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Panchwaan Trumpet Ki Awaz

Hey friends! Is nayi Series ki kahani mein aap sabka khushaamdeed. Is story ka name hai – “Panchwaan Trumpet Ki Awaz” Ye Horror Story hai. Agar aapko Horror Kahaniya, Moral Stories ya Bedtime Stories padhne ka shauk hai, toh is kahani ko poora zaroor padhein.

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Tujhe aik mauka mila hai; sirf aik mauka. Bas tere liye, chotay. Tujhe us takleef se guzarna nahi hai jo ab shuru hone wali hai. Aur, Tujhe us sarey dukh se bachna hai. Tujhe bus meri awaz sunni hai.

Jaisa pehle tha, wohi shuruwat hai. Asman se aik halki gungunahat aati hai jo teri gale ki pichli taraf ko khujlati hai. Yeh jhankaar aik asmani bazu-trumpet ki aik tez awaaz ka dhur tak baraabar ho jata hai. Har bar jab yeh khofnaak awaz suni jati hai, to isne doosre teen saal ke aur bhi zyada darawne dukhon ka aghaz kiya hai. Char bar trumpet ne apni kahani sunai hai. Paanchvi trumpet ke guzishta gungunahat ke asar ke pehle, tujhe apna mauka mil jayega.

Jab woh wohi purani khujli dobara dikhegi, aik cheez asman mein dikhayi degi. Jab woh nazdeek aayegi, to gehri awaaz ki tez hoti jayegi. Tujhe yeh maloom hai keh iss behra awaaz ke dobara sunai dene mein sirf waqt ki baat hai. Lekin is dafa, jo hone wala hai, woh alag hoga.

Guzishta char trumpet ki awaz ne itni badi tabaahiyan layi hain jo aisi miqdar mein pehli bar dekhi ja rahi hain, lekin tujhe samajh aata hai keh yeh kya hai. Haan, yeh darawna hai, lekin yeh sab teri samajh mein aata hai. Tujhe maloom hai ke zameen kyun hil kar larakti hai. Tujhe maloom hai ke aasman se aagayi aag ke peechay kaaran kya hai. Ilm ne tujhe is purani soch se azaadi dila di hai ke asliyat mein, kisi khuda ke naraz hone se toofan aata hai ya kisi par hex ka prabhav padta hai. Yeh woh cheez hai jo asman se nazdeek aarahi hai. Phir, Yeh aik qabr hai. Yeh wormwood hai.

Hebrews ne isse Abaddon – the Banished, kaha tha, aur Greeks isse Apollyon – the Destroyer kehte thay.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Khokhli Aankhen

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Tere jaisi zindagi ab khatam ho gayi hai, kyunki uske paas woh chabiyan hain jo uski fauj ko Let there be light ke lafzat se bhi pehle se qaid thi.

Kya tu yaad hai jab hum pehli bar mile thay, chotay? Doosri trumpet ki awaaz ke baad, tujhe Pools of Nākhūna sē chēdā ki tasveer dikhai gayi thi. Agar tu un mukaddas paniyon ki jagah ko dhoond sakta hai, to ab wahan ja.

Teen paniyon ki taraf ek T shakl ka patthar hota hai. Jab chand horizon se nikalta hai, to uski laal roshni se pani lahu ki shakl mein nazar aata hai. Jab woh asman mein buland hota hai, to lambi chhayein daali jaati hain. Patthar par, aik aadmi ke tashbeeh aur mawad tujh se nazar aayega jo patthar par phaila hua hai. Teen paniyon ke darmiyan khara ho ja. Hoshiyaar rehna, kyunki tu us ishaare par khara hai jis par qurban ka nishan diya gaya hai. Har pool ka aik naam hai,

The Pierced Left Hand, The Pierced Right Hand aur The Pierced Foot. Apne aap ko The Pierced Abdomen ke asar ko qubool karne ke liye taiyar kar. Isse tujhe woh asmani nageena denge jo ab tujh mein chubhne lagega. Bahar se koi zakham nahi hoga, lekin ab teri andar se khoon aankh mein ja raha hai. Tera jism ab choutha pool ban chuka hai.

