jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 33

Phupho ka chehra safaid par gaya tha. Luthe ki manind safaid aur pheeka.

Phir woh badqat zara sa muskurayen aur sar jhatka.

Theek. Theek keh rahi ho bas kabhi aahi nahi sake. Woh ab mutmaeen thi apne lahje par use qatai afsos nahi hua tha. Yeh un logon ki be rukhi thi jis ke baa'is uska un se taluq aik sawaliya nishaan ban ke rah gaya tha. Woh zameen aur aasman ke darmiyan maelaq thi. Kisi ki munkoh hazam ho kar bhi khandan ke larkay us se umeed lagaane lage the. Us ki kadwi dawai ka zar asaza laqah yeh zimmedaran bhi to chhakein. Jinhe apne betay ko yeh batana yaad raha tha ke woh us ki kuzan the aur bas.

Dafata us ki nigah faraiz ke oopar rakhe photo frame par pari. Is mein aik khush shakal dar-e-miyan umar ke sahib muskura rahe the. Sar pe army ki cap aur kandhon pe sajje tamane o phool sitare, yeh phupha hain? Woh gardan utha kar herat se tasweer dekhne lagi. Sabeeh phupho ne us ki nigaahon ke ta'alluq mein dekha aur dheere sar hila diya.

Insaan ko rishte tab yaad rehte hain jab us ke maan baap us ko rishte yaad dilayein, woh palatay bina khaas ahsa jat a kar bola to haya chonki. Woh to usay itna ala taluq samajh rahi thi. Us ka khayal tha jahan ne us ki talkh baton pe dhyan nahi diya. Magar nahi, woh bazahir nazar andaz kiye sab sun raha tha. Woh zara muhtaat si ho kar seedhi hui. Mir e matlab tha. Phupha army mein the?

Pakistan army mein??

Nahi, Jahan hathori sileb par rak kar aage barha aur faraiz pe rakha frame giraya. Tasweer wali taraf faraiz ki chatt pe sajdah reez ho gayi.

Haya, tum ne khana to nahi khaya na??

Mein bas lag rahi hoon. Phupho ab sambhal kar dobara se hashash bhashash ho gayi thin. Haya jawab diye bina tehreer se.

Faraiz ke oopar oondhe munh gire frame ko dekhe gayi. Us ke ek sawal ke jawab mein jis bad mizaji se Jihan ne frame giraya tha. Woh abhi tak us par ghang thi.

Mami aap ka cabinet ready hai. Woh ab cabinet ka darwaza khol band kar ke check kar raha tha.Thank you, Jihan! Aur bath room canal bhi? Phupho ne gol mez pe pulao ka bara sa piyala rakhte hue usay yaad dilaya. "Ae hay.. Phir wahi bad maza pulao? " Woh halka sa sar jhatka kar rah gayi.

"Rehne dein, phupho.. mein! "

"Koi agar magar nahi. Mein tumhare liye kuch khaas nahi bana saki. So mujhe inkaar kar ke ab sharminda mat karna." Jihan ab daraz se daba nikaal kar andar rakhi cheezein ulte pult kar raha tha. Dafaata door bell baji. Jahan ne ruk kar raahdari ki simt dekha. Phir daba wahi chhoda aur bahar nikal gaya.

"Shuru kar wahiya! Phupho muskurati aankhon se dekhte hue usay plate thayi. Usne shukriya keh kar chawal aur thoda saloo bayah ka masala nikala.

Raahdari ke is paar Jihan kisi mard se tak mein kuch bol raha tha. Donon ki madham si awaazain sunaai de rahi thin. Dusre hi chehre mein woh pulao usay mazedaar lagne laga. DJ sahi kehti thi unko khaana sirf safar ki matli ke baa'is bad maza lagta tha. Phupho aap ke haath mein bohat zaiqa.

Haya..!

"Haya" uska chamcha pakare muh tak jata haath aur baat dono ruk gaye. Be had be yaqeeni se usne gardan mori. Jahan raahdari se use pukarta chala araha tha. Kya is maghroor aur bad dimagh aadmi ko uska naam yaad raha gaya tha? Wo kitchen ke khule darwazay se andar aaya to Haya ne dekha, uske haathon mein ek adh khule gulabon ka boo ke aur ek safed card tha. Kya tum yahan rehne aayi ho?" Wo uske samne khara anti se poochne laga.

Ji? Wo bimushkil bol payi.

In nahi. Wo saans ro ke un safed gulabon ke phoolon ko dekh rahi thi. Ye uske liye nahi ho sakte the. Nahi hargiz nahi... to phir apne Valentine ko mere ghar ka pata dene ki kya zaroorat thi?" Usne zair lab turk mein kisi ghair mohazzab lafz se us na maloom shakhs ko konwaaz aur guldasta card uske samne mez par taqre ya pheknay ke andaz mein rakha. Nahi maine nahi! Wo phati phati nigahon se phoolon ke oopar grey safed card ko dekhe gayi, jis pe likhe huruf numaya the.

