UMEED E SAHAR KI BAT SUNO. . .!

                                            UMEED E SAHAR KI BAT SUNO. . .!

Uzair sofe par betha tv dekh raha tha remort us ke hath mein tha wo bar bar channel badal raha tha itne mein Mahnoor dono hatho mein ik ik chae ka cup liye kitchen se bahir ai.

“ye lijie apni garmo garam chae...!” us nay aik cup uzair ki tarf barhaya.

“shukriya...” uzair nay remort table par rakha or cup pakrte hue muskra kar uska shukriya ada kia.

Wo bi muskrate hue uzair kay sath sofey pr beth gai thori dair kay liye wo dono tv pr nazrein jamae chae pitey rahe.

“Mahnoor! Phir kya socha tum nay?”

“Kis barey mein?” wo jan booj kar anjan ban gai.

“Tum achi tarah se janti ho mein kis barey mein bat kar raha hu...”

“Uzair mein apko bata chuki hu kat mein Pakistan nahi chor sakti.”

“Kyu nahi chor sakti? Yaha rakha hi kya hai?” uska lehja thora buland hua. “6 mahine ho gae hain hamari shadi ko mein tumhein samja samja kr thak gaya hu tum ho kay meri bat samjti hi nahi.”

“Uzair...! jo yaha rakha hai wo kahi or nahi rakha.” us nay cup table pr rakhne kay bad pur sakoon lehje mein jawab dia.

“HUH! Ajeeb larki ho tum, ye mulak jaha koi ye yaqeen se nahi keh sakta ke wo rat ko ghar zinda lotey ga b ya nahi tumhein ye mulak pasand hai?”

“han Uzair mujey yehi mulak pasand hai.” us nay pur aitmadi se jawab dia. “janana chahte hain kyu?”

Uski khamoshi mahnoor ko jawab de chuki thi. Wo uthi or study room mein chali gai. Waha us nay aik purani si diary utha li. Aj us en kafi salo bad apni diary hath mein pakri thi. Aik pal kay liye to wo yu diary dekh rahi thi jese uski koi khoi hui chiz mil gai ho.

Wo apni diary liey bahir ai. Uzair usi tarah sofe par betha hua tha.

“Uzair aj 13 august hai. Ye lein phir subha mujey apna akhri faisla suna dein.” Us nay diary Uzair kay hath mein thamatey hue kaha.

“ye kya hai...? Or kaisa faisla?” us nay diary pakrte hue kaha.

“Ap khud dekh lijie ga.” Mahnoor jawab de kar waha se chali gai.

Uzair rat ko jab ghar aya to Mahnoor so chuki thi wo study room mein gaya or kursi pr aram se beth gaya.

Us nay Mahnoor ki diary kholi.

“Mera nam Mahnoor hai...Mahnoor Fatima...!

Mein us waqt 10^th class ki student thi. Mere walid aik sabzi farosh the or unka sapna tha kay mein CSS karu.

Mene suna tha kay jeet hosle ki hoti hai par jis mulak mein hum rehte hain waha jeet sirf paise ki hoti hai.

Mein achi tarah se janti thi kay mere aba collage kay kharche kabi nahi utha sakein ge or mein matric se agey talim nahi khasil kar pau gi is liye meine mehnat karni chor di thi or 9^th class mein mere marks kuch zyada ache bi nahi aye the.

August ka mahina shiru hone kay sath sath school bi khul gae. Or sath sath 14^th august manane ki tayaria bi shiru ho gain.

Mein bi larkio kay sath mil kar 14^th august ko mili nagme parh dia karti thi par us din class khatm hui to meri urdu ki teacher madam Zoha sahiba nay mujey roka.

“Mahnoor! Tum taqrir karo 14^th august ko.”

“Mein...? mein kya taqrir karu gi madam...?” mujey unki bat mazak lagi.

“Tum bohat acha likhti ho Mahnoor! Class mein tumhare likhe gae mazmoon baqi sab se alag hotey hain. Agr tum taqrir karo gi to mujey bohat khushi ho gi.”

“Thik hai madam par koi topic to bataein?”

“Phir mein likh bi khud hi na du...? tum bohat acha likh sakti ho isi liye mene kaha hai...socho thora sa...!”

