jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 101

Woh... mein bhi... mein bhi karna chahti hoon naqab... magar... is ki samajh mein nahi araha tha.

Tha ke woh kaise apni baat samjhaaye... magar... mein kaise karoon?

Bohat aasaan! Doctor Shaista ne mobile bag mein daala aur phir aage barh kar uske scarf ka samne ko gira adayaan tona pilow uthaya. Usse pehle baayein gaal ke saath scarf ke hale mein ur sa, aur phir kuch hissa daayein gaal ke is tarf ur sa. Yoon ke uske chehre ko ek nafees se naqab ne dhanka diya. Bas... itni si baat thi. Muskura kar kandhon ko zara si junbish de kar woh mobile nikaalne ke liye purs khangaalte hue palat gayin.

Itni si baat thi? Woh apni jagah manjmand si khadi rahi.

Bas? Itni si baat thi? Uska saans ghata, na dil tang hua, na hi nigaahon ke saamne andhera chhaya. Sab waisa hi tha. Bas itni si baat thi?

Anatoliya ke bazaar mein chehl qadmi karte, gosul ki nashist se khidki ke bahar dekhte, spanji ke camps mein waapas bas se utarte, har jagah usne logon ko, deewaron ko, manazir ko khojne ki saai ki. Kya koi farq para tha?

Magar use ehsaas hua ke sab waisa hi tha. Usme himmat nahi thi ke woh Doctor Shaista ka pehna ya naqab utaar sakti, so woh Istanbul mein usi naqab ke saath lamhe batati rahi. Par kahin koi ghatan, koi tangi na thi. Insaan duniya apni aankhon se dekhta hai, na ke naak, rukhsaar, thodi ya peshani se, so inke dhake hone ke bawajood manzar wahi rehta hai, phir kaisi pareshani?

Lekin phir bhi use ajeeb si khafta ho rahi thi. Bawajood uske baal ke andaaz waisa hi tha, jaisa pehle tha. Dorm ki seerhiyan chadhate hue use hussain aur moatasim utarte dikhaye. Hussain bas lamha bhar ko thatka tha, phir dono muskura kar salaam karte neeche utar gaye. Sab pehle jaisa tha.

"Aye Nabi (S.A.W) ! Aap (S.A.W) ke din apni biwiyo se aur apni betiyon se aur ahl-e-iman ki auraton se ke woh apne oopar apni chadaron latka liya karein, taake woh pehchan li jaayein aur woh satayein na jaayein. Be shak Allah bakhsne wala meherban hai."

Woh apni kursi par bethi, kitaab par jhuki, zehni tor par abhi tak usi haal mein thi, jahan sheeshe ki deewaron se parinde takra jaaya karte the. Jab waapsi ke waqt pas manzar mein kisi ne yeh aayat chala di thi to woh uske trance se bahar aayi.Bahaar hi na aas ki thi. Usay laga, woh kabhi is ke asar se nahi nikal sake gi. Lamhe bhar mein uski samajh mein aagaya tha ke woh aaj tak hijab ya naqab kyun nahi pehn saki thi. Bawajood is ke ke taiya, aba aur Rohail bhai usay bohot taakid karte the. Woh yeh nahi kar saki. Is liye ke unho ne hamesha apni kahi. Kabhi Allah ki baat sunaai hi nahi. Jabr ki tarah apni baat maslbat karni chahi aur aksar baap, bhai yehi to karte hain. Apni hi kahete rehte hain. Phir shikayat karte hain ke bachiyon manti kyun nahi hain? Kabhi Allah ki sunwa kar to dekhte, phir ilm hota ke musalman ladki chhoti ho ya badi, narm tehni ho ya sakht kaanch, dil uska ek hi hota hai. Woh dil jo Allah ki sun kar jhuk hi jaata hai. Phir kisi waez, taqreer ya dars ki zaroorat nahi rehti.

Ek ayat... ek ayat zindagi badal deti hai. Bas ek ayat.

Bawuk Ada ke sahil pe laherein pattharon se sarpanch rahi thi. Unka shor us unche, safed qasr Osmani ke andar tak sunai de raha tha. Mahal andheray mein dooba tha, raahdariyan taareek thi. Sirf doosri manzil ki study mein neem roshni chai thi. Andar ek madham sa bulb jal raha tha ya phir mez par khula pada Abdul Rehman ka laptop. Albata woh screen ki taraf mutawajjah nahi tha. Woh revolving chair ki pichli pe sir ghiraaye, sochti nigaahon se chhat ko dekh raha tha. Us ke dono sone ki angoothiyon aur mote frames ke glasses mez pe laptop ke saath rakhe the.

Be khaali mein us ne haath barha kar cigarette ki dibya uthai. Usay dekha aur phir zara koft se waapas mez pe pheink diya. Us cigarette noshi se usay chhutkara le lena chahiye tha ab tak. Balkay aur bhi bohot cheezon se. Us ne aankhein band kar lein aur ungliyon se knoptiyan dhairay dhairay masalne laga. Us ke sir mein kaafi der se dard tha, shayad bohot sochne ke bawajood asabi dabao.