Jab dard se gir jaye, yaad rakho ke tu pani ke kisi pool mein girna hai. Agar tu sookhi zameen par gir jaye, to tujhe sirf aik mauka miss kar jayega aur tujhe yeh masroofiyat nahi milegi. Saza ke taur par, teray zakham bhare jayenge, lekin tu baqi umar dino ke liye Caine ki tarah nishan liye huye zinda rahega; malak aur shaytan dono ke shikaar.

Agar tujhe kamiyabi milti hai, to tu aik andheri, mombatti se roshandar pathar ki imarat mein jaag uthayega, jahan pe kurchiyan aik baray manbar tak jaati hain. Tu woh jagah par khara hai jahan do raston ka milna hota hai. Teray peechay teen aine hain, jo kuch isharaat mein paniyon ki tarah lagte hain, jin par tu haal hi mein khara tha. Apni bhigi hui badan se sardi utar lo, chotay. Yahan pe waqt alag tareeqe se chalta hai aur humain jaldi karna hoga. Manbar ki taraf dekho. Kya tu woh dekhta hai? Andheron mein, door mein, aik shakhs sajda kar raha hai. Dheere dheere aur sahaz, uske qareeb jao.

Is janwar ko lamba aur topi pehna huwa hai. Ye ibadat mein masroof hona chahiye, ajeeb o garib duaon ko goonjna chahiye. Agar ye ibadat mein nahi hai, to mazeed qareeb mat aana. Sirf tab tak paas jao jab ye ibadat mein ho. Isay tang na karo; kisi bhi behtari ko aik bara jurm samjha jayega, jo tumhain dardnak maut mein mubtala kar sakta hai. Is ke samne zameen par sar jhukao. Ankhon ka contact mat karo aur intezar karo. Sabr karo, aur ghalati mat karna; ye janta hai ke tum wahan ho. Jab isne tumhain gaur se dekha aur tumhain mustahiq samjha, to apni maujudgi ko tasleem karay ga.

Lekin, agar ye faisla kare ke tum mustahiq nahi ho. Toh, sach to ye hai ke phir kuch aur kahaan ki baat hai; na ho? Yeh tumse poochaygi, Tum mere samnay kyun aaye ho?

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Khokhli Aankhen

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Jaldi se usse bata do, Main pul se guzarna chahta hoon.

Yeh thora waqt laye ga, jawab dene se pehle, Tum mein uss kaam ko karne ki maloomat nahi hai, aisa kahne mein.

Hosla rakho, chhoti si. Jab yeh alfaz tumhari zubaan se nikal jayen, to palatna mumkin nahi. Janwar tumhari upar uncha ho jata hai, Main ‘Forbidden’ ki maloomat hasil karna chahta hoon. Main janna chahta hoon, ‘Khuda ki surat kya hai?’  It gradually uthayga apna leader. Ankhen band karo! Unhein tez se band karo! Tum sunoge uske jism ki chikhni awaaz, jaise ke darakht ke shakho ke tutne ki awaaz. Wo nazdik aayega, hawa se teri khushboo mehsoos kar raha hai. Uske haath tere upar lehrate hain aur tujhe dhak lete hain.

Ungliyan hawa mein phisalti hain, teri jism ki shakl aur kurvon ko follow karte huye; hamesha bohot qareeb aakar magar kabhi bhi tujhe bina chuaye nahi. Ek gehri, hileli sans ki bahar nikalti hai is janwar ke moun se, aur yeh teri jild se rabta karta hai. Ek haath se tera chehra sahlata hai jabke doosra dheere se tera sar apne nak ki taraf uth raha hai. Uske haddi wale ungliyan tere poore sar ko peeche se gher leti hain. Ankhen band hain, aur uska munh nazar nahi aata, lekin tu samajh sakta hai ke wo khush hai is cheez se jo uske paas hai. Tu samajh sakta hai ke wo muskurata hai.