Mene us waqat han to kar di thi par mujey samj nahi aa raha tha kay kya likhu...

Rahi bat mere mazamin kay ache hone ki to wo mein bi manti thi kay muj jesa dimag chand hi logo kay pas hota hai or agr ye dimag kisi ameer kay pass hota to shayed wo aj asman ki bulandio ko choh raha hota.

Khair 12^th august ko mein school gai to madam Zoha nay mujey staff room mein bulaya wo waha akeli hi thi.

“Mahnoor! Tum nay taqrir likh li?” unho nay pocha.

“Han madam likh li hai.” mene jhoot bol dia.

“Sunao to sahi...!”

“Wo to ap 14^th august ko hi sunye ga.” meine muskara kr kaha.

“Ok thik hai, mein janti hu bohat zabardast ho gi.”

Mein us din sham ko sirio par apni copy or pen liye bethi. Mene hath mein qalm pakra or likhne kay liye copy par rakha hi to ama ki awaz ai. “Noori...! bartan dhone wale parey hain utho zara wo dho do.”

Mene wahi likhna chora or bartan dhone chali gai.

Agle din mein school se wapis ai to hazar kam mera intazar kar rahe they. Rat hone tak mein ghar kay kam kaj karti rahi. Phir mein itna thak gai kay bistar par dhair hona chaha.

Mein apne kamrey mein gai or charpai par gir pari. Meri nazrein chath ko tak rahi thi achanak mere dimag mein khial aya kay kal to 14^th august hai...! or meine abi tak koi takrir nahi likhi...!

Mein uthi or wo hi kagaz jis par mein kal likhne lagi thi uthaya. Taqrir likh kar aik bar parh li or sarane ke niche rakh kar so gai.

Subha mein uthi! Safeed uniform pr aj safeed dubate ki bajae sabaz dubata lia or school chali gai.

Mere janey tak takreeb shiru ho chuki thi.

“Mahnoor! Itni dair laga di. Khair abi bs tumhara nam ane hi wala hai apni seat par beth jao.”

Madam Zoha mera hi intazar kar rahi thi. Mein apni seat pr aram se bethe larkio ki taqareer sun rahi thi takriban sari larkiya Pakistan ko khasil karne kay liye qurbania dene walo ko hiraj e tehseen paish kar rahi thi.

Phir mera nam pukara gaya. Mein purey aitmad kay sath stage par gai.

“Bismillah ar Rahman ar Raheem

Hazreen e mehfil ASSLAM O ALIKUM

Abi meri chand dostoon nay Pakistan khasil karne kay liye qurbania dene walo ko hiraj e tehseen paish kia. Yaqinan wo tamam log bohat azeem hain or Khuda ka shukar hai kay hamein mazi mein hi sahi aise log to miley.

Unho nay hamein azadi dilai par mera sawal ye hai kay kya hum nay azadi barqrar rakhi hai? Ji nahi...! Aj jisey hum Pakistan kehte hain wo gareeb kay liye dozakh or ameer kay liye janat ban gaya hai.

Gareeb ki olad ko chahe khuda nay jitni hi silaitein kyu na di houn wo nakam hi hota hai or ameer ki olad chahe aqal se paidal ho kamyabi hi uska muqadar banti hai.

Aj yaha dehasht gard masoom bachioo kay school tabah kar rahe hain, masajid mein bomb phenkein ja rahe hain or khoon bi beh raha hai to gareeb admi ka.

Or ameer zade jo na khud halaat thik karte hain na gareebo ko mauqa dete hain kay wo halaat ache kar sakein...

Halaat ki sangini aik taraf hum to apni pehchan hi kho rahe hain. Hamarey han english bolne wala aik motbar or aqalmand insan samja jata hai jab kay urdu bolne wala aik anparh. Kameez shalwar pehnane wala aik jahil jabkay jeans pahnane wala aik modern or acha shahri samja jata hai. Hum dosre mamalik ko yu copy kar rahe hain jaise hamari apni koi zuban koi libas hi na ho...

Taraqi do nazriat ki bina par milti hai AZADI or BARABRI ye dono chizein hum kho chuke hain or agr hum inhein dubara hasil kar lein to koi mojiza hi ho ga...

