jannat ke pattay...[Leaves Of Paradise]

part 75

Wo tawajjah diye Bana lambay lambay dagh bar ta bahar chala gaya. Usne nigahain poore kamray par dora'in. Woh bara sa kamra tha. Ek taraf bara sofa rakha tha aur doosri taraf aatish dan, jis ke paas woh kursi se jakdi bethi thi. Aatish dan mein aag bharki thi.

Har iqlim ki daaimi aag. Sath hi lohay ki chand silakhain pari aaloo mein dehak rahi thin. Un ke saray par

English ke mukhtalif huruf likhe thay aur woh huruf dehak dehak kar surk angare ban chukay thay. Aatish dan ke ek taraf ek chhoti angoothi rakhi thi. Is mein jalte angaron pe ek bartan mein shehad ki tarah

Ka gaara sa maai'a abal raha tha. Us ki boo sarey kamray mein pheli thi. Shehad se zyada bhura maai'a. Woh shayad wax thi. Usne gardan gara di. Us ki himmat khatam hoti jarahi thi. Woh ab bohot der se us kamray mein tanha pari thi aur yahan se nikalne ka koi raasta nahin tha. Usay lag raha tha usne woh call zaaya kar di. Pata nahin woh kaun tha aur usay us ki baat samajh mein aayi bhi thi ya nahin aur woh kuch kare ga bhi ya nahin. Agar woh ghar phone kar leti to shayad... Magar

Nahin, ghar phone karne ki surat mein baat phail jaati aur us se to behtar tha ke woh yahin pari rehti. Lekin baat to ab bhi phail jaaye gi aur jo zillat, jo badnaami us ka intezar kar rahi thi. Us ke samne woh bhooli basri ki video

Aagayi.

Shareefon ka mujra.

Nahin, please Allah ta'ala, meri madad karein." Woh bheegi aankhon ke sath dua gayi. Us ki dua pehle qabool nahin

Hui thi, shayad ab ho jaaye. Shayad ab us ki madad kar di jaaye.

Aatish dan ke qareeb hone ke baa'is tapish us tak pahunch rahi thi aur us musalsal hadd tak us ke paon dekhte ja rahe thay. Woh zar da aaloo ko dekh rahi thi jis ki surkh lipaten uth uth kar hawa mein gum ho rahi thi. Garmi barhti ja rahi thi us ka sara wujood goya aag mein dehak raha tha. Lambay baal kamar aur kandhon par bikhray thay, woh un ko simatne par bhi qadir nahin thi. Usne poora zor lagakar kursi ko peechay dhakela, magar woh nahin hili. Peenay ki chand boondain

Us ki gardan aur peshani par chamak rahi thi.

Dafa'tan darwaza khula usne gardan mor kar dekha. Woh ek pastah qad, cheeni naqoosh ka hamil shakhs tha. Us ke haath mein ek chhota bag tha, jise usne kamray mein dakhil hote hi meiz pe rakh diya phir us ki taraf aya aur ek haath se kursi ka rukh apni janib mora aur haath se dikt tape ka kinara pakar kar kheench kar utara.

" Aaha...... Natasha!" Woh qareeb se dekhne pe koi roosi lagta tha."Main Natasha nahi hoon, please mujhe jaane do," ek umeed ki bandhi keh woh usay kisi aur ke dhokay mein pakar laaye thay.

"Now you are Natasha, English, English? All right, all right!" woh asbat mein sir hila kar muskurata hua.

"Please mujhe jaane do," woh us ki peeth ko dekhte hue muntazir bhare lahje mein boli. Woh aag ke samne khara utha.

Tapish ka rasta ruk gaya. Zara sa sukoon mila.

"Pure country, toh rust girl, pure people!" woh nafi mein sar hila kar ek silakh uthaye usay ulta palat kar dekh raha tha.

"Mera baap ameer aadmi hai, woh tumhein tawwaan ki raqam de de ga." "Sunta sha, you want English name?" woh tooti phooti angrezi mein kehta us ki taraf palta. Woh jawaab diye bina yek tak us

Silakh ko dekhi gayi jis pe likha "M" dehak raha tha. Ya shayad woh "W" tha.

Woh silakh kyun dehka raha tha? Kis liye?

Ek khauf sa us ke andar sar uthne laga. Usay be ikhtiyar us kamray mein be sudh pari ladki ka wajood yaad aaya. Woh

Titu nahi tha. Woh lamha bhar mein jaan gayi thi.