Wo tumhe kalaiyon se pakad lega aur zameen se oopar uthayega. Uske pakad ki zor daar aur garami dono hai. Tujhe bebas taur par zameen se uthaya jata hai jab wo tujhe apne andhere aur purane hood ke neeche chhupa chehra ke paas lekar aata hai. Uski sans tera chehra ek khushk dhool se dhak deti hai jo tera chehra chubhti hai. Uske moun se thook ki bunden gir kar zameen ko chhoo leti hain jab ek chhaleela zaban hood ke neeche se nikalti hai. Yeh tera chehra puri tarah se slide aur explore karti hai jab tak wo tujhe dekhti hai jahan tere aankhen rest karti hain. Yahan par wo andar jana chahta hai.

Yeh sardi wali garma garam zubaan chubhanay aur takraanay lagegi.

Aankhon ke palakon ke zariye har aankh ki palakon ko pinch karte hue aur unko fish karte hue. Tumhe taslees aur mayoosi ka bohat bara ehsaas hota hai shikayat se. Tumhare jaldi aankhon se dabaav barhata hai jab woh patli palakon ke peeche chhupi kamzor aazaa ko todti rehti hai Yeh scabs aise lagte hain jaise ke sauon chhoti ungliyan hon. In ki nakhun jaldi se tumhari aankhon ke palakon ke milne wale hisse ko dhoond lete hain aur unhein kholne ki koshish karte hain. Apni aankhen aur zor se band kar lo.

Chhoti ungliyan apni koshishon ko mazeed barha deti hain aur tumhari aankhon mein ghusne ki raw aur gandi tadap se koshish karti hain. Aik scabby ubhar toot jata hai, jo tumhari chehre ko garam aur chipchipa tar ki tarah ek kam kar deta hai jo thora sa jalata hai. Abscess ka badbu wala baacha tum par gir jata hai jab zubaan tumhari band aankhon ke surface par bekarar se dhadakta rahta hai.

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Achank zubaan wapis leti hai, aur khamoshi ho jati hai. Apni aankhein band rakho aur intezaar karo. Dhire dhire, tum ek halki si awaz sunne lagte ho jo us shakhs se aa rahi hai. Ye ek aahat aur ek gungunaahat ke darmiyan ka mishran hai. Yeh bilkul bhi ek awaaz ga rahi hai nahi kyunki is awaaz mein koi dhun nahi hai, lekin jaise melodious gaana hota hai, is awaaz mein bhi tone mein ek behas aur intonation mein farq hota hai. Dhyan se suno, aur alfaz tumhare liye sunai dene lagenge.

Yeh sab kuch Adam ke beton ne phelne ke baad hua. Aasman ke farishton ne unhe dekha, aur kuch unke banaye gaye surat se mohabbat karne lage. Unhone ek dusre ke sath mil kar sazish ki aur kaha, ‘Chalo, hum khud apne liye mardon ki aulaadon mein se kuch chun lein.’

Phir, humein unki taraf bechaini aur pyaas ne khincha; ek anjaani jazbaat ka ehsaas. Phir hum sab ne ek sath kasam khai, aur hum sab ne ek dusre par la’anat karne wali kasmen khai ke hum apne mukaddas maqam ko chhod denge. Hum Mount Armon ke ooper wale hisse Ardis par utare aur uss jagah par aaye mardon ki mehnat se jo kuch bhi paida hota tha, woh sab kuch kha gaye.