Bahar hal ye meri soch hai is se aitfaq karna ya na karna apka haq hai...

Bohat shukria.”

Mene apni taqrir khatm ki kisi nay tali na bajai. Kisi kay wahm o guman mein bi nahi tha kay mein aesi taqreer karu gi.

Bad mein achi taqreer karne wali larkiyo ko inamat se nawaza gaya mujey koi inam na dia gaya. Lekin mujey apne kie par koi sharmindagi mehsos na hui.

Taqreeb kay ahtatam par madam Zoha sahiba mere pas ain.

“Mahnoor aisi taqreer likhi thi tum nay? Aesi soch hai tumhari? Khud to tum na umeed ho lekin na umeedi phelao to nahi...!”

“Huh...!” mein tamasharana andaz mein muskarai. “Umeed or wo bi is mulak mein reh kar...? Madam merey liye umeed ka lafz napaid ho chuka hai. Mein mayus na houn to kya karu? Itni zahanat hone kay bawajood mujey koi faida nahi...mere walid kay pas meri ala taleem kay liye sirf sapne hain or is mulak mein sapne or himat nahi balke paise ki jeet hoti hai...isi liye mene to mehnat karni hi chor di hai isi liye mere 9^th mein marks bi ache nahi ae. Agr ache bi aa jaein to mein konsa agey parh pau gi...Or rahi bat taqreer ki to mene apni soch sab kay samne bayan ki hai...!” Mein sanjida thi.

“Mahnoor! Tum nay parhai pr tawaja deni chor di hai to mein tumhein bata du ye koi aqalmandi ki bat nahi.” unho nay aitmnan say meri bat sunanae kay bad kaha. “Or tum is sarzameen par basne walo kay barey mein kya keh rahi thi? Areay yaha kay log to aise muhabat karne or khial rakhne wale hain kay agr aik hamwatan takleef mein ho to dard sari qoum ko hota hai or Mahnoor khuda us qoum ki halat kabi nahi badalta jo khud apni halat na badlna chahe. Mahnoor! Khuda nay tumhein jitni zahanat se nawaza hai agr tum is ka istamal karte hue sanjidgi se parhai karo to agle 14^th august pr mein tumhari taqreer sunana chahu gi.”

“Thik hai dekh lete hain kya ho jata hai mere mehnat karne se...!”

Us din kay bad mene sanjidagi se parhna shiru kar dia. Class mein dihan deti or homework bi bakaidgi se karti sath sath mein ghar kay kam bi karti thi.

Madam Zoha mujey is tarah mehnat karta dekh kar bohat khush thi. Mene aba se wada kia tha kay 10^th mein zabardast marks lu gi agey collage mein parhna ya na parh sakna kismat pr chor dete hain. Aba bi khush ho gaye warna meri mayusi unhe b udas kar deti. Bahar hal ama kay siwa sab muj se bohat khush the.

Aik din mein ghar ka kam kar kar kay bohat thak gai. Sham ko parhte parhte meri ankh lag gai. Mein kitab muu par rakhe soi pari thi kay ama ki awaz meri samat se takrai.

“Noori! Noori! Utho...” wo khawas bakhta thi.

“kya hua ama?” mein uth kar beth gai.

“Tumhare aba abi tak ghar nahi aye, chalo mere sath unhe dhundane chalein.”

Aba nay ghar aney mein itni dair kabi nahi lagai thi. Mene dubata sar par lia or amma kay sath chal pari.

Galiyo mein bohat rash tha. “Beta! Kya hua hai?” Amma nay gali mein karhe ik larke se pocha.

“Pata nahi mujey bi nahi pata.” us nay hamein jawab dia.

Phir hum us jaga gain jaha aba reri lagate the. Ambulances ka shor tha or logo ka hajoom. Aurtein chihein mar mar kar ro rahi thi...

Mein sari surat e hal dekh kar gabrha gai door door tak aba dikhai nahi de rahe the. Phir mujey aik jana pehchana chehra nazar aya. Mein un kay pas gai.

“Jamal bhai! Kya hua hai?” Jamal bhai hamre parosi they.

