jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 53

Yeh takhta kamzor hai. Dafatan Jihan ne apne jo gir se nichay mojood takhta thapthapaya aur phir jhuka. Please Jihan! Saari duniya ki tooti cheezein tumhara hi headc nahi hain. Achha! Woh jo jhuk raha tha, qadre khaufgi se seedha hua. Woh phir se mobile pe kuch likhne laga.

Phone rakh bhi do.

Madam! Aap yeh mat bhoola karein ke aap ek ghareeb worker ke saath hain jo agar ek din ka off le ga to sare orders mein hair phair ho jayegi, so is becharay ko bohot se kaam yunhi an diya mo w bhugtane parein ge aur woh ye bhi janta hai ke in tamam mehnaton ke bawajood woh agle das saal tak biyuk ada ke in banglon jaisa adha bangla bhi nahi bana sakta.

Us ke kehne pe Haya ne laashoori tor pe sadak ke dono ataraf bane banglon par nigaah dorayi aur ek lamhe ko thithak kar gayi.

Dayin taraf Jihan ke is janib jis banglay ke samne se Baghi guzar rahi thi, woh itna alaishan aur khoobsurat tha ke nigaah nahi tikti thi.

Char manzila, safaid unche suton pe woh mahal yun shahana andaaz mein khada tha jaise koi babar sher apne panjon pe betha hota hai. Us ke chhote se bagiche ke aage ek lakri ka safaid gate tha.

Baghi aage barh gayi to woh gardan mor kar dekhne lagi. Safaid mahal ke lakri ke gate pe naam ki ek takhti lagi thi. Jis pe qadeem Latina hujon ke andaaz mein likha tha.

A.R Pasha.

Us ke dil ki dhadkan lamhe bhar koor ki thi. Us ke andaaz par Jihan ne palat kar us ghar ko dekha tha.

Ab kya tum abhi se meri jeb ka muqabla un banglon ke saath karne lagi ho?

Woh chonki, phir us gate ko dekha jo ab door hota ja raha tha.Nahi toh. Woh sar jhatak kar aage dekhne lagi.

Phir kitni hi galiyon se woh khamoshi se guzre, yahan tak ke ek jagah jihan ne turk mein kuch keh kar ko chuan se baghi rukwadi. Kuchh kochwan hum ne poore Jazeera ka chakkar lagana tha, phir abhi se kyun ruk gaye? Woh utarne lagi toh Haya bol uthi. Namaz! Jihan ne samne masjid ki janib ungli se ishara kiya.

Achha! Woh sar hila kar uthi, ek haath rod pe rakha aur ehtiyaat se paon neeche pedal par rakh kar utri. Jihan pehle hi utar kar masjid ke darwaze ki taraf barh gaya tha.

Masjid chhoti magar saaf suthri thi. Jahan mardon wale hisse mein chala gaya toh woh wuzu kar ke auraton ke pur teer bal mein aagayi.

Hall ke ek kone mein ek larki bethi thi. Us ke samne ek bachi us ke andaaz mein bethi dheemi awaaz mein kuch keh rahi thi.

Haya ne gile bazoun ki asteen neeche karte hue baghor in dono ko dekhti rahi. Yeh wahi dono larkiyan thi jo abhi do galiyan chhod kar sadak par use nazar aayi thin. Jamoni farak wali chhoti bachi aur doosri bhure iskaf wali sanjeeda larki.

Bachi mant bharay shikayati andaaz mein us larki ke ghutne ko jhunjhore kuch keh rahi thi, magar woh larki jiska naam shayad Ayesha Gul tha, nafi mein sar hilati goya musalsal us ki tardid kiye ja rahi thi. Woh dono dheemi awaaz mein baten kar rahi thin, Haya estool ko chehre ke gird lipat te hue in dono ko dekhi gayi. Unhon ne usay nahi dekha tha shayad, woh aapas mein mashghool thin.

Woh jab namaz parh kar uthti toh dekha, woh bachi abhi tak us larki ko mana rahi thi aur shayad apni koshish mein kamiyab nahi ho rahi thi. Us ki awaaz dheemi aur zaban anjaan thi, magar kabhi kabhi woh be bassi bhare andaaz mein beech kar zor se Ayesha Gul.

Please! Keh uthi toh Haya ko sunai de deti.

Ek akhri nigaah in dono par daal kar woh bahar aayi.

Masjid ke baramade mein woh tanha namaz parh raha tha. Haya nange paon chalti hui baramade tak ayi aur suntoun ke sath tik laga kar khari ho gayi. Ho use us ka sar pe liya estool sar ki pith tak phisl gaya tha.Samne chand qadam ke faslay par woh sajde mein jhuka tha. Neeli jeans aur upar siyah sweater Jihan Sikandar ka khas lapele wah saheliya. Woh ek muskurahat ke sath saraston se nikale use dekhi gayi.

