jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 40

Chaukhat mein khara shakhs chhote chhote qadam uthata, us ki taraf barhne laga. Haya ne neem andheray mein aankhein phaad phaad kar woh takhti parhi.

Sikandar Shah: "Us ne be ikhtiyar rink dekha. Woh colonel ki nishandahi kar raha tha.

Woh shirt haath mein pakde kisi aljhan mein gir fatar palti aur ek dum jhatke se peeche hati.

Us ke aqab mein jihan nahi tha. Woh koi aur tha.

Daraaz qad, kanpate hue aur peshani se jhalkte safed baal, sakht nuqoosh, night gown mein malbus, woh kadi nigahon se usay dekhte qareeb arahe the.

Woh saans rokay unhein dekhe gayi.

Woh aeen us ke sar par aaye, aur ek jhatke se uski gardan dabochi.

"Meri jasoosi karne aayi ho?"

Uske galay ko dabochte woh ghurrayi thi.

Be ikhtiyar us ke labon se cheekh nikli. Shirt us ke haath se phisal gayi. Usne apni ungliyon se gardan ke gird jakraye un ke haath ko hatane ki koshish ki, magar be sood.

Pakistaniyon ne bheja hai tumhein? Apne malikon ko bolo, unhein bilaw print kabhi nahi milenge.

Chhodain mujhe. "Woh zor se khaansi. Us ka dam ghutne laga tha. Woh us ka gala dabarahe the.

Koi mujh tak nahi pohanch sake ga, kabhi nahi, har cheez aage de di gayi hai, har cheez." Unhon ne usay gardan se dabochte us ka sar khule sandooq ye jhukaya. Woh tadapne, chalne lagi.

Chhodain mujhe. "Woh apne naakhun un ke haath mein cho kar un ko hatane ki nakam saee kar rahi thi.

"Tumhein wapas nahi jane doon ga." Woh bilaw print tumhein kabhi nahi milenge."

Haya ka saans rukne laga. Woh us ka sar sandooq mein de kar upar se dhakna band kar rahe the, usay laga woh marne wali.

"Hai... Ammi... Ammi!" Woh wehshat se chilane lagi. Woh usko gardan se dabochte, uska sar munh ke bil andar de rahe the. Gard se utey sandooq mein uska saans ukharne laga.

"Chhodain." Dhaare se darwaza khula aur koi ghusse chalata andar aaya. Us ki gardan ke ird jakraye haath ko kheench kar alag kiya aur adh khula dhakan pura khol kar dohri ho kar oundhi jhuki Haya ko baazu se pakar kar peeche hataaya.

"Kya kar rahe thay aap? Woh aap ki beti ki tarah hai, ek baat meri dhyān se suniye. Āgāhī chāhīye. Agar aapne unhein nuqsaan pahunchānē kī kośiš kī to acchā nahīn hogā."

Gaye.

"Aur tum!" Woh Haya ki taraf palta. Ek ghussaili nigaah us par daali, aur kahani se pakar kar kheenchta bahar laya. "Upar kyun āī thīn? Kaun ne kahā thā udhar āo?"

Serioun ke dahane pe la kar usne Haya ka chehra dekha. Uski aankhon se aansu beh rahe thay. Dihshat se chehre ka rang libas ki manind zard par chuka tha. Gardan par ungliyon ke surkh nishan pare thay. Woh hole hole kanp rahi thi.

"Woh phuphone... Phupho ka beta mar gaya tha jo unho ne tumhein bheja? Mana bhi kiya tha, magar yahan koi sunay to." Woh ghuse mein bolta, usay kahani se pakre niche seedhiyan tezi se utarne laga. Woh us ke sath khinchi chali aarahi thi. Phupho pareshan ki aakhri seedhi ke paas khadi thay.

"Main bakwaas kar ke gaya thana, magar meri sunta kaun hai is ghar mein? Do din ke liye na hoon to saara nizaam ult jaata hai. Poore ghar ko pagal kar diya hai unhone."

Woh aage barha aur center table par rakhi meez se paani ki bottle utha kar labon se lagayi. (Paani ki zaroorat to Haya ko nahin thi?

Woh sehmi hui khadi thi. Jihan ko itne shiddat ghuse mein usne pehli dafa dekha aur itni shistha Urdu bolte hue"Bhi...

"Main... Main unhein dekhti hoon." Phupho pareshani se kehte hue upar seedhiyan chadhh gayin. Woh ghunt pe ghunt chadhta gaya. Bootle khali kar ke meez par rakhi aur uski taraf dekha.

"Baahar aao mujhe tum se baat karni hai." Woh keh kar darwaaza khol kar baahar nikal gaya. Woh dari sehami hui chhotay chhotay qadam uthati us ke peechay aayi.

Woh baahri darwaze ke aage bane steps par baitha tha. Haya neeley jeans ke upar pehnay bhore sweater ko aad ta kehniyon se zara aage morday, woh hamesha ki tarah wajiha aur smart lag raha tha. Ghussa ab kahin nahi tha. Woh pehley wala dheema sa aur sanjeeda jihan ban gaya tha.

"Abba ki tabiyat theek nahi rehti. Woh apne hawason mein nahin hote. Kayi dafa unho ne Mummy ko bhi maarnay ki koshish ki hai, magar mujhe kuch nahin kehte. Dartay nahin hain, shayad nafrat karte hain."

Samney sabza tha. Is se aage sfaid lakri ki baar aur baar se hi bana gate, baar ke takhton ki darazon se bahar gili sarak dikhayi deti thi. Tum ho ghaas par se siraatii hui guzar rahi thi. Woh ghutnon ke ird bazuon ka halqa banaye chehra jihan ki janib moray baithi thi. Farak ka farsh ko choo ta daaman hawa ki lehron se phar pharata hua oopar uth jata to pajame ki tang choriyon mein maqeed tangon aur paon chhlakte.

"Mere abhi dil karta hai ke main Pakistan jaoon. Apne rishtedaron ke darmiyan rahoon. Apna abai ghar dekhoon. Magar hum Pakistan nahin jaate aur tum is din mummy ko tana de rahi thi hum Pakistan nahin aate." (Uff... Itna jhoot)

"Anan..." Woh gar bara gayi, magar woh sun nahin raha tha.

"Haya! Hum kabhi Pakistan waapas nahi jasakte."

Magar kyun? Woh sunaai mein reh gayi. Woh chand lamhay chup raha, phir aahista se kehne laga.

"Mere dada apne karobar ke silsile mein Istanbul aaya karte thay. Iss ghar ki unho ne hi kharidi thi baad mein abba..."