“Khud kush damaka ho gaya hai...” unho nay zor se bataya itna shor tha kay kaan path rahe they...unki bat sun kar mere rongte karhe ho gaye.

Unho nay amma ki taraf dekha jo muj se thora piche idher udhar aba ko dhoond rahi thi to wo un kay pas gaye.

“Khala! Ap Noori kay sath ghar jaein mein chacha ko lay kar ata hu.”

“Noori kay aba kaha hain?” ama ki nazrein ab bi aba ko dhoond rahi thi.

“Idher hi kahi houn ge. Ap jaein...Noori! Le jao inhe.”

Mene ama ka bazu pakra or ghar ki taraf kadam barhane lagi amma or mein dono abi bi mur mur kar piche dekh rahi thi.

Ghar pohnch kar mene ama ko pani pilaya or hosla dia hala kay mein andar se khud bohat dar gai hui thi. Phir ama thori sambhali to mein sirio par beth gai or ama charpai par bethe aba ka intzar karne lagi.

Kafi dair bad darwaze par dastak hui.

“Amma! Aba aa gaye..!” mene khushi se ama ko kaha or darwaza kholne chali gai.

Mene darwaza khola to samne Jamal bhai karhe the. “Bhai! Aba nahi aye...” mera chehra utar gaya.

Is se pehle kay Jamal bhai kuch kehte chand muhale kay larke aba ki mayat kandho pr rakhe ghar mein dahal hue...

Mein darwaze par hi gir pari. Yu laga jese mere sar se kisi nay chadar cheen li ho...

Ama yu chikh rahi thi jese bijli kark rahi ho...

Agle din madam Zoha afsoos kay liye mere ghar ai. Un ki mulaqat amma se bi hui unho nay hum dono ko hosla dia... Parhai kay barey mein koi bat na ki.

Kuch din taziat kay liye log ate rahe phir sab apne apne kamo mein masroof ho gaye. Mene school jana chor dia tha.

Amma nay aba kay hotey hue jo paise bacha bacha kar rakhe they unhi se ghar chal raha tha. Rukhi sukhi kha kar hum dono maa beti guzara kar hi leti thi.

Phir kuch dino bad madam Zoha dubara mere ghar ai tab amma bazar mein sabzi lene gai hui thi.

Pehle to wo aba ke liye afsoos hi karti rahi phir unho nay mujey bataya kay kuch dino mein imtahanat shiru ho rahe hain.

“To kya? Mene kon sa paper dene hain?”

“Kya matlab? Tum aisa nahi kar sakti Mahnoor...! tum apne purey sal ki mehnat or apne aba kay sapne zaya nahi kr sakti...!”

“Mein ama ka dil bi nahi tor sakti. Wo nahi chahti kay mein parhai karu or wese bi mein apni jama pungi apni taleem par nahi kharach kar sakti. Or sach kahu to muj mein himat nahi rahi...” Mene unki taraf gor se dekha. “Madam mein apki bohat izat karti hu apki bat talna mujey pasand nahi please mujey dobara paper dene kay liye na kahie ga.”

“Thik hai Mahnoor lekin meri ik bat yad rakhna raat chahe jitni lambi or andheri kyu na ho subha zaroor hoti hai.” Unho nay apna bag uthaya. “Masaeb se nahi gabratey Mahnoor! Kyu kay sitarey hamesha andhere mein hi chamaktey hain... Meri bat par gor zaroor karna.” Wo yeh keh kar chali gain.

Do teen din guzar gaye mene madam ki bato kay bare mein kuch na socha agr mera dihan unki taraf jata bi to mein khud ko kisi kam mein masroof kar leti.

Ab ama kay pas thore say paise hi bach gaye they, wo kafi pareshan rehti thi na hi to hamara kamane wala aba kay bad koi tha hum paise kaha se la sakti thi...?

Mein raat ko apne kamre mein gai to khirki khuli thi mein khirki kay pas gai or take laga kar chodwin kay chand ko dekhne lagi jo puri abo o tab kay sath noor barsa raha tha asaman sitaro ki chada orey hue tha. Mera dimag har soch har khial se azad tha mein bas asman ki taraf dekhe ja rahi thi kay achanak madam Zoha ka chehra mere dimag mein ubra...

