jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 34

Karpet par bethi thi. Ek taraf Almari mein Quran aur Islami kutub ke nuskhay sajey thay. Doosri taraf bohot se scarf aur skirts tangay huay thay. Jeans wali turk larkiyan skirt pehn kar namaz parh leti aur phir baad mein woh skirt wahan larka kar chali jati. Istanbul ke har zanana par beer hall mein aise scarf aur skirts latkay huay thay.

Mazay ki hai yeh haalay noor bhi. Woh ungli se baal piche kar rahi thi. Usne bhi blue jeans ke upar gulabi sweater pehn rakha tha. Pakistan mein taya farqan ki dant ke dar se woh jeans nahi pehn sakti thi, lekin shukr ke yahan woh log nahi thay aur woh zindagi ko apni marzi se lutf andooz ho kar guzaar rahi thi.

Kal tum apni phupho ke ghar gayi thi. Kaisa raha rapta..?

Acha raha, phupho ne pulao banaya tha, woh waqai apna bad maza pakwan nahi hai, jitna hum samjhe thay.

Mein to pehle hi keh rahi thi.

Jab par mayor hall mein bhi khoob bor ho gayi thi to bahar nikal aayi.

Sard num ho adhimi le mein beh rahi thi. Hari ghaas par spinach ki gol si imarat poore waqar ke saath khadi thi, jaise ek golai ki shakal mein bane ghar ko heat pehna di jaye. Shishe ke oonche dakhli darwazon ke samne seerhiyan bani thi. Seerhiyon ke dono atraaf sabza phela tha. Woh dono filein thaamay zeenat utar rahi thi, jab DJ ne us ka shana hilaya.

Yeh jo aakhri zeenat pe teen larke khade hain, yeh wahi Palestinian larke hain. Dekho! Tahli bhi un ke saath hai.

Usne ho usay chehre pe aate baal piche hataaye aur dekha. Woh handsum aur khush shakal se larke seerhiyon ke kinaray khade baton mein masroof thay.

Aaon se milte hain.

Mujhe dilchaspi nahi hai. Tum jao, mujhe zara kaam hai.

Woh khat khat zeenat utarti aage barh gayi. DJ ne usay nahi pakara, woh un Palestinianon ki jaanib chali gayi. Aur woh yahi chahti thi, DJ se dosti apni jagah, filhaal woh khoob azaadi se Istanbul ko kho jana chahti thi. Akeli aur tanha...

Qareeban ghantay bhar baad woh apne kamray se khoob tayar ho kar nikli aur pathreeli sadak par chalne lagi. Usne blue jeans ke upar ek tang, stylish satinoo tak aata coat pehn rakha tha. Shadeed sardi ke bawajood nange paon mein paanch inch unchi heel pehni thi. Reshmi baal ho usay shano pe ud rahe thay aur gehre ka jal ke saath ras bhari ki tarah surkh lip stick. Usay surkh lip stick hamesha se par kashish lagti thi aur aaj usay maloom tha ke woh bahut haseen lag rahi hai.

Bas stop aachuka tha, jab badal zor se garjaye. Yeh bus stop university ke andar hi tha. Spanji ki heroine Gorseal thi. Gorseal bus service. Woh spanji ke talibon ke liye hi chalti thi aur unhe Istanbul sheher tak le jaati thi. Halle ne usay Gorseal ka schedule rata diya tha.

Jis din tumhari Gorseal chhuti, tumhein halle noor bohot yaad aayegi. Usne sakhti se takied karte hue kaha tha. Gorseal apne muqarrar waqt se ek lamha ki taakhir nahi karti thi, aur agar aap chand seconds bhi taakhir se aaye to Gorseal gayi. Ab do ghante baith kar agli Gorseal ka intezar karein.

Jab woh Gorseal mein baithi to aasman pe siyah badal ikatthe ho rahe thay. Jab Gorseal ne Bassphorus ka azeem-ul-shan pul paar kiya to moti moti boondain pani mein gir rahi thi aur jab woh taqsim square par utri to Istanbul bheeg raha tha.

