Maa

Afsanon may khojana tou purani adat thi…Nani bi aksar kaha karteen jo afsane likha karte hain vo khud afsana hojaya karte hain…bas aaj sochti hun tou lagta hai vo kitna sach kaha karti theen…hosh jub tak na tha pareshaani na thi…shaur jub se mila duniya begaani lagi…kaisa nizaam hai yehaan zinda tou hain zindgani nahi…her taraf shor hai ….insaan halath se majbur hai….zamane ka purana dastur hai…bebas ko sada azmate hain log…meri kahaani ka unwaan hai maa…us si bebas aur koii kahaan….sirf dilbastagi ka samaan aurat nahi..us ke seene may bhi dhadkta hai dil…aksar derd bantte bantte khud bhi tadpta hai dil….per muskurati nigahon ke peeche chupi thi jo daastaan….vo maa ke siwa koii jaane kahaan…

Vo hilaal idd ka hai ya meri pari ka Jamaal hai…ye shahkaar mera bhi hai per saara qudrat ka kamaal hai…aksar haijra socha karteen..jub bhi unke haan phir ladki paida hoti….utna hi pyaar aata unko us per..jitna pehli baar pehli ladki per aaya tha….magar nanibi tou nalaan theen..shikwakinan theen…aye kaash yarab is baar beta dedeta….hajira muskura deteen…ye tou rab ki merzi hai…baaqi her ummid rishton ko lekar ferzi hai….unhon ne tou apna aap bhula kar apni ladkion may gum hokar zindgi basar karli….Barrister Jamaal apne waqt ke mashur shaksiyet rahe…unke lateef jazbaat unke peshey se male hi nahi kha sake….zindgi tou waqt ki pukaar per lubbaik chahti hai…aur Jamaal ne kabhi waqt ki pukaar nahi suni..aur haajira jaanti theen kal waqt ye nahi rahega…waqt ki maang aur badhegi….unhen fikr khaye jaati thi jub vo apni ladkion ko jawan hota dekhti theen….duniya tou Jamaal jaisi nahi thi…uski nazar unper thi….unki paspaii per ghaalib aane ko aksar beqarar they….jo unke raqeeb they…jo kabhi unke habeeb they….jamaal ki khushbakhti se inkaar kisey tha…vo zindadil,ek wafashuaar biwi ke shauhar,sughad,zaheen,haseen betion ke walid,ek aala khandan ke ferd jo they…..magar Jamaal ki saadgi se unhen khuda waste ka bair tha….muskurahaton ke peeche khanjar chupaye baithe they kitne…ke kub koii moqa mile vo waaaar Karen…..aakhir rab ku bhi apne pyaaron ka imtihaan maqsud hua…..jo kashti bhanwar se kinara kiya chahti thi….maujon ke thapedon ki zad may aa hi gaii…..

Jamaaal ek din namaz e fajr ke baad chakra kar kya gire haajira ke sar per asmaan tut pada…unke pairon tale zameen khisak gaii…ab kya hoga mere rabba….magar vo janti theen ye hauslon ka waqt hai….halaath ke samne datt kar khadi hogayeen….jamaal bister se lug gaye…late late hajira ko bachon ko taka karte….vo jinki ek awaz per sab bhigi billi ban jaaya karte they aaj vo apni bebasi per ro bhi nahi sakte they….unhen waqt se koii shikayet na thi…unhen apni biwi ki himmaton per maan tha…haajir apni halath e ghair chupaye phirteen…bachon ko yaqeen dilateen…abbu tou bilkul thik hain bas zara kamzori hai…waqt ke saath behter hojayenge…ladkiaan nadaan nahi theen..ander hi andar roya karteen…phir yon hua ke khuda tou waqt ka marham ban kar derd ke maron ko miljaata hai unhen bhi milgaya marham waqt ka…..sabar aa hi gaya….ek sabar kaafi nahi tha zindgi ke liye…saari zaruraten…adhure moqadme ….sab raah tak rahe they….aur hurmaan nasibi ki dastaan shadaab chehron per raqam horahi thi…vo haseen kanwal kulmala rahe they…zaruraton ki aag saara husn noch rahi thi…phir bhi zindgi ko bachaye rakhe jaraheen theen sab…khuda ki nazar haajira per hi thi zamane bhar ki tarha…aur haajira ne is siffak waqt ko apne hauslon ki girafat may liye rakha….her vo mumkin qurbaani unse li gaii jo aam halaath may mushkil thi ek ghayoor khatun ke liye…jamaaal chasmdeed gawah rahe aur apni biwi ke wahed parastar rahe….vo jaante they us tanha dil ki her kauft..her derd ke saajhedaar they vo..rab ki merzi sab ki merzi thi…vo rishte jinki nazron may kal talak ehtraam tha aaj bhuki nazron se pakeeza rishton ko tak rahe they…kyon ki muhafiz ki laathi jo chin gaii thi….khuda ki beawaz laathi ka khauf kisi ko nahi tha…Apne bachon ko jistarha panchi apne paron may chupaye rakhta hai bilkul us tarha hajira ne apni betion ki mazbut faseel bani raheen..zamane ki serd o garm nazron se bachate bachate kitni lahulahan huyeen ke unhen apne zakhmon ki khabar tak nahi rahi….log apne hathon ka kitna sahi istimaal karte hain..vo ungli jo shadath e haq ke liye uthti hai vo bebas ki taraf jub uthti hai mat puchiye us dil pe kya guzarti hai…vo lahu ro bhi nahi sakta…Ek Maa ka ferz badi khobi se nibhaya Hajira ne..khuda ne her lamhe ka ajar mohabbat likha….her us dukh ka hisaab chaman likha….her us esaar ka jawab rehmat likha….vo sila jo rab se mila uske aage zamane ki her sangdili bardasht karli gaii…Jamaal tou ruba sheath ho na sake..haan Hajira javeddan hogayeen…unki mohabbat ka sila unki aulaad ko milgayaa…karam ka sila bahut khubsurat mila….khuda ke mehbub se rishta purana tou tha unke ashiqon ki gali bhi milgaii…khuda ke faisle anmol hain…uske pyaaron ke sab sahi qaul hain…

Admi ki darasgaah awal Maa hi tou hai..her payambar,nabi aur wali ko rab ki gali walidain ke batan se hi mili….Her rishte se barter Rishta Maa ka kar diya…..aur apni mohabbat maa ke seene may rakhi…Maa ko is bartari ke qabil kardiya…Haasil e zindgi ye rahe…..Maa ki mohabbat may insaan rab se mile….mohabbat admiyet ki pehchaan hai….mohabbat ka naam hi imaan hai…
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