“Masaeb say gabratey nahi kyu kay sitare hamesha andhere mein hi chamkatey hain.”

“Mahnoor! Tum nay parhai par tawaja chor di hai to koi aqalmandi nahi ki. Khuda us ki halat nahi badalta jo khud apni halat na badalna chahe.”

“Mein agley 14^th august par tumhari taqreer sunana chahu gi.”

“Meri bat par gor zaroor karna.”

“Khuda us ki halat nahi badalta jo khud apni halat na badalna chahe.”

“UFFF...!!!” ab mujey unki batein tang karne lagi thi. Mein khirki se hati or almari se take laga kar bath gai. “Ama kay pas to thore se hi paise bache hain. Agr mein 10^th kay paper de lu to kam az kam mahale kay chohte bacho ko un kay ghar ja kar parhane kay kabil to ho jau gi warna log to kahein ge kay khud to matric tak nahi kia or hamare bacho ko parhane ai hai. Han! Pass to mein ho hi jau gi itna to mein janti hu...pura sal mehnat ki hai. ALLAH kisi kay sath na insafi nahi karta to phir mere sath kyu kare ga...mujey himat kar kay paper dene houn ge. Han! Mein zaroor du gi paper...zaroor!” Mene us andheri rat mein UMEED E SAHAR ki bat sun li thi.

Mein agli subha school gai. Madam Zoha ko mujer dekh kar herangi to nahi han khushi zaroor hui thi.

“Mujey pata tha tum aao gi...!”

“Madam mujey mera roll number or date sheet de dein. Baqi tayari mein ghar beth kar hi kar lu gi.”

“Kar lo gi...?” unka ishara ama ki taraf tha.

“INSHALLAH...!”

“Mahnoor! Tumhein is tarah bat karte hue dekh kar mujey bohat khushi ho rahi hai. Ye hui na asal Mahnoor!” wo muskrain.

Mein ghar wapis gai to amma mera hi intazar kar rahi thi. “School gai thi na tum?”

“Nahi...kam dhondane gai thi mein.” Mene jhoot bol dia.

“Kya kam?”

“Wo meri aik saheli hai na wo bohat ameer hai uskay chohte behan bhaio ko parhane jaya karu gi un kay ghar.”

“Tanhua kitni miley gi?” ama nay jhat se pocha.

“2 hazar...”

Unho nay sunte hi mujer galey se laga lia. Meri ankho se ansoo nikal ae.

Imtahanat shiru ho gaye. Mene barpoor mehnat shiru kar di. Har waqt parhti rehti thi ama muj se pochti thi kay mein kya parhti hu?

“Bacho ko parhana hota hai na, wo tayari karti hu.” Mein jhoot bol deti or ama kay nazro se ojal hone kay bad ro parti.

Mere paper bohat ache ho rahe the . Akhri paper tha to mein soch mein par gai kay aj kay amma se kya kahu gi. Ye soch kar hi mera hal behal ho raha tha.

Mein ghar pohnchi to ama nay mera latka hua mu dekh kar muj se pocha. “kya hua hai?”

“Ama wo un logo en mujey kam se nikal dia hai...” mene ama say akhri jhoot bola.

Ama chup ho gain koi sawal jawab na kia.

“Amma! Mein or koi kam dhoond lu gi. Wo Aasia bibi hain na jin ka itna bara ghar hai...Jamal bhai bata rahe they kay unhe aik nokrani ki zarorat hai. Mein un kay bartan manj lu gi par amma mein paise zaroor lau gi...”

“Nahi! Mein kam kar lu gi tumhari jaga...”

“Nahi ama...apki sehat or umar is bat ki ijazat nahi deti...mein khud karu gi kam.”

Agley din mein Aasia bibi kay ghar gai. Unho nay mujey kam par rakh lia. Mujey bi koi aitraz na tha wo pura din akeli hi hoti thi unki aik hi beti thi jo mulak se bahir parhne kay liye gai hui thi or rat ko merey ghar wapis aa jane kay bad un kay shohar office say atey or subha mere jane se pehle hi wo office chale jaya karte the.

