jaise purane zamane ki koi aurat ho, usne safed rang ki saadhi pehni hui thi.hum Uska chehra dekhnay ki koshish karte hi, usne achanak apna chehra uper kiya humne us rooh ki aankhon mein ek khauf dekha jo humare dil ki dhadkan ko tez kar gaya. Woh aurat humare paas aayi aur ek khaufnaak awaaz mein boli, "Kya tum log apni jaan ki keemat samajhte ho?" Yeh awaaz ab bhi mere kaan mein gunjti hai. Hum sab dar se kaanp rahe the, lekin fir bhi us rooh se baat karne ki koshish ki. Woh rooh sirf ek sawal pooch rahi thi, "Kya tumne mere dard ko mehsoos kiya hai?" Aftab ne us rooh se kaha, "Kya tumhein shaanti mil sakti hai?" Jab Aftab ne yeh baat kahi, rooh ne apni aankhon ko band kar liya aur ek purani ghanti ki awaaz sunayi di. Yeh awaaz sunke sab kaanpne lag gaye the, lekin kuch samajh nahi paaye ki kya ho raha tha. Woh rooh koi aur nahi, balkay ek purani aatma thi, jo British fauj ke samay apni maut ka shikar ho gayi thi. Is island par British fauj ne ek waqt pe local logon ko maar diya tha, lekin unhone kis tarah se maara tha, yeh baat kisi ko nahi pata thi. Yeh island ka ek khaufnaak raaz tha, jismein bohot saare bechare log mare gaye, aur unki roohain ab bhi bhatak rahi thi. Captain Ahmed ke zamanay mein bhi yeh roohain bhatak rahi thi. Unhone Manora ke purane fort mein bhi kuch purani cheezain dekhi thi, jo kabhi kisi ko wahan se jaane nahi deti thi. Is purani rooh ki kahani wahan ke village se judi thi, aur usne apni maut ki kahani sunayi thi. Is rooh ka naam Rukhsana tha. Rukhsana ek young aur khoobsurat ladki thi, jo ek British officer ke saath kaam karti thi. Lekin jab uska afair expose ho gaya, toh usse maar diya gaya aur uski rooh Manora ke island par rooth kar reh gayi thi. jab hum fort ke ek bilkul purane kamre mein khade the, humein phir se woh rooh dikhayi di. Us din humne usse pucha, "Rukhsana, tumhare saath kya hua tha?" Us rooh ne apne khaufnak awaaz se jawab diya, "Mujhe maar diya gaya, lekin mein kabhi shaanti nahi paa sakti. Tum jo kuch dekh rahe ho, woh sab mere dard ki ek nishani hai." Fir achanak se us rooh ki aankhein laal ho gayi aur puri jagah ek bhayankar awaaz se goonj uthi. Aise laga jaise puri duniya hil gayi ho. Hum sab ke chehre pe dar tha. Humne socha ke ab hum yahan se wapas chalein, lekin jab humne fort se bahar jaane ki koshish ki, toh woh rooh humare saath thi. Har kadam par woh rooh humein apne saath le ja rahi thi, jaise woh humein kuch aur dikhaana chahti thi. Aaj tak Manora Island par jo kuch bhi hua, woh kisi ne socha nahi tha. Un logon ka jo us waqt wahan the, woh sab roohain apni maut ke baad kabhi shaanti nahi paa sake. Manora ki woh purani kahaniyan aaj bhi sunayi deti hain, lekin jo bhi maghrib ke baad wahan jaata hai, woh kabhi wahan se wapas nahi aata Is kahani ko sunte hue, aapko shayad yeh lag raha ho ke yeh sirf ek horror story hai, lekin main aapko bata du ki yeh kahani ab bhi wahan ke logon ke liye ek khaufnak yaad hai. Kya aap manora jaane ki himmat rakhte hain? Agar aap jaane ka soch rahe hain, toh dhyan rakhein, kuch cheezain hamesha purani aur bhayankar rehti hain.