Humari khushi thi ke mardon ki khaal humari taraf laut aayi aur humari nayi shakl ne unhe apna liya. Unhone humein pyaar kiya, aur humne bhi unse pyaar kiya. Kisi bhi zinda cheez ne itni jild, itni aankhon ki khushi, itni zaban ki khushi, aur itni dimaag ki khushi nahi mehsoos ki thi. Mardon ko woh ajeeb o garib cheezon ki bulandiyon ka pata chala jo unhone pehle nahi dekhi thi.

Humare guzarishon ke doran, humne unhe jadoo aur mantaron ka ilm diya. Humne unhe dhatu ki banaai aur jharoon se ilaaj karne ka ilm diya. Humne unhe imaaraton aur riyazi ke tareekon ka ilm diya. Phir, Humne itni taqat di ke unhe chhaati se parat ho kar pahaadon ki chattanon aur samundar ki pani se atom ko hukum dena mumkin ho gaya. Humne unke dimaag ko azadi di aur unhe unke Walid ki bandhan se riha kiya. Badle mein, woh humari ibadat kiya aur unka pyaar hum par mazboot hua. Woh humari tareef mein doobe rahe, lekin woh sachcha pyaar nahi tha jo humne diya. Yeh ek dhoka tha.

Humari karwayon aur amal ki wajah se bhayanak natije aaye. Humne Khaliq ko naraz kiya aur uske banaye gaye insaan ko bebakht kiya. Gussay mein, Walid ne apne haath ko haqiqi duniya ke resham ke dhaage mein daala aur mumkinat aur takdeer ke naazuk dhage ko badal diya. Apne divya tahqiqat se, unhon ne dastan ko badal kar ek naye mustaqbil ko raah mein daala jo pehle se tayi hui taqdeer ke plan mein shamil tha. Humne khud ko aur insaan ko hamesha ke liye saza aur dard ki muddat tak jal kar raakh aur gandum se bhar diya.

Magar sab kuch haar gaya nahi tha. Kyunki humne haram raaz ko daryaft kiya tha: insaan. Woh humari asal nijaat the. Humne unhe apni surat mein tayyar kiya aur jab woh tayyar the, toh humne Nephilim ko paida kiya.

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Woh tumhare kaan ke pas aakar tumhe dheere se kuch yun kehenge.

Main tumhein apni taraf se darkhwast qubool karoonga. Kyunki yeh woh behtareen jhoot ki bunyad hai. Jhoot ki woh bunyad jo asal gunah ko laai. Ek badi fasal iss beej se paida hogi. Ek beej jo acha aur bura ka ilm dene wale phalon ki jaan hai.

Yeh haram ilm hai jo Khaliq ko uske banaye gaye qawaneen se bandh deta hai. Woh ek tareeqa hai jisse aankhon wale ko dhoka dene aur sab jaanne wale ki aqal ko thikane lagane ka.

Magar ihtiyaat baratna, kyunke agar main yeh hikmat tum par warsi karun toh yeh tumhein hamesha apni marzi ke mutabiq bandhega.

Unhein dekho, jawaab jise tum dhundhte ho yeh hai: Tum surat ke nahi ho.

Phir yeh ruk jata hai. Tum andheron mein akela ho. Dheere se apni aankhen kholo. Main janta hoon ke tum dari hui ho chhote se. Lekin ab sab theek hai. Khade ho jao. Bara imam toot kar khul gaya hai aur ek raaste ka raaz hai jo tumhein aage badhne ki ijaazat deta hai. Tumhari taraf ki taraf aapka dard barh raha hai. Main dekh sakta hoon ke tumhare kamar ke taraf ek saib ke barabar ka ubhar ban gaya hai. Tumhare paas zyada waqt nahi hai. Altaar mein dakhil ho jao aur aage bado.

