Qismat ! aksar soii huii qismat apni taweel shab se uktaii huii ek subah ki muntazar hoti hai..ek aisi subah jis se aankh mila kar usko yaqeen hojaaye ke ye wahi hai jiska mujhe intizaar raha hai kub se…sadion saalon zamaanon se….ek khushaaind zindgi ka khwaab…her dil inhi khwaabon ka jawaab talaashta hua…apni qismat ki ore dekhe jaata hai…koshishon ki kamyaabi ka zaamin bhi qismat..mayus ujdi huii shaam ka dilaasa bhi qismat…ek be-shara ka sahaara bhi qismat…ek kaali shab ka sitaara hai qismat…ek saawaali dil ka naara hai qismat….ek ummid ek sahara hai qismat..kaatib ke haath jub qismat likhte honge tab in anginnat mukhtalif taqdeeron ke faislon per kitna roye honge kitna masrur huye honge najaane apne ahkaam bajaa laatey waqt ek lamhe ko bhi ye khayaal aaya ho, hikmat ne qismat ki samjh kitnon ko bakhshi hogi?…hakeemi, kareemi ki taraf maayel hone may jo waqfa lagaati hai wahin ruki tehri ek-tak dekhe jaati hai qismat…kitnon ki khahish hai ye ke agar kabhi ye mujhe il jaaye tou “puchenge apna haal teri be-basi se hum”
Tarranum ki taangen bus ke intizaar may shull hochuki theen…ye rozmara ka maamul tha..in laambi laambi linon may buson ka intizaar karna…aur un linon may usi ki tarha muntazar musafiron ke chehre padhna..aksar chehre kitaab hote hain…qismat apni lakeeron ka jaal unke chehron per hi bunn deti hai…tarranum ko apna aap un lakeeron may gum hota dekhaii deta…mai kahaan hun in lakeeron may…ye lakeeren abhi mujhse koson door hain…qismat abhi mere haal per meherbaan hai…ye saari kaali parchaaiyaan in gehri aankhon ki chilmanon taale chupaali hain..abhi mujh per qismat ki karwaton ka koi asar nahi hua hai….vo is bheed may khud ko gum na karsaki..bas unhen chupke se dekha karti aur socha karti” kaash Aye Maalik, mai tujhse sabki khushiyaan maang sakti…maangun bhi tou unki takmil ka waada talab karsakti…soch ki perwaaz bas yehin tak tou hai…khayaalon ka safar apni bulandiyaan taaye tou karleta hai…per aankh khulte hi jitni surrat ke saath paspaai ka saamna karta hai vo koi ehsaas baaqi rehne nahi deta…bas inhi sochon may ghaltaan line may aage badhti rahi.
Bus jaise hi dikhaii di sabke chere khil gaye…ab tou awaam-un-naas ke khidmat-gaaron ke khokle daawon may bhi koii dam nahi raha…bas voton ke haasil karne tak zubani naaron may simat kar reh gaii thi awaam ki qismat.. ab unki ankhon may koii ummid kal ki nahi…ke vo kal isi aaj ka hi janma hua hoga..aur saare shobon ki tarha transportation ka shoba bhi apni misaal aap tha..jub pura mulk hi beraahrawi ka shikaar hai tou mai kyon nahi….mujhe kya log dhoop may sukhen ya chal chal maren…so buson ka apne tayeshuda waqt per aana tauheen samjha jaane laga hai..aur log tou intizaar ke aadi hote hain…ek aur intizaar ye bhi sahi…ye afratafri roz ka maamul tha…badhawas pareshaan log apne hawason may kahaan hote hain….aur tarranum ki majburi ye thi ke is dhakam-dhakka bheed may khud ko bacha kar sawaar hona aur apni manzil tak pahunchna…
Tarrannum ne bachpan ka khubsurat chehra khud may mehfuz rakha tha ab tak…halaath tou soch per munhasar hote hain.insaan ka dil jis andaz se zindgi ko mehsus karna chahe…zindgi usey waise hi lagti hai..usey tou ye zindgi, sirf ek baar milne waali zindgi ,niyamat hi lagi…haseen…be-panaah khubsurat…her lamha jazbon se bharpur….her
Safar ko tou taye hona hota hai..vo kahan qismaton ka haal jaanne ki haisiyet rakhta hai..ek sitaara kub se tarranum ki qismat per rashk kiye jaaraha tha…aakhir is dil may khuda ne aisa kya rakh diya hai ..jo isey meri zarurat nahi hai…ye tou wahi hai jo usne adam ke seene may rakhi…ye wahi hai jo khud Rab ne apne liye moqadar ki…ye wahi hai jo isne apne bandon ko qismat ke iwaz inaayet ki…Mohabbat ko ibadaat banaa daala…aur khud mohabbat ban baitha…is se khubsurat khuda bande ki chahat kya hosakti hai..
Tarrannum zindgi ke her moqam per khush-o-khurram dikhaii di..usne apni zindgi aas paas bikhre her rishte ke labon per saja daali..vo rishte jo bas bantey chale gaye vo samete chali gaii….unka silsila ab tak jaari hai…jaari rahega….Insha Allah...
