jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 46

Shayad woh sirf Ginger Bread House ki baat kar raha tha, ya shayad unke talluq ki. Woh abhi kuch bhi sahi ya galat samajhna nahi chahti thi.

"Magar mein mudaawaa kar doonga."

"Mudaawaa?" Uske behte aansu pal bhar ko thay.

"Haan, mein tumhein bilkul aisa Ginger Bread House bana kar laa doonga." Aur uska dil chaha, woh phoot phoot kar phir se roo de.

"My foot Jihan Sikandar!" Woh ek jhatke se uthi aur geelay pair paani se nikaal kar slipper zameen daale. "Meri zindagi mein Ginger Bread House se bade masail hain."

Woh tezi se palat-ti to dheele jode ka aakhri baal bhi khul gaya aur saare baal abshaar ki tarah kamar pe sidhe girte gaye.

Woh tez tez qadam uthati hui dhalan par chadhne lagi.

Jihan lab lab ka shuma usay door jaate dekhta raha.

Woh takye se tek lagaye, paon liye, kambal mein leti thi. Dono haathon see mobile tha, woh game khel rahi thi.

Saath waale beink par taali munh pe takye rakhay soorhi thi. Chairi study room mein thi. Khadija neeche apne beink ki kursi par baithi mez pe rakhe laptop ki kunjiyon pe ungliyaan chalaa rahi thi.

Husain ka birthday Ginger Bread House tootne se kharab nahi hua, uska birthday tumhare over reaction se kharab hua hai. Tumne apne cousin ke saath achha nahi kiya. Uska qasoor nahi tha. Usne tumhein waqai nahi dekha tha. Agar tum thoda sa zebt kar lete aur khulay dil se apne cousin ko welcome karte, to hum usi toote hue Ginger Bread House ko yaadgaar bana lete. Usay ek doosre ke chehron pe milte, uske saath tasveeren khinchwaate aur kya kuch nahi karte.

Cheezein waqti hoti hain, toot jaati hain, bikhar jaati hain. Rawayye daaimi hote hain. Sadiyon ke liye apna sir chhod jaate hain. Insaan ko koi cheez nahi haar sakti jab tak woh khud haar na maan le aur tumne aaj ek toote hue Ginger Bread House se haar maan li.Laptop ki screen pe nigaahain jamaaye DJ tezi se kuch type karti keh rahi thi.

Haya usi tarah bill chhaati mobile ke button dabaati rahi.

"Tumhare jaane ke baad sab itne sharminda thay keh mat poocho kaise maine beshakim sab ko mana kar Husain se cake katwaya."

Dafaata Haya ka mobile baja to DJ khamosh ho gayi. Haya ne lab bhichaye screen ko dekha. Wahan Jihan ka mobile number likha araha tha. Chaahne ke bawajood bhi woh call Mister Dhanh kar saki.

"Kya hai?" Usne phone kaan se laga kar bohot aahista se kaha.

"Abhi tak khafa ho?" Woh ek dum itni apnayat se poochne laga keh woh lab kaat kar reh gayi. Halaq mein ansoon ka golah sa atakne laga.

"Khafa honay ka ikhtiyar apno ko hota hai, mujhe yeh ikhtiyar kabhi kisi ne diya hi nahi."

Itne lambe mukalme mat bolo. Mujh se ab sardi mein nahi khada ja raha. Foran bahar aao."

Woh ek dum uth baithi.

"Tum kahan ho?" Aansu ghayab ho gaye.

"Tumhare dorm ke bahar balcony mein khada hoon."

"Mere Allah! Tum ab tak yahin ho." Woh phone phenk kar uthi, tezi se seedhiyan phalangti neeche utri aur dor kar darwaza khola.

Woh balcony ki railing se tek lagaye, seenay pe baazu lete khada tha. Usay dekh kar muskuraya.

Uff Jihan!" Haya darwaza band kar keh us tak aayi. Usne T-shirt ke upar ek khula sa siyah sweater pehna tha aur baalon ka phir se dhela jora bandh liya tha. Aankhein abhi bhi moturam thi.

Kab se khade ho udhar?" Woh khafgi se kehti uske saath akhri hui.

"Jab se tumne bataya tha ke tumhari zindagi mein Ginger Bread House se bade masail hain. Main ne socha unko hal kiye baghair na jaun. Chai to nahi pilao gi?"

Woh kuch aise darte darte bula ke woh saari talkhi bhula kar hans di."Aao tumhein Apple Tea pilati hoon. Tumhare turki ki sooghat hai warna Pakistan mein toh hum ne bhi saib wali chai nahi peeti thi." Woh dono saath saath androni seedhiyan utarne lage.