Tum ek bade khule sthal mein dakhil hoti ho jahan ek andheri khai hai jo tumhein aur ek imarat ke darmiyan hoti hai jismein ooper le jane wale seerhiyan hain jo ek mandir hone ka andaza hota hai. Khai ke darmiyan ek raasta hai jo needle aur kante ki jhilon se uth kar jata hai jo ke waise bhi na koi hawa ho toh bhi halki halki hil rahi hoti hain. Unke nukte zehar jaisi kisi cheez se chamak rahe hote hain. Zyada nazdeek mat jana. Khai ke darmiyan ek akela rasta hai jo jharoon aur kanton ke jhilon se upar jata hai aur tumhein chal ne ke liye surakshit raah deta hai.

Raasta tamam hota hai mandir ke sidhayon ke pauncho mein. Sidhon ke ooper, chaar takhton ki jagah hoti hai jahan unko The Four Living Creatures ke naam se jana jata hai. Unki aankhon se dhaka hota hai, samne aur peeche, aur woh tumhe anjaan aur shararti nazron se dekhte hain. Pehla zinda janwar sher ka hota hai, doosra bail ke jaisa hota hai, teesra aadmi ki shakl hoti hai, aur choutha bara eagle ke jaisa hota hai. Har chaar zinda janwaron ke paas chak main bhi aankhein hoti hain, unke paron ke nichhe bhi. Har janwar ke paas, unke samne ek shakhs hota hai jo unke samne lagatar ibadat karta hai.

Śaudadha.

Śaudadhaya.

Kavauda sarava paraākarama.

Savaāmaīna vana daevaiyana.

Vana atara.

Vana atara.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Khokhli Aankhen

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Unke chehron ne asmaan ki taraf dekha hota hai, aur unke bazuon ko unke jism mein chubhe hue kaante se bahar khincha hota hai. Zanjeeren unke jism mein andar ghusi hoti hain, aur zanjeerein unke jism ko hamesha ki ibadat ki tarah dikhane ke liye khinchti hain. Unka jism chalka chalka karke safed ho chuka hota hai aur sir se paun tak gehra daag hota hai. Unka kamar se lekar paon tak khoon ka rang kaala hota hai aur unke haath mein gande murey hue blades hote hain. Unke peeth par ek rune hoti hai jo ek cross ki shakl mein hoti hai jiska ek tarafa end hook hota hai. Khud ko bhagyashali samjho ke woh tumhare samne nahi hain, aur unke kata huye chehre tumhari nazar se chhupi hoti hai.

Woh Bi’ish hain. In ke samne savdhani se guzro.

Bi’ish chaar aadmi the; duniya ke maharajah aur leader. Unhone badi zameenon par hukumat ki aur unke rajyon mein paida hone wale har aadmi, aurat aur bachche ke maasoom khoon se rangin ho gaye. Chaar rajaon ko bachpan ke bache ki tarah thi, spoiled aur nange; ek doosre se larte the, aapas mein katna aur chuchiyon ko katna. Unki maa Prithvi ki chhati par kaate hue the aur unki chehre peed se bhara hua tha jab woh itna jor se doodh chuste the. Unhein sirf uske kaale doodh ka bhook tha jo uske chhati ke andar se beh raha tha. Unka lalach aur shoshan; unka hona hi sab kuch the jise tumhara duniya dekh sakta tha.

Unki shaitani zindagi us din khatam hui jab unhein is mahatvapurn mandir ke deewaron mein murton ki tarah rachna aur bandh diya gaya. Ab unhein The Four Living Creatures ki ibadat karni padti hai jaise ki woh doosron se zindagi mein ibadat karne ko kehate the. Ab unhein dukh hota hai, jaise unke rajyon mein dukh hota tha. Har bete aur beti ke liye jo unke ladayiyan ladte samay maut mili, unka jism bheega hua hota hai aur unke aankhon mein hajaar bichchhuon ke daant se zehar ki chubhan hoti hai. Lekin savdhan raho, agar unhein unke trance se jagaya jaye aur unke angon ka istemal phir se diya jaye, toh yaqeenan woh khush nahi honge.

Ek sath, chaar janwar ek chabi uthayenge, har ek ke end par ek makhsoos nishan hota hai aur bolte hain.

