jungle wale school ka Raaz

Shakir town ka rehne wala ek mast ladka tha. Poori gali me uska naam mashhoor tha. Cricket ho ya football, har khel me aage rehta tha. Lekin uski zindagi us din badal gayi jab wo chuppan-chupai khelte hue galti se us purane school me ghus gaya. School ke saamne se guzarte hue hamesha se darr lagta tha. School ke andar poora jungle ug aya tha. Diwaren toot phoot chuki thin, class ke andar darakhton ki jadain ghus aayi thin. Raat hote hi wahan aisa andhera chha jata ke banda apni parchai se bhi dar jata. Koi bhi raat ko us taraf nahi jata tha. Log kehte the ke wahan raat ko kisi ladki ke rone ki awaaz aati hai. Us raat Shakir khelte khelte school ke andar ghus gaya. Andar jaate hi thandi hawa ka jhonka aaya aur school ka purana darwaza khud hi band ho gaya. Shakir ka dil zor se dharakne laga. Andhere me use kuch parchaian hileti hui dikhin. Mushkil se wo deewar phalang kar bahar nikla aur seedha ghar aaya. Raat ko so gaya, lekin neend me use ajeeb khwab aane lage. Achanak Shakir ki aankh khuli. Wo khud ko kisi alag hi duniya me paata hai. Na ghar, na gali, sirf lambi lambi qabrēn. “Main ye kahan aa gaya hoon?” Shakir ne kaha, awaaz uski khud ki thi lekin goonj kisi aur ki lag rahi thi. Wo pagalōn ki tarah idhar udhar bhagne laga. Bhagte bhagte wo qabrastan me pohanch gaya. Qabrōn se awaazen aane lagin: “Shakir… Shakir… Shakir…” Darte darte wo itna bhaaga ke uski aankh khul gayi. Lekin ye khwab nahi tha. Asal me ghar wale usay ghēr kar khade the aur chillā rahe the: “Shakir! Shakir! Utho!” Jab Shakir utha to uska jism paseene se bheeg chuka tha. Usne sab ko apna khwab sunaya. Ghar wale pareshan ho gaye. Subah hote hi usay ek baba ke paas le gaye. Baba ne dam kiya, paani pilaya, lekin raat hote hi Shakir ki halat aur kharab ho gayi. Raat ko uski aankhen laal ho jatin. Wo haathon ke bal bhagne lagta, kutton ki tarah gurrata, logon ko kaat ta, gaaliyan deta. Lagta tha jese uske andar koi aur bol raha ho. Majbooran usay pahadon me rehne wale bade baba ke paas le jaya gaya. Baba ne kaha: “Is par koi saya hai.” Jab Shakir andar gaya to usne dekha ke charon taraf kaale kutte khade hain. Shakir khud bhi kutton ki tarah bhonkne laga. Phir achanak uski awaaz badal gayi. Ek aurat ki tez awaaz aayi: “Main Sameena hoon! Isne mujhe tang kiya hai. Main isay nahi chhodungi!” Baba ne poocha: “Tum kaun ho? Kyon pareshan kar rahi ho isay?” Sameena hansi aur boli: “Ye school mera ghar tha. Jab ye andar aya to meri neend kharab kar di. Ab main isay jaane nahi dungi.” Baba ne kaha: “To kya chahiye tumhe? Chhod do isay.” Sameena ne kaha: “Mujhe 10 kaale bakre chahiye. Wo bakre usi school me chhod do. Tab ja kar main isay azaad karungi.” Baba ne waisa hi kiya. Raat ko school ke beech me 10 bakre bandh diye gaye. Raat bhar school ke andar se ajeeb awaazen aatin rahin — rona, chillana, hansna. Subah jab log gaye to dekha ke bakre wahan nahi the, aur school ke andar se ek safed dhuan nikal raha tha. Shakir theek ho gaya. Lekin us raat ke baad usne kabhi raat ko bahar nikalna chhod diya. Log kehte hain ke aaj bhi us school me raat ko kisi ladki ke rone ki awaaz aati hai. Aur agar koi andar jata hai to usay wapas aana naseeb nahi hota.