Mein ghar ai or amma ko bataya kay mujer 3 hazar pr unho en kam par rakh lia hay to ama ki khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Ama ko khush dekh kar mera dil mutmain hua mujey bohat sakoon mila. Mene kabi socha bi nahi tha kay aik nokrani ki hesiat se kam karne par mere dil ko itni taskeen pohnch sakti hai par ama ki khushi mein meri khushi thi...

Aik martaba mein kam se wapis ai to amma merey aney tak so chuki thi. Mujey bohat bhook lag rahi thi mein kitchen mein gai to khali bartan parey they. Lihaza mein bhooki pyasi so gai.

Subha uthi to amma nay bataya kay kal dupehar se ghar mein khane kay liye kuch bi nahi hai.

“Amma ap fikar na karo mein Aasia bibi say kahu gi kay meri tanhua aj hi mujey de dein phir poorey mahiney ka rashan kharid lein ge or amma ap naya jora bi le lena. Mein bas abi jati hu un se paise lay kar nashtey k liye chizein ley ati hu.”

Ama ko itni bhook lagi hui thi kay un say bat tak nahi ho pa rahi thi. Mein bhooki payasi Aasia bibi kay ghar gai subha kay bartan dhoe phir mene un se bat ki.

“Bibi ji agar ap mujey mahine ki tanhua abi de dein to bari meharbani ho gi. Merey ghar mein khaney ko kuch b nahi bacha sara saman khatm ho gaya hai amma kal se bhooki hain.”

“Ok, jatey hue le jana.” Unho nay meri bat par tawaja diey bagair kaha.

“Bibi ji please abi de dein meri amma bhooki hain.” Mene minat ki.

Wo kuch dair to mere chehre ki taraf takti rahi phir apney kamrey mein gai or 3 hazar rupee la kar mere hath mein thama diey.

“Sath mein nashta bi le jao.” wo muskrain.

Meri khushi ka thikana nahi tha mene unka bohat shukria ada ki or dil hi dil mein hazaro duaein di.

Mein ghar aa rahi thi to rastey mein paratho wali dukan pr meri nazar pari. Amma ko aloo kay parathe bohat pasand they mene 2 parathe lay liye.

“Aj ama khush ho jaein gi.” ye hi sochte hue mein ghar ki janab qadam barha rahi thi.

“Amma dekho mein kya kya lai hu...!” mein khushi say ghar mein dahal hui.

“Amma! Amma!” mujey amma sehan mein nazar na ai to mein awaz detey hue amma kay kamrey mein dahal hui. “Amma......!!!!!!” mere mu se chikh nikali.

Mere ujrey hue baag mein bacha ik akhri phool bi murja chuka tha....meri amma mar chuki thii... mene amma ko girey pare dekha to mere hatho se parathey paisey sab gir gaye...

Meri chikho siskiyo mein log meri amma ko muj se door lay gaye or mati taley dafan kar aye. Muhaley kay log kafi din atey jatey rahey phir sab dunya dar dunya dari mein lag gaye.

Main bilkul akeli ho gai thi bilkul akeli...Khuda ki itni bari zameen par mera koi nahi tha...

Jab pait ki bhok barhane lagi to mene dobara Aasia bibi ka darwaza kathkataya. Unho nay amma kay kay liye muj se afsoos kia or kuch kahe bina mujey dobara kam par rakh lia.

Din guzartey ja rahe they...mein ghar ati to sunsan ghar dekh kr meri ankhein nam ho jati. Aisey lagta tha jese khuda nay ab mere muqadar mein ansoo hi baqi bachaey hain. Mene hasna bolna bilkul chor dia tha.

Poora din bibi Aasia kay ghar kay kam karti or rat ko rotey rotey so jaya karti.

Aik din main table saaf kar rahi thi or Aasia bibi sofe par bethi akhbar parh rahi thi.

“Mahnoor! Tumhein pata hai 10^th mein jis nay poore sube mein pehli position li hai na us ka nam bi Mahnoor hai. Barey zabardast marks liye hain!”

Mene unki bat an suni kar di. Mein paper school sab bhula chuki hui thi.

Itney mein tv par bi khabar chalne lagi. News anchor bi yehi khabar parh rahi thi. Aasia bibi nay akhbar table par rakha or tv dekhne lagi. Mene pehle to akhbar ki taraf na dekha pr phir meri nazar khud akhbar pe par gai.