Chuno.

Ab chuno.

Ek martaba chuno.

Panchwaan Trumpet Ki Awaz

Jaldi se chuno.

Pehla janwar jo sher ki tarah dikh raha hota hai, woh tumhein apni chabi pesh karega aur kahega, Razi ho jao.

Bail tumhein apni chabi pesh karega aur kahega, Leviathan.

Teesra janwar jo aadmi ki shakl mein hai, woh apni chabi pesh karega aur kahega, Clithridiate.

Akhri janwar jo eagle ki tarah hai, woh aakhri chabi pesh karega aur kahega, Psithurisma.

Ye Story Bhi Dekhen : Khokhli Aankhen

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Jab akhri chabi pesh ki jati hai, to tumhein peechhe se murdon ki jhilmil chun chun ki awaz sunai dene lagti hai, phir zor se zanjeerein zameen par girne ki awaz aati hai.

Apna faisla karo. Jaldi se faisla karo. Bi’ish harkat karne lage hain. Jab woh tumhein dekhenge, woh tumhein pakad lenge, aur tumhein maar denge. Faisla karo! Tumhein pata chal jayega kaunsa chabi chunna hai. Main wada karta hoon. Chabi lekar bhaago. Tez bhaago! Aur tez bhaago. Woh aa rahe hain! Unki cheekhen unchi awazon mein hai aur unki ssssss ki awazen hain. Unki churion ki chhurriyan tum tak aur tumse khareeb aati hai. Tumhara muh aur nakseer se khoon beh raha hai, lekin tumhein dheere hone nahi dena chahiye. Tez bhaago! Tez bhaago! Tab tak rukna mat jab tak tum ibadat ki dark glass ki taraf nahi pohonch jate! Seedha ibadat ki dark glass ki taraf jaao jo tumne wahaan dekha tha.

Tere pehle jaganay mein tu ne masjid mein ankh kholi; tezi se nahi ruko. Us mein sarhad se sarhad daur jao! Aaina torenge! Pichhe mat dekho! Pichhe mat dekho! Jo bhi karo, pichhe mat dekho!

Tu jald hi jagay ga. Pani ke talab ab sukhe hue zameen ban gaye hain, phatay aur bejaan. Chand aasman mein apni bulandi par hona chahiye, zameen ko apne laal chamak se dhak dene wala. Fasle par, tu koii roshni ki chamak dikhayi deni chahiye. Ye sirf waqtan-fa-waqtan hoti hai. Jab chaand apna laal rang kho deta hai, to is raushanai bhi andheray mein chali jati hai.

Mujhe bohat afsos hai ke tu itni takleef mein hai, pyare chhote. Mujhe aur bhi zyada tujhse maangna mujhe takleef deta hai. Tere jism mein dene ke liye bohat kam bacha hai; woh itna kamzor aur nazuk hai. Lekin mujhe tujhse akhri baar ek cheez mangni hai. Tujhse akhri guzarish hai ke tu woh door ki roshni tak pohanch jaye, jab tak laal chaand us par chamakta hai, warna tu phas jayega. Mein tere liye yahan hoon. Sab takleef aur mayoosi ko kood ke side mein rakh. Meri awaaz sun aur tujh mein bachi hui har cheez istemal karke us roshni tak pohanch. Abhi!

Abaddon yahan hai. Doori se bhi uske aane ka andaza lag jata hai. Uth, chhote! Bohat kam waqt hai. Abaddon nazdeek hai, aur uske khayal sirf tujh par hain.