"Farmayiye... Haya Suleman, Farampur Valentine" aur Valentine day mein hafta das din baqi the. Use yaad tha. Ye yahan bhi pohanch gaya? Wo abhi tak be yaqeen thi.

Jihan apna tool box khole khara cheezein ult palat kar raha tha. Kitchen mein ek sharminda hi khamoshi chai hui thi. Dafatan mez par rakha gia ka mobile baj utha. Usne chonk kar dekha. Ghar se call arahi thi usne call kaati aur uth khari hui.

Haya baitho bachay phuphi ne use rokna chaha.

Meri. Meri friend call kar rahi hai. Wo bahar agayi hai shayad, chalti hoon. Allah Hafiz" halankeh Phupho ki shakal se zahir tha ke wo jaanti hain ke phone uski dost ka nahi tha, magar unhone sar hila diya. Kehne ko jaise kuch baqi nahi raha tha. Deh kar dhakel kar tezi se bahar nikal gayi.

Mez pe safed gulab paray rah gaye. Door mate par uske jootay yunhi paray the. Usne un mein paon daale to dekha, ek ka ghazaan par gira hua tha. Haya jhuki aur wo kaghaz uthaya. Wo kis corrine company ki receipt thi Ghalib jo shayad Jihan ne dastakht kar ke wahiin phenk di thi. Wo receipt ult palat kar dekhti tez qadmon se gate aboor kar gayi.

Wo phool aaj hi ki tareekh mein kisi A.R ne book karwaye the. A se Ahmed aur R hai? Wo dheere dheere sarak kinareChalnay lagi. Rasid abhi tak us ke haath peethi.

Doh ghantay pehlay tak khud us baat se na waqif thi ke woh Jahangir se arahi hai, phir us "A.R" ko kiye ilm hua? Kya woh uska peecha kar raha tha? Kya uska taaqub kiya jaraha tha? Lekin ek Pakistani officer ke ek ghair mulk mein itne zaraa'iy kayse ho sakte thay? Sirf usay tang karne ke liye itni lambi chowdi mansooba bandi kaun karega?

Woh colony ke saray par nasab bench par bait gain. Uski nigaah mein baraf se dhaki ghaas pohanchi thi. Usay hale ke aane tak yahiin bethna tha.

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Us ne aglay roz hi dorm officer Haqan se baat kar ke apna kamra badlwa liya tha. Ab woh DJ ke kamray mein muntaqil ho chuki thi. Kamray mein teesri larki ek cheeni najad lang lang thi. Uska poora naam itna lamba aur pechida tha ke usne Europe ke liye apna naam "Cherry" rakha liya tha. Woh ek P.H.D student thi aur P.H.D kar rahi thi. Chothi larki ek Israeli Yehudi talli thi. Waqiatan naahil ke darakht ki tarah lambi chowdi aur ghanghrale baalon wali. Woh bhi ek P.H.D student thi. Aur us ki sath walay kamray ke Palestinian exchange students (wo handsome larkay ka zikr DJ ne pehlay roz kiya tha) se ghari chunti thi. Aur Palestinian larkay aur woh Israeli larki har jagah sath sath nazar aate thay. Campus ki seedhiyan ho ya hostel ka common room. Woh charon sath hi hotay.

In ke passport check karwadi ya to yeh Israeli nahi hai, ya woh Palestinian nahi hain. Itna ittehad aur dosti? To yeh hai bhai! DJ jab bhi in ko sath dekhta, yunhi kardhti rehti thi. Haya ne abhi in larkon ko nahi dekha tha, na hi usey shoq tha. Tamam mumalik ke inch students peer tak pohanch gaye thay. Wahan kisi ko ki ek P.H.D student ka naam maloom nahi hota tha. Bas Palestinian hain, ya

Chinese hain, yeh Norwegian hai, yeh Dutch hai aur yeh dono Pakistani hain. In ko ek se char masayel lene ka ikhtiyar tha. DJ ne do liye jabke Haya ne char liye. Chothay madah ke ikhtatam par imtihan dene ki pabandi thi, aur yeh paanch mah laazman Turkey mein guzaarne ki pabandi thi, baqi chahay hostel mein raho, chahay na raho, chahay saari raat bahar guzaaro koi poochne wala nahi
tha. Khoob mazay thay.

Spanji mein class ke ander larkiyon ke scarf par pabandi thi. To yeh hale noor kya karti hogi? Haya ne DJ se jab poocha, jab woh dono namaz ke bahane class mein dikhayi jane wali Turkey ki taarufi

par presentation se khisk kar aayi thay aur ab pur tier hall mein bethi chips kha rahi thi. Woh class mein scarf utaar kar hi jaati hai. DJ chips khatay hue bata rahi thi. Woh dono chokri maar kar carpet par bethi thi. Ek taraf al-maari mein Quran wa Islami kutub ke nuskhay bachay thay. Doosri taraf bohot se scarf aur skirts tangay hue thay.