jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 59

Tara'uzar aur khula lamba karta.

DJ... DJ... Mobile do apna. Usne DJ ke bank par charh kar usko jhanjhora. Woh bimushkil hili.

Neend mat kharab karo meri. Seedhi jahannam mein jao gi tum. DJ ne band aankhon se bar barate hue karwat badli. Uska mobile wahiin takye ke saath rakha tha. Hairatangez mobile chhata aur neeche utri. Taali ke bank ki kursi kheench kar baithi aur apne mobile se Taya ka number dekha kar DJ ke phone par milane lagi. Phone number Haya Salman ko kabhi zubani yaad nahin rahe the.

Number mila kar usne phone kan se lagaya. Lamhe phir ki khamoshi ke baad woh machinee nasalwani awaaz tarke mein kuch bikne lagi jiska matlab yeh tha ke DJ zill ka balance bhi khatam tha. Usne jhanjhla kar phone kan se hataya. European Union ka sara scholarship Istiqbal Street aur Jawahar mein shopping pe ura dene waliyon ke saath yeh hi hona chahiye tha.

Usi pal phone phir se baja. Taya Furqan calling. Usne jhat se call uthayi.

Haya... Tumhare paas is number ke alawa kaun sa doosra number hai? Woh Taya Furqan the aur itne ghuse se bole the ke woh kanp gayi.

Ji... Kya?

Haya! Mere saath bakwas mat karo, mujhe batao tumhare paas doosra koi number hai? Woh neend se jagi thi aur kabhi bhi itni hazir dimaagh nahin rahi thi. Magar saari baat samajhne mein use lamha nahin laga.

Arma pakdi gayi thi. Arma adhi raat ko kisi se phone par baat karti pakdi gayi thi.

Nahi Taya abba mere paas yehi ek number hai aur doosra Ufone ka jo aap ke paas all ready hai.

Tumhare paas MobiLink ka koi number nahin hai?

Nahi Taya abba! Aap be shak abba se pooch len. Yeh number unka hai. Aur maine doosra number rakha kar kya karna hai?

Acha theek hai. Unhone khat se phone band kar diya. Usne gehri saans le kar mobile kan se hataya aur doosre haath se chehre pe aaye baal samait kar peechhe kiye.

Tuwaarim Furqan Asghar pakdi gayi thi."Meri arma bhi to hai, majal hai jo bina sar dhakay bhi ghar se nikli ho."

Woh arma ke liye maa'zoor bhi thi aur fikarmand bhi, magar door andar dil ke is posheedah khaaney mein jo koi bhi mowjood shakhs duniya ko nahi dikhata, usay thodi si kamini si khushi bhi hui thi.

"Bohat acha hua Tayya Abba!" Iss dour ke khaney mein kisi ne kaha tha. "Ab to aap ko bhi maloom hoga ke doosron ki betiyon par ungliyan uthane walay logon ke apne gharoun par woh ungliyan loot kar aati hain. Bohat acha hua Tayya Abba!

Subah sawere uth'te hi woh isi karte, trousers pe ek dheela dhala sa sweater aur shawl lapet kar diya store agayi. Baal ab usne clutch mein bandh liye thay aur apne gulabi qinchi chappal pehn liye thay.

Store se usne card khareeda, recharge kiya aur mobile pe aman ka number milaate hue bahar café ke bar-aamde mein bichhi kursi kheench kar bethi. Wahan faasley faasley par gol mezoun ke gird kursioun ke phool bane thay. Students subah subah yahan nashta karne aate thay. Samne spinach ka khubsurat fawarah nasb tha. Gol chakkar mein maqeed fawarah jiska paani ki dhaar bohat oopar ja kar neeche girti thi.

Itni subah subah phone kaise kiya, khairiyat? Fatima zara fikrmand ho gayi.

"To kya main aap ko aise yaad nahi kar sakti?" Woh aaramdeh andaaz mein tang par tang rakhti zara khafgi se boli. "Hamari Pakistani exchange students hamein umooman MSD bhejti hain ya phir kisi SMS website se muft ka SMS kar ke call karne ka kehti hain to hum call back karte hain. Is liye agar woh Ali Alsubah khud phone karein to hairat to hogi na!

Bas aman! Gurbat hi itni hai, kya karein." Woh qinchi chappalon mein maqeed pair jhulate hans kar boli.

"Haan European Union ne woh hazaaroun euros ka scholarship to kisi aur ko diya tha na." Fatima ki tashweesh khatam ho chuki thi aur woh us ke andaaz mein baat kar rahi thi.