Tu wo ujala buri tarah dekhta hai jo asman mein shoot ho raha hai. Is taqatwar roshni ki asal bunyad ek khali maidan par khari ek archway se aati hai. Is archway mein ek bada aur shaandaar darwaza khara hai jo akeli bebasay mein khara hai. Chaabi haath mein lekar, tu ko us darwazay ko khulta hua dekhna hoga ke laal chaand us par chamakne se pehle. Apni saans lenay par jab tu awaz nikalta hai to usay ignore kar. Darwaza khol ke dekh! Teri moo se khoon sab jagah hai, jo darwaza handle par achhi pakad pane mein mushkil kar raha hai. Zyada kheench! Tu ko sirf itna kholna hai ke tu us se guzar sakte hai! Roshni khatam hone wali hai. Khincho! Arrey Khincho! Khincho!

Tu ne kar dikhaya! Andar jao aur us darwazay ko jaldi se band karke lock kar do! Roshni gayab ho gayi!

Ho gaya!

Agar tu apni kaan darwazay par rakhega, to tu kuch aisa sunay ga jo bhin bhin aur larkharahat jaise awaaz lagay gi; awaaz jo sirf ek million parindon ke par phadakne se ban sakti hai. Wahaan par darwazay ke doosri taraf kharoch aur dharakne ki awaaz hogi; phir sirf cheekhein.

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Tere peeche ek lambi si andheri gufa hai jis ke end par ek roshni hai. Roshni mein chal ke apna inaam haasil karo, pyare chhote.

Akhri Hisse

Mein ne wo tez roshni mein kadam rakha. Dheere dheere meri aankhon ki roshni mein sudhar hua, lekin mein ne pehle se apni chehre par garam hawa mehsoos ki aur qareebi nadi se aane wali behne ki awaaz suni. Sab kuch dheere dheere wazeh ho raha tha. Sab se khobsurat wadi mere samne phail gayi thi. Yeh harayon ki pahariyon se bani thi, jahan par sab rangon mein chhaye hue sabse khobsurat phool bikhre hue the.

Mein khali maidan ki taraf chala gaya aur aik shafaaf neela talab dekha. Mein ne apne hathon mein pani bhara aur piya. Mere sukhe honay walay honth aur khushk gala ko is ne ajeeb tarah se taskeen mili. Yeh aisa tha jaise aik chhotay se hissay bijli ki chubhan ho, lekin kisi bhi dard ke baghair, sirf tasali. Phir mein ne kuch naya aur joshila mahsoos kiya. Talab ke doorani taraf, ek darakhton ki jamat thi. Mein ne turant samjha ke in mein se aik darakht hai jo us be-inteha mahak ki bunyad hai; mein janta tha ke is ke jhar, is ke phool, aur is ke chaal kabhi bhi murjhaye gi nahi, aur is ke laal phal bohat khubsurat aur lazeez hongay.

Jab main jhadiyon ki simt barh raha tha, tab maine unko dekha – ek mard aur aurat. Main ruk gaya. Yeh jora haath mein haath daal kar chal raha tha. Mujhe lagta hai woh nange hain. Main mazeed qareeb gaya, yaad rahe ke mein jhadi ke peechay chhup kar rahoon. Mujhe nahi pata tha ke main kyun apni nigaahon se chhup raha tha. Mein ek nange joray se kyun darta hoon? Haan, woh be-shak nange thay. Mein aas paas dekha aur samjha ke mera darakht is jannat ki center mein tha. Lekin mera darakht ke baghair, ek aur darakht tha. Yeh bhi kamal aur impressiv tha, lekin is mein kuch darawna tha; kuch taqatwar. Main ne dhyaan se in dono anokhay aur khaas darakhton ko dekha jo is… is… baagh mein uga thay.

Ab mujhe samajh aaya ke yeh jagah kya thi aur mein kahan hoon.