Woh ab sajde se uth kar tashahhud mein baith raha tha. Har kaam phirte se karne wala Jihan Sikandar ki namaz bohot thehri hui aur pursukoon thi.

Woh chunke is se zara peechay khadi thi. Toh yahan se us ka sirf halka rukh hi nazar ata tha. Gardan ki pich aur chehre ka zara sa daayan hissa. Woh gardan jhukaye tashahhud parh raha tha. Phir us ne daien rukh salaam ke liye gardan modi toh Haya ko balaakhir us ka chehra nazar aya. Woh zair lab muskuratay use dekhi gayi.

Dusri janib salaam phir kar us ne dono haath dua ke liye uthaye. Chand lamhe you na betha dua mangta raha, phir ek gehri saans le kar haath chehre pe phair ta woh khara hua aur wapas mura toh use satoon ke sath khare dek kar muskuraya.

"Tum intezar kar rahi thi?" Woh zara muskura kar kehta us ki taraf aya toh Haya ne asbaat mein sar hila diya. Woh dono sath hi bahar aaye the.

"Jihan! Chokhat par jab woh jhuk kar jo gar pehn raha tha toh Haya ne use pukara.

"Houn?"

"Tum mazhabi ho?"

"Thorra bohot." Woh tasmiya bandh raha tha.

"Lagte nahi ho."

"Tasmy ki gurra lagati us ki ungaliyan themin, us ne sir utha kar qadre na samjhi se Haya ko dekha.

"Main kya karta toh mazhabi lagta?" Woh toh mujhe nahi pata. Waise tumne dua mein kya manga?"

"Main ne zindagi manga!" Woh tasmiya band kar ke uth khara hua.

"Zindagi?" Haya ne us ka chehra dekhte hue dhiraya. Woh ab ad ta sweater ki aastini mod raha tha.

"Insan wahi cheez mangta hai jis ki us ko kami lagti hai, so main hamesha zindagi mangta hoon. Agar zindagi hai toh sab kuch.""Soorat hai, nahi hai toh sab andhera hai." Woh dono sarak ke kinare sath sath chalne lage the.

"Khubsurati kya hoti hai Jihan?"

"Bewakoof ada ki ek sard hawa uske bal phir se udane lagi thi. Shal sar se phail kar ab gardan ke peechay atak gayi thi. Aur jab apne bikhre hue bal dono haathon mein samet te hue usne yeh sawal poocha tha toh shadid khwahish ke bawajood woh janti thi ke woh khubsurati Haya Suleiman ki aankhein hi hain, jaisi koi baat nahi kahay ga, magar jo usne kaha, woh Haya Suleiman ke liye qatai ghair mutawaqqa tha.

"Ali Karamat ki maa!"

"Kya?" Usne na samjhi se Jihan ko dekha. Woh samne dekhte hue qadam utar raha tha. "Mere liye khubsurati Ali Karamat ki maa pe khatam ho jati hai. Ali Karamat mera ek school fellow tha. Ek dafa main us ke ghar gaya tha, tab main ne us ki maa ko dekha tha. Woh bohot khubsurat khatoon thi. Woh doctor thi aur us waqt hospital se aayi thi. Woh thaki hui thi aur tab kitchen mein khari taash pe apna chehra thapthapa rahi thi. Haya! Woh chehra itna muqaddas, itna khubsurat tha ke main bayan nahi kar sakta. Uski baat pe woh chand lamhe khamoshi se ho gayi."

"Woh...they...Turk thay ya Pakistani? Bohot der baad woh boli."

"Woh siyah faam thay. Khalis siyah faam."

"Aur Haya ke halaq tak mei kharwahat ghal gayi, taham woh khamoshi se uske saath qadam uthati rahi. Yeh woh wakat shakhs tha jis ke samne woh jhuk jati thi, khamoshi ho jati thi, karway ghunt pee leti thi aur phir bhi mum ban jati thi. Agar yehi baat kisi aur ne kahi hoti toh woh apne azli tan tane se usko itni sunayi ke aisi baat karne ki woh shakhs dobara himmat nahi karta. Had ho gayi, pehla siyah faam kahan itne husn ho sakte hain. Ya phir shayad Jihan ka matlab yeh tha ke use Haya Suleiman ke muqable mein ek badsurat aurat bhi khubsurat lagti hai.

Woh zindagi mein pehli dafa kisi badsurat aurat ko soch kar hasad ka shikar hui thi magar chup rahi.

Shaam dhalne lagi toh woh wapsi ki tayyari karne lage. Bewak ada jezire ki galiyon mein chal chal kar ab uske paon dukhne lage the. DJ wapsi pe phir se balkani mein khade hone ke liye bekarar nahi thi aur uska pura irada feri mein ghus kar chahe pyaar se, chahe lar jhagar kar, magar baithne ke liye nishast dhoondne ka tha.