Taqsim Square Istanbul ka ek markazi chowk tha. Wahan ain wasat mein Ataturk samait tareekhi shakhsiyat ke mojzamat nisbat thay. Mojzama azadi ke ek taraf har ubhar upark tha, aur doosri taraf metro train ka zere zameen station.

Woh bus se utri to barish nardnabar bars rahi thi. Mote mote qatre is pe gir rahe thay. Woh sine pe bazu late tez tez sadak paar karne lagi. Gili sadak pe oonchi heel se chalna mushkil tha. Chand hi lamhaon mein woh poori tarah bheeg chuki thi.

Zere zameen metro station tak jati woh chaudi seerhiyan samne hi thay. Woh taqreeban daur kar seerhiyon ke dahane tak pahunchi thi ke cheekh ki aawaz aayi. Woh larkhardai aur girte girte bachi. Uski dai se sandal ki heel dar beech se toot gayi thi. Toota hua do inch ka tractor asatka hua saath latk raha tha.

Usne khafat se idhar udhar dekha. Log mashghool andaz mein chatariyan taane guzar rahe thay. Shukr ke kisi ne dekha nahi tha.

Barish isi tarah bars rahi thi. Uske baal mote gili latoon ki soorat chehre ke atraf chipak gaye thay.

Wo ne koft se tootay joote ke saath zeenat utarna chaaha, magar yeh na mumkin tha. Jhunjhla kar woh jhuki, dono jooton ke straps kholay, paon un mein se nikale aur joote straps se pakar kar seedhi hui.

Neeche train ke pohanchne ka shor mach gaya tha. Woh bhagte hue nange paon zeenat utarne lagi. Metro ka ticket dedh leera ka tha, chahe jis bhi station par utar wo. Woh ticket le kar jaldi se train mein dakhil hui ta ke kisi ke mehsoos se qabal hi muaatabar ban kar joote pehan kar baith jaye.

Metro mein nisbathein dono deewaron ke saath seedhi qataar mein thin. Khare hone walon ke liye upar rod se handle latak rahe the. Woh ek handle ko pakad kar bheed mein se rasta banane lagi. Uski nazar kone ki ek khali nisbat par thi magar aage chalte shakhs ne goya rasta rok rakha tha. Jab tak woh kone wali nisbat par baitha nahin, woh

Aage nahin barh saki, phir uske baithte hi dham se uske barabar ki jagah par aabithi. Woh siyah suit mein malbous

Shakhs shana sa salga. Lamhe bhar ko uska saans ruk sa gaya.

Woh Jihan Sikandar Ahmad

Bohat qeemti aur nafis siyah suit mein malbous, jail se baal peeche kaise woh chehre par dheeron sanjeed gi leye akhbar khol raha tha. Brief case usne qadam mein rakha tha. Woh mutahayir si bethi, samne dekhe gayi. Kin aankhon se usse woh chehre ke aage akhbar phelaye nazar araha tha. Samne wali qataar aur unki qataar ke darmiyan jagah upar lage handle

Pakad kar khade logon se bhar ne lagi thi.

Woh is ajeeb ittefaq par itni shashdar bethi thi ke haath se latak'te joote bhool hi gaye. Yaad raha to bas yahi ke woh kitna

Magar kitna door tha. Woh usse kaise mukhatib kare? Aur agar woh usse dekhe bina train se utar gaya qareeb...

Uska dil doobne laga.

To...

Magar woh to shayad usse pehchane bhi nah. Us sard mohar, kam go shakhs se usse yahi tawaqo thi.

Chand pal sar ke the ke Jahan ne safa page palatne ki gharz se akhbar neeche kiya aur ungli se agle safhe ka kinara mornate hue ek sarsari nigaah pehlu mein bethi larki pe daali, phir page palat kar akhbar ki taraf mutawajjah ho gaya. Lekin agle hi pal woh jaise ruka aur gardan morn kar dobara usse dekha. Uski bheegi moti latain rukhsaron se chipak gayi thin. Paani ke qatray thorhi se neeche gardan par gir rahe the. Woh uske mutawajjah hone par bhi saans roke samne dekhe

Gayi.

"Oh... haya...

..." Woh herat bharri awaaz kahin door se aayi thi. Haya ne dheere se palkein us