Jab mere pocket mein kuch vibrat hote hue mehsoos hua, toh main heran hua. Yeh woh chabi thi jo maine chuni thi. Jab maine apni pocket se badi chabi nikali aur apni hatheli ko kholi, toh maine is ke nishaano par mazeed tawajjo se gaur kiya. Jab yeh mujhe us pankh wale makhlooq ne di thi, toh maine sirf socha ke is par infinity ki alamat hai. Mazeed nazdeek se dekhte hue, ab mujhe samajh aaya ke yeh infinity ki alamat mein apni dumm ghussay hue ek saanp ka tasawwur tha jo apni dum ko apne moo mein le raha tha. Ab mera dimaagh khula tha. Ab sab kuch itna saaf tha. Mujhe apna maqsad maloom tha. Aur, Mujhe maloom tha ke mujhe kyun chuna gaya tha. Mujhe maloom tha ke mein kyun paida hua tha.

Hamesha se hi Allah ki marzi thi ke woh apni takhleeq ko mita de. Ek baar tabah karne ke baad, woh apna waada pura kar sakta tha ke woh apne dushmanon ko bandh kar unko Aag ke Jheel mein phenk dega jahan woh hamesha ke liye azab uthayenge. Toofanon ke aghaz ne uske paigham ko shumaar ki taraf kya tha. Dushmanon ko dhabaara azal se rokne ki koshish karte hue apni la-ilmi se guzri zindagi guzaar gayi thi.

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Lekin ek ilm-o-danai aur haazir har cheez ko kaise bewaqoof banaya jaaye? Takhleeq-e-Kainaat ke saath saath, qawaneen ko bhi paida kiya gaya tha. Uske liye Kainaat ko mojud rehne ke liye khud ko qawaneenon ke tahat laazim karne ki koi doosri raah nahi thi. Giraye gaye Shayateen ne samjha ke aik tareeqa hai ke is anay waale anjaam tak pounchne wale waqiat ki mukaddar mein pehle se mukarrar shuda silsilaat ko toorna hai. Unhon ne kya saari tafseel mein yeh samjha leya tha. Yeh band hone ka naam nahi leta; yeh Kab-e-Qayamat tak nahi pohanchta.

Mojudgi aik dour par thi. Hamesha yahi chakkar mein phirna likha tha. Hamesha dobara aur dobara aur dobara phirna likha tha taake sakht saza se bacha ja sake. Yeh tha infinity. Jaise ke us saanp ne apne dum ko le liya. Yeh samjha gaya tha ke woh Lucifer tha, Allah ka dushman. Lekin Lucifer aik cheez ya entitiy nahi thi jo soch ya hosh se makhloot thi. Woh waqt ki behadiyat thi. Sirf aik cheez jo Allah ki ilahi marzi se inkar kar sakta tha. Yeh woh aik asaan cheez thi jo humain gussay wale Allah ki azaab se bacha rahi thi.

Main ne iski pehchan uski mojudgi se foran mehsoos ki. Main mudh kar dekhta nahi. Lekin agar maine dekha hota, toh mujhe pata tha ke woh mujhe nuksan nahi pohanchayega. Woh mere peechay khara tha aur kuch der tak apni kaam ki tareef karta raha. Phir giraye hue farishte ne woh bada aur thanda cheez mere hath mein rakhi, phir giraye hue farishte ne woh alfaz kaha jo meri aakhri hukumatein thin. Main ne chabi ki taraf dekha, jise saanp ki shakal ne hairat mein daal diya.

Yeh itni purani aur purani thi. Saanp ki aankh banane wala gehna meri doosri hath mein pakda gaya tha jo bright laal rang ki aik cheez mein thi. Ab mujhe samajh aaya. Ab mere paas aik aur kaam tha. Main sochta hoon ke maine kitni baar yeh kiya hai? Kitni baar main ne yeh pul paar kiya aur isi jagah pe khara tha? Kitni baar?

Insaan ko Khuda ki shakal mein banaya gaya tha, lekin main us shakal ka nahi hoon.

Main woh sanp hoon.

Main Nephilim hoon.

Ek halki si siski ki tarah saans li gayi, ab paseene se bhari aur garam thi, meri kaan mein kaha gaya:

Unko khilao, chotu.

Khatam!!

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