jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 94

Is roz jab Ayesha ne use SMS kiya toh woh haalay ke saath Jumma ki namaaz par Ayyub Sultan Jama masjid aayi hui thi.

Namaaz Jumma pe Jama masjid mein khaas tamaam kiya jaata tha. Tark-e-rasm ke mutabiq kam umr ke bachay Jumma ki namaaz parhne Sultan ke khaas libaas mein aate. Sunehri pagri, sunehra aur safed zar taar libaas, beech mein talwaar, kaamdaar jootay pehne woh nathay Sultan ki maaon ki ungliyan thaame har jagah phir rahe the.

Ansari mohalley mein baaley ke saath chalte hue use be ikhtiyar apna aur DJ ka tark mein pehla din yaad aaya tha. Woh din jo bohot taweel tha. Ab inn saade teen mahino mein kitna kuch badal chuka tha.

Ansari mohalley mein Istanbul ke behtareen aur sastay scarf mila karate the. Woh ab sar dhakay baghair bahar nahi nikalti thi, magar uske sare dupatte chiffon ke yaarishmi hote, jo sar pe nahi sakte the. Ab woh yahan aise scarf lene aayi thi, jo sada aur ek rang ke hon, na ke aise shokh aur kaamdaar ke har kisi ki tawajju gher hain. Use ab kisi aur ko apni taraf mutawajjah nahi karna tha. Jahan uska tha. Use aur kuch nahi chahiye tha.

Woh apne chand joro ke saath ham rang scarf pick karwa rahi thi, jab message tone baji. Usne phone nikal kar kharaash zadah screen ko dekha. Ayesha ka paigham jagmaag raha tha.

"Maine sare ghar mein dhonda, magar nahi mila. Tum khud kisi din aa jao, dobara mil kar dhund lete hain."

Usne wic and pay aanay ka wada kar ke mobile par rakh diya.

Wapsi pe jawahar chalte hain, mujhe phone ki is screen ko theek karwani hai."

Shiver! Halle ne hami bhar li. Woh DJ ke baad uske saath saath hi rehti thi. Halle un logon mein se thi jo doosron ki madad ke liye hamesha tayyar rehte hain aur badle ki tawqaa ke baghair madad karte rehte hain.

Turkey ke par khuloos log! Purkhuloos

Ta qism se unhon ne underground metro pakri. Pehla stop chhod kar woh doosre par utar gayin. Station se bahar samne hi jawahar shopping mall tha. Buland o baala khajoor ke darakht, lash chamakta maal. Roshniyon ka samundar.

Halle kuch khaane ke liye take away karne ek restaurant mein chali gayi aur woh bulai floor par phone repairng shop pe aagayi. Panch das minute ka kaam hai mem! Aap ka wajah beith jayin. Main abhi kar deta hoon."

Jis tark dukaan daar ladke ne us se phone liya tha, woh phone ka muaina kar ke bola.

Woh sar hila kar samne ka wajah pe baithe aur rack se ek magazine utha kar you nahi warg ghoomaani karne lagi. Ladka ab show case ke peechhe khada, uske mobile ke tukde alag kar raha tha. Casing utaar kar usne battery nikali toh ek dam ruk gaya aur sar utha kar qadrey tazabzab se haya ko dekha. "Madam! Isne zara aljhan se pukara. Haya ne magazine se sar utha kar usay dekha. "Kya hua?"

"Yeh lagaa rahne doon?"

"Kya? Woh risala rakh kar uske qareeb chali aayi.

"Aap ke phone mein GPS tracer hai. Use lagaa rahne doon?" "Tracer? Mere phone mein tracer hai?" Woh saans lena bhool gayi thi.

"Oh! Aap ko nahi pata tha aur jisne yeh tracer daala hai, woh toh hamesha aap ki location trace kar raha hoga." Woh bina palkein jhapakaye apne mobile ke andar lage naakhun barabar baar ek tracer ko dekhe gayi.

Aur woh sochti thi, Pasha ko is ki location ka kaise pata chalta hai? Yaqeenan is ke peechhle phones mein bhi tracer hoonge.

Tabhi.

Yeh bohot se fastikated hai mem! Woh jab chahe us se phone ka mike on kar ke aap ki guftagu bhi sun sakta hai.

Ab is ka kya karoon?"

Woh chand lamhe usay dekhe gayi. Uska zehan tezi se kaam kar raha tha.

"Use lagaa rahne do."

"Really?" Ladka heran hua tha.