Woh Roz-Marra ki Zindagi
Baarish peeche reh gayi,
platform khamosh ho chuka tha…
aur hum dono
apni apni zindagi ki taraf
laut gaye.
Ghar ke darwaze band hue,
kapde badle,
chehre par roz-marra ki muskurahat odh li—
magar dil
abhi bhi usi pal par atka hua tha.
Raat gehri ho chuki thi
jab phone vibrate hua.
Unknown nahi…
woh naam tha
jo dil ne pehle hi padh liya tha.
"Pahunch gayi?"
uski awaaz simple thi—
bilkul roz ki tarah.
"Hmm… tum?"
maine pucha.
"Ghar."
Ek chhota sa waqfa.
"Dil nahi tha."
Main samajh gayi.
Kuch baatein
roz ka hissa ban jaati hain,
magar unka bojh roz naya hota hai.
"Khaana kha liya?"
usne poocha.
"Haan… bas thoda sa."
Sach aur jhoot ke beech
kahin atak kar.
"Tum hamesha kam hi khati ho,"
uski awaaz mein
woh purani parwah thi
jo kabhi gayi hi nahi.
Phone ke doosre siray par
khamoshi thi,
magar ajnabiyat nahi.
Hum baatein karte rahe—
ghar ke chhote masle,
kaam ki thakaan,
aur din bhar ke fuzool waqiat.
Koi shikwa nahi,
koi wada nahi.
Bas
common life.
"Kal subah uthte hi message karna,"
usne kaha.
"Bas bata dena
ke tum theek ho."
Main muskurayi.
"Tum bhi."
Call khatam hui
par dil nahi.
Bistar par let kar
main chhat ko dekhti rahi
aur sochti rahi—
yeh jo hum kar rahe hain
na milna,
na door jana…
shayad isi ko
sabr ke saath ishq nibhana kehte hain.
Aur shayad
imaan aur jazbaat ka beech ka raasta
isi tarah ka hota hai—
na khamosh,
na be-lagam…
bas thehra hua.
Phone phir vibrate hua.
Sirf ek message tha:
"Allah hifazat mein rakhe."
Maine jawab likha—
thoda ruk kar:
"Ameen."
Aur pehli baar
mujhe laga
ye ishq
zinda reh sakta hai…
aadat ban kar nahi,
dua ban kar.
Shehar, Ghar aur Woh Dabao
Woh shehar alag-alag thay,
par dono sheharon ki hawa
intezaar jaanti thi.
Uska ghar — Hyderabad.
Purani gali, neem ke darakht,
aur ek aisa ghar
jahan subah Qur'an ki tilawat
aur shaam ko chai ke saath
ghar walon ki awaazein ghoonjti theen.
Uska khandaan
izaat, rawayat aur sabr se buna hua tha.
Walid masjid se juda hua tha,
amma ke liye
ghar hi ibadat tha.
Yahan beti ka hansna bhi
ek andaaz mein hota tha,
aur mohabbat…
aksar khamoshi mein pale jaati thi.
Woh — Lucknow ka rehne wala.
Tehzeeb sheher ki rag-rag mein basi hui.
Uska ghar bhi wadaadar tha,
magar thoda zyada sakht.
Naam, khandaani shanakht,
aur "log kya kahenge"
yahan har faisle par bhaari hota tha.
Uski maa
uske liye pehle hi
"munasib rishta" dekh chuki thi—
achi family,
baraabari ka status,
aur shehar ke andar hi.
Phone calls ab bhi jaari the…
magar awaazon mein
ek naya bojh aa gaya tha.
Woh Rishtey ki Baat
"Ammi keh rahi hain,"
usne ek raat dheere se kaha,
"agli eid se pehle
kuch tay kar lena chahiye."
Main chup ho gayi.
Dil ne suna,
par lab khamosh rahe.
"Mere ghar bhi baat chal rahi hai,"
maine kuch der baad kaha.
"Rishta… door ka nahi chahiye unhein."
Do shehar.
Do khandaan.
Aur beech mein
do dil
jo har roz thoda-thoda
mazboot banne ki koshish kar rahe the.
"Tum par koi dabao hai?"
usne poocha.
"Dabao nahi,"
maine sach kaha,
"umeedein hain."
Aur umeedein
kabhi kabhi zanjeer se zyada
bhaari hoti hain.
Us taraf se saans ki awaaz aayi.
Phir woh bola—
"Main tumhara naam lene ka soch raha hoon."
Mera dil ruk sa gaya.
"Par mujhe darr lagta hai,"
usne aage kaha.
"Kahin main tumhein
aur mushkil mein na daal doon."
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"Har sach kehna himmat hoti hai,
aur har himmat ka anjaam
waqt par nahi milta."
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"Mera imaan mujhe rukna sikhata hai,"
maine dheere se kaha,
"aur mera dil
tumhein chhodna nahi."
Call khatam hui
par faisla nahi.
Hyderabad ki raat aur
Lucknow ki subah—
dono shehar
shayad ek hi dua
maang rahe thay.
Ya Allah,
agar ye rishta mere haq mein hai
to asaan kar de,
aur agar nahi…
to dil ko raazi kar de.
Aur kahani
ab sirf ishq ki nahi rahi—
yeh khandaan, shehar aur qismat
teenon ka imtihaan ban chuki thi.
(To be continued…)