jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 36

Jootay kharid kar woh dono oopar chalay aaye. Haya ne jooton ka bill banwate hi jaldi se adayegi kar di thi ta ke jahan ko mauqa na mil sake. Woh is pe khaas se khafa hua, magar Haya par sukoon thi. Woh haalon noor samait kisi bhi tareeq se kuch bhi lenay mein aar nahi samajhti thi magar Jahan Sikandar ka ehsaan... kabhi nahi!

Chothi manzil ki dukaanon ke aage bani balkoni mein woh dono saath saath chal rahe thay. Logon ke rush mein rasta banati Haya ko Jahan ki raftaar se milne ke liye taqreeb bhagna parha tha, phir bhi woh peeche reh jaati, aur woh aage nikal jaata. Woh uska saath dene ki koshish mein ab thakne lagi thi.

Shayad yehi unki zindagi ki kahani thi.

Jahan ne ek sheeshe ka darwaza khola aur ek taraf hat kar rasta diya.

Thank you. Woh surkh coat ki jebon mein haath daale muskurati hui andar dakhil hui, woh bhi uske peechay aaya.

Woh restaurant tha. Narm garam mahol, heater aur bahar ke sarma ki mili jali thandi, madham roshniyan, peeche bohot dheema music.

"Order karo." Woh ek kone wali meez ke gird amne samne baith gaye to Jahan ne kaha. Apna coat uttar kar usne kursi ki peeth par rakh diya tha aur ab woh kaf khol kar aasteen mor raha tha.

Magar yeh dawat kis khushi mein hai? Haya dono kahniyan maiz par tikaye daien hatheli thodi tale thodi dilchaspi se use dekhti thi. Chehre ke dono ataraf mein girte baal ab khaas se sookh gaye thay.

"Tumhare is khoobsurat coat ki khushi mein aur yeh dawat meri taraf se hai, ab order karo," Haya ne gardan jhuka kar ek sarsari si nigaah apne coat pe dali. "Magar dawat tumhari taraf se hai to order tumhein hi karna chahiye."

Usne Jihan ki baat nazar andaz kar di ke shayad mazaak kar raha hai.

"Thik hai." Jihan ne menu card uthaya aur safaidah palatne laga. Woh mahvusi iske wajih chehre ko dekhe gayi. Kya woh jaanta tha
keh woh uski biwi hai? Itni badi baat woh na jaanta ho, kya yeh mumkin tha?

"Is roz tumne bohot galat baat ki thi Jihan! Mujhe tum pe bohot gussa aaya tha," jab tk woh order kar chuka tha woh yun na band muthi thodi tale thodi dekhti hui boli. "Maine kya kiya tha?" Woh hairaan hua.

Pata nahi kis ne mere naam phool bheje aur tumne kaha ke 'mere Valentine'... main aisi larki nahi hoon.

Jihan nahe main jaanta hoon ke woh phool kis ne bheje thay?" "Acha!" Jihan ne samajhne wale andaaz mein astbaat mein sar ko jhatka diya, magar woh jaanti thi, use yaqeen nahi aaya. Restaurant mein ghuma ghumi thi. Ard gir do meter zameezon ke darmiyan rasta banate, tray uthaye tezi se phir rahe thay. Pus manzar mein bajti musiqi ke sheher badal gaye. Ab ek turk gulukar dheemi le wala geet gunguna raha tha...

"Vaise tum subah subah kahan ja rahi thi?"

"Main yahin sisili aa rahi thi, shopping wagaira karne." Waiter coffee le aaya tha aur ab un dono ke darmiyan jhuka tray doosra cup utha kar meez par rakh raha tha.

Bahadur larki ho akele ghoom phir leti ho. " Jihan ne muskurakar kehte hue apni coffee mein shakar dali.

Istanbul mein yeh bahaduri mehngi toh nahi paregi?"

Matlab? Coffee ka bhaap urta hua cup labon se lagate hue Jihan ki aankhon mein uljhan ubhri. Usne ek
ghoont pi kar cup neeche rakh diya.

"Matlab darrg mafia, organized crime aur state secret organizations jaisi tareeqat se wasta toh nahi parega?"

Woh kahaniyan meez par rakhe agay hui aur chehre pe sadgi sajaaye aahista se boli. "Kyun ke suna hai yahan in sab se palla pad sakta hai."

"Kis se sun li tum ne aisi khaufnak baatein?" Jihan ne muskurakar sar jhatak diya.

"Tum batao yeh Pasha kaun hai?"

"Pasha ko aur nahi jaantin to Turkey kyun aayi ho?" Mustafa Kamal Pasha... ya Kamal Ataturk... woh turkon ka baap tha."

"Woh nahi, main Istanbul ke Pasha ki baat kar rahi hoon, Abdul Rahman Pasha ki."

Coffee ka cup labon tak le jaate hue Jihan ne rukna samjhi se dekha.

"Kaun? Coffee se udti bhaap lamhe bhar ke liye uske chehre ko dhaanp gayi.

"Ek Bharati smuggler jo Europe se Asia weapons smuggle karta hai."

"Come on! Usne cup rakh kar sanjeedgi se Haya ko dekha. Istanbul mein aisa koi mafia raaj nahi hai yeh kisne tumhein kahaniyan sunaadi hain? Yun hi mashhoor hone ke liye kisi ne apne baare mein afwa udaai hogi. Tum Istanbul ko kya samajh rahi ho?"

Haale ki tarah woh ek khalis Turk tha. Apne Istanbul ke difa ke liye ji jaan se tayar.

Waiter Jihan ke ishaare par bill laaya tha aur Jihan apne botte se card nikaal kar uski file mein rakh raha tha. Raai hoti hai to pahaar banta hai na.

"Haya! Yeh Pakistan nahi hai." Jihan ne zara tafakkur se jata kar kaha to uske lab behinch gaye. Card rakh kar Johan ne file band karke ek taraf rakhi.

Pakistan mein bhi yeh sab nahi hota aur bill mein doongi. Haya ne tezi se file uthayi aur kholi.

Jaise main jaanta hi nahi. Jihan ki agli baat labon mein hi reh gayi.

Unke daayin taraf se ek waiter tray uthaate chala aaya tha. Achank ek doosra waiter tezi se uske peechay se aaya aur pehle waiter se aage nikalne ki koshish ki. Pehle waiter ko thok kar lag gayi, woh to azan bar qarar na rakh paya aur natija uski daayi hatheli par seedhi, rakhi lakdi ka tray shutter shutter karta bhaap udata sizzler platter beef steaks samait ult gaya. Meez par rakhe Haya ke haath pe tray aur garam beef ikathey aakar lage. Woh bulbulaa kar khari hui. File aur bill neeche
gir gaye.

"I am sorry... I am sorry." Woh dono waiter ek saath cheezein theek karne lage. Tray se coffee ka cup bhi ult gaya tha. Aur sari coffee farsh par giri padi thi.

Jihan nagawari se Haya mein unhein daantne laga. Chand minute maazraton aur meez saaf karne mein lag gaye wo