Wo roll number mera hi tha...! Han wo Mahnoor Fatima mein hi thi!

Apna nam top par dekh kar mujey ama aba bohat yad aye. Meri khushio mein shareek hone wala koi na tha...

Mein apne jazbat par kaboo na rakh saki or zar o qatar rona shiru kar dia. “Areay Mahnoor kya hua hai?”

Aasia bibi nay muj se pocha. Muj se bat karni mushkil ho rahi thi. Bola hi nahi ja raha tha. “Mahnoor batao naa!” unho nay mere kandhe par hath rakha.

“Ye Mahnoor mein hi hu. Ye mera roll number hai.” Mene himat kar kay bataya.

“Kya...? Sach...!” Yaqeen karna un kay liye bohat mushkil ho raha tha.

Phir ye bat jungle mein aag ki tarah phel gai. Media walay muj par toot parey.

Mere samney itney sare sahafi mike pakrey karhe they, itney cameras thay pr mein nam ankhein liye sab kay samney chup kar kay khari thi. Bad mein unho nay bibi Zoha say bat ki to unhe mere dukho kay barey mein pata chala.

Miss Zoha, muhaley waley, bibi Aasia, media walay, saab mere gun ga rahe they magar mein murjaya hua chehra liye kisi say koi bat na karti thi.

Phir kuch din bad aik channel walo nay mujey interview kay liye bulaya. Muj say pocha gaya kay mein apne aba kay katilo ko kuch kehna chahti hu?

“Mene unki jan baksh di khuda kay liye wo dusro ki janein baksh dein.”

Muje hamdardi ki kai calls ati rahi mene khul kay kisi say bat nahi ki thi bs “hun, han” mein jawab deti rahi.

Akhir par muj se pocha gaya kay mein agey kya karna chahti hu. “Mein CSS karna chahti hu. Mere aba ki khaish thi.”

Hakomat nay meri parhai ka kharcha uthaney ki zimadari le li or mujey inam kay tor par kafi paisey diey gae. Naya ghar dene ka bi kaha gaya par mene mana kar dia.

Mein jaha se guzarti log ruk ruk kay mujey dekhte, meri tarifein kartey. Magar mere andar ki dunya bilkul udas ho gai hui thi. Par is bat par khushi hoti kay aba ki rooh pursakoon ho gi.

Agla 14^th august aaya to miss Zoha nay mujer school taqrer kay liye bulaya. Main purey time par pohanch gai.

Mera nam liya gaya to mein stage par gai.

“Bismillah ar Rahman ar Raheem.

Samein Asslam o alikum!

Pichlay saal isi din isi jaga karhe ho kar mene kaha tha ka aik gareeb ki is mulaq mein koi izat nahi or gareeb kuch nahi kar sakta chahe us kay pas jitni hi khuda dad salaitein kyu na houn pr meri soch galat sabit ho gai. Mein Mahnoor Fatima aik nokrani purey sube ki toper hu...!”

Logo nay talian bajani shiru kar di mein khamsoh hui.

“Mene apni halat badlna chahi to khuda nay meri halat badal di. Main apni qoum ko behis samjti thi par aisa bilkul bi nahi hamari qoum mein madam Zoha jaise log bi shamil hain jo muj jese mayus logo ko hosla dete hain or ye ehsas dilatey hain kay na umeedi kufar hai. Hamari qoum behis nahi hum apney halat badlna chahte hain or wo din door nahi jab Pakistan aman ka gehwara ban jaye ga. Iqbal nay kaha tha

NAHI HAI NA UMEED IQBAL APNI KASHT E WIRAA SAY

ZARA NUM HO TO YE MATTI BARI ZARKHEZ HAI SAQI

Bohat shukriya.”

Mene apni taqreer khatam ki or stage say niche utari. Logo nay talian baja baja kar apney hath laal kar liye.

Ye meri kahani thi. Mein samjti thi kay Pakistan mein reh kar mein apna ap kabi nahi manwa saku gi par mein galat sabit hui. Aj mujey kon nahi janta sab mere gun gatey hain. Agey mein CSS karu gi apney aba ka khawab