Umar

Log tou aam say insaanon ko bhi jog lene per majbur kar detey hain..ye duniya jiski duhaii deti hai duniya ka hi ghada hua hawwa hai...aur hum hain ke marey jaa rahe hain is fikr may ke log kya kahenge..ye duniya gar aise logon say bhari padi hai tou kahin na kahin chund ache log bhi tou maujud hongey jo kya hua gar humen mile nahi per hain tou...unhi saaf suthre dilon ko niyamaton ki tarha qudrat ne perdon may rakha hai...jub rehmat josh per aajaaye tab ye perdey chaak hote hain..tab inaayet hoti hai...rehmat ko josh may laane waali pukaar....jis dil say bhi nikle rang laati hai..

Kahaan ghalath thi mai..kaise hogaya ye sitam...Maahru num aankhen liye soch may dubi huii baithi thi....ek sarbarah ki haisiyet say sab ki bhalaii ke khayaal ne ek masum ki khahishon say muhallat maangte waqt ye nahi socha ke ye ek nakhatam hone waala waqfa hoga...jisme khamoshi say koii khwab taabir ki hasrath may tanha reh jaayega...us waqt itni door-ras nahi thi uski aankhen jo aane waale waqt ko padh paateen...warna us say ye ghalathi kabhi na hoti...per ab kya hosakta tha...kehte hain tadber say bigdi huii taqdeer bana lete hain log...per usey koi tadbeer sujhaane waala bhi mil nahi saka.....soch tak be-bas thi....aur waqt tamaash-been...


Aalia bachpan say hi ajz-o-inkisaari ka paikar rahi....us ne kabhi koi zid koi maang nahi rakhi kabhi apni maa ke aage...bas jis cheez ka hukum hua kiye gaii....jawaani ke her ehsaas ko balaa-e-taaq rakh kar ilm-o-amal ke maidaan may nabard azma rahi...apne bhaii ka saaya bani..apni maa ka apne waled ka her ishaara hone say bhi peshter vo samajh jaane waali beti bani....aisi Aalia kaise nazar andaaz hogaii .............kahi koii derd chota ya bada nahi hota..derd tou derd hota hai.....jub ek derd aankhon ko muhallath na dey phir koi kuch aur kya dekhe...youn halaath ne ek gul apne khaaron taley chupa liya....


Aaj peeche mud kar dekha tou wahaan wahi muntazar do aankhen dikhaii deen jo pooch rahi theen meri baari kub aayegi...meri khamoshi kub suni jaayegi....Maa ek tumhare siwa kaun sun sakta hai mujhe...aur Maa ne deewaani Maa bhi usey na sunn saki...nahi nahi suna bhi aur ansuna bhi kar diya...nahi nahi ek maa say apni beti ka koi derd kaisey nazar andaz hosakta hai..usne apne derd may uska derd bhi basa liya..usey bhi apbe seene say laga liya..khamoshi maa ka bhi moqaddar thi..usey pareshaan karna nahi aata tha..pareshaan hona, pareshanion ko chupaana ata tha....ke halaath ke shikaanje may vo khud bhi tou jakdi huii thi....is tarha ek dil waqt aur halaath ki zad per khud ko qurbaan karta raha....

Maahru ki duaon ko intizaar hai apne maqbul hone ka...apni noor-e-nazar ki aankhon may sitaare bharne ka..un haseen narm-o-nazuk haathon may mehndi ke rang sajaane ka...surkh jode say sanwri damakti huii Aalia ko aankhon may bhar lene ka....ye intizaar taveel hota jaa raha hai...be basi haawi hoti jaarahi hai hauslon per....khuda jaanta hai ski hikmaton ko...uski hi hikmaton say ghiri huii hai zindgi...usi ke ishaaron per amal paira hain sab....koi qismat baghair uski rehmat ke sanwregi kaise....aur uski rehmat uske mehbub ke sadqe mil jaaye ...yehi iltija hai..yehi dua hai...

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