"Aur hum yehi pe karke bade huye hain. Kitna farq hai na hum mein." Woh shayad yehi na bola tha. Magar kitchen ka darwaza kholti Haya ne mud kar use dekha zaroor tha.

"Haan, bohot farq hai hum mein." Usne tasleem kar liya tha. Usne haar maan li thi, aur insaan ko koi cheez nahi haar sakti jab tak woh khud...

Uf yeh DJ ke sunehri aqwal bhi na... Woh sar jhatak kar kitchen mein dakhil hui. "Apple Tea toh khatam hai, ab sadah chai piyo." Usne cabinet khol kar chand dabbay aage peeche gaye aur phir mayoosi se bataya.

"Doodh nikalo, mein chai ka pani charhata hoon." Woh aage barha, dekchi dhondh kar nikali, us mein pani aur patti daal kar chulhe par charhaai aur chulha jala diya. Woh aisa hi tha, fawaz se kaam kar dene wala. Uske haath bohot sakht aur mazboot se lagte thay. Kaam ke, mehnat aur mushqat ke aade.

"Rehne do Jihan! Mein kar lungi." Tumne karne hote toh ab tak kar chuki hoti. Ab us se pehle ke pani sookh jaaye, doodh daal do, balkay mujhe do tumne keh..."

Usne plate dhote hue doosre haath se doodh ka ba utthaya aur khud hi dekchi mein anday daal diya. Woh use dekh kar ruk gayi.

Woh khule nall tale plate khangal raha tha. Jeans aur jo garz pehne, sweater ki aastinain kohniyon tak moray, woh taqseem square ki metro mein mojood us executive se qataan mukhtalif lag raha tha, jis se chand haftay qabal Haya mili thi.

"Haya... Haya..." DJ howas bakhta si chalati hui kitchen mein dakhil hui.

"Tumhara phone mar jayega bach bach kar. Oh, assalamu alaikum." Jihan ko dekh kar woh gur bara gayi.

"Wa alaikum assalam!" Jihan ne palat kar use jawab diya.

"Tumhara phone!" Woh Haya ko phone tha kar waapis mud gayi.Haya ne mobile par dekha. Paanch missed calls. Turki ka koi ghair shanakht number. Iss waqt uska mobile phir bajne laga. Usne screen ko dekha. Wahi Turki ka number. Iss baar usne call wasool kar li.

"Hello," jab woh boli toh uski awaz mein tazabzub tha.

"Haya Suleiman! Bande ko Abdul Rahman Pasha kehte hain. Ab tak toh aap mujhe jaan gayi hogi." Woh shustah Urdu mein keh raha tha. Uski awaz mein Mumbaikar ka teekha pan tha aur lahja bohot thanda tha. Haya ka rang pheeka pad gaya. Usne palken utha kar Jihan ko dekha. Woh bohot ghoor se uske chehre ke nishaanat ko dekh raha tha.

"Wrong number!" Usne keh kar phone rakhna chaaha magar woh aage barha aur mobile uske haath se le liya.

"Kaun?" Woh phone karn se bolta toh uske chehre pe bepanah sakhti thi.

"Kaun?" Usne dhraya. Shayad doosri janib se koi kuch nahi bol raha tha. Jihan lab bheenchey chand lamhe intezar karta raha. Phir usne phone karn se hataaya.

"Band kar diya hai." Usne mobile Haya ki taraf bharate hue jaanchti, mashkook nigaahon se usay dekha. "Kaun tha?"

"Tumne nahin bataya toh mujhe kyun batata. Shayad wrong number tha." Woh ab sambhal chuki thi.

"Hoon! Tumhein koi tang toh nahin kar raha?" Phir jaise woh chonka. "Woh phool... Pata nahi kaun hai." Usne shaane uchkaai hai. "Jaane do."

"Har us minute ek jurm hai. Hum uske liye police ke paas ja sakte hain." Woh kuch soch kar bola.

Kisi maslay ka hal Jihan Sikandar ke paas na ho, aisa mumkin tha bhala ma. Jaane do. Main use zyada ahmiyat nahi daiti. Khud hi theek kar rakhega."

Gho ke woh mutmaeen nahi hua tha. Magar sar hila kar palat gaya. Aur nall phir se khol diya.

Haya ka mobile ko silent pe laga kar jeb mein daal diya. Woh is nazuk rishte mein mazeed badgumani ki mutahammil na thi.