Zindagi ek khwaab hai...kya waqi ?...gar khwab hai tou itna haqeeqi kyon lagta hai...gar haqeeqat hai tou khwaab hona kyon chahti hai...kya isi kasmakash ka naam hai zindgi ?...hmmmm shaayed her daur ek alag rukh zindgi ka le kar hi milta hai...ab jis ka dil jo chahe vo haasil kar le is say....bas vo haakim daana hai...usne tazbazab ke isi lamhe ko imtihaan bana daala...zara dekhun tou mera banda ye daana chug leta hai ke sairi ka izhaar karta hai...
Khuda ne bandey ko nafsaani kamzorion ke saath hi dhaala...warna uski pehchaan badi asaan hoti...khud ko sattar hazaar perdon may chupaane ka wahed maqsad yehi tha....gar banda apni ghaflat ka ek perda noch phenkta hai tou phir mai apne sattar hazaar perdon ko uska inaam kardunga...uske naam kardunga...phir mai uska hun...vo tou azal say mera hai rahega...bas usko hi mera hona hoga....uski laghzishon may daba her ehsaas mujhe hi yaad dilaayega....uski ghaflath ka her lamha mujh ko hi dhundega...yakhuda...thaam le mujhe...nikaal le is gerdaab say...mujhey motiyon ki hawas nahi...faqat tere karam ki chah hai...mai mohabbat karun yehi zindgi hai meri..tuu agar chahe mujhe, ye mere moqaddar ki baat hai..
Maine dekha meri tamaam umr ko dohra kar....bachpan say jawaani tak...jawaani say is padau per...jub ke mosamon ki tarha uska ye shahkaar bhi rang badalta raha...jub uski mohabbat dil may hoti hai mosam ek hi rehta hai....jis waqt duniya ghaalib hoti hai tab tezi say rang badalta hai....ke humen ye ehsaas hojaaye ke, gar tere ehsaas may mai rahun to zindgaani hai...gar sirf tu hi tu hai tou faani hai...bas do lamhon ki tu kahaani hai...phir kya hai ye rona dhona...kis liye aakhir ye armaan hai...kya tuu ne is duniya ki khaatir apne karam baantey hain...ye beej mohabbat ka usi ne boya hai...ye shajar saaya ban kar teri kahaani dohraayega...tu apne amal say pehchaana jaayega....bas tera yehi maqsad hai...tuu mohabbat ke maaron ke kaam aayega...
Aaj say pehle aaj say zyada shaayed itni khushi mili hi nahi...kabhi dekha na tha ye wahi khwaab hai.kyon dil ko yaqeen nahi aata ke ye wahi barson puraani pukaar ka jawaab hai...saaima aur bache khushi say jhum uthey apna naya ghar dekh kar..
Saima ki anthak mehnath aur musalsal koshish ka phal tha ye..apni her khahish ko balaa-e-taaq rakh kar apne bachon ke mustaqabal ka khwaab dekha tha usne...saima ek padhi likhi seedhi saadhi bilkul ek aam si aurat thi...uski yehi khoobi usey khaas karti thi ke usne apni soch ke siwa kabhi kisi ki perwa hi nahi ki...aur uski soch uske bachon ki bahbudi ke khayaal ke ilawa kya hosakti thi..
Aaj itne barson baad uska gharonda apni tamaamter jagmagahaton ke saath maujud tha...ek ek tinka karke ye bana aur aaj uske bachon ke liye ek muhafiz chath ka intizaam ho paaya tha...jisey vo aaj apna keh sakti thi...aaj quraan-e-shareef ke saath is naye ghar may daakhil hote huye uski aankhon say ashk rawaan they..lab shukurguzaar aur dil ehsaan-mand-e-khuda-wand tha...
khuda khuda kar ke zindgi phir apni dagar per chal nikli thi...saima uske shauhar roz apni job per nikal jaaya kartey..aur bache school...din mahinon may tabdeel hote gaye...ekdin achanak halaath ne karwat li..khushi buund buund barsi thi...ek sailaab aaya aur saari khushiyaan baha le gaya...
Daadi amma say suni kahaani haqeeqat may badal jaayegi ye khwab-o-gumaan may bhi na tha...saima ki badi ladki apne hawas kho baithi thi...hosh baaqi tha...ehsaas zaayel....jaane kya hua kisi ki samajh may nahi aaya....zareen ek behad samajhdar zaheen ladki thi...jo school say ghar ghar say kitaaben...yehi daud thi uski...uski kaifiyet khuli kitaab thi...maano kisi nay uske zehen per qabza karliya ho..aur usko perde may dhak liya ho...uski herkaten,uski zubaan tak badal gaii...saima deewani huii jaa rahi thi...kya yehi tha itni kadi azmaish ka sila...
khuda say lo lagaaye baithi thi vo...sab kuch teri raza mere Maalik-e-do-jahaan...ke achanak ishaara hua...ek saaheb-e-emaan buzurg say mulaqat huii...unhon ne dhaaras bandhaii...ye ladki masoom hai....aur vo jis mushkil may giraftar hai usko khabar hi nahi..khuda ne chaha tou vo bilkul thik hojaayegi...
saima ne duaon may ajab asar dekha...uski ladki pursakun hoti jaarahi thi...uski halaath sudhar rahi thi....magar saima ke sawaal khatam nahi horahe they...aakhir ye kya tha...aur kaise hua....ek maasoom ke zehen say khel kar kya mila...agar duaon ka saaya na milta ek zindgi barbaad hoti...ek khaandaan tabaah hojaata...ek ghar neelaam hojaata....
kabhi kabhi sawaalon may hi jawaab poshida hote hain jisey hum sunna hi nahi chahtey...ya ansuni kar dete hain...her saanehe ka koii na koii sabab zarur hota hai...her saaneha yehi ehsaas dilaata hai ke hum kahaan chuke...humne kub kisi ko apni laperwaii tale rond daala tha....kub kisi ki aah ke zimmedaar rahe they....ek lamha soch ka, ek lamha ehsaas ka....humaare kal ki behtri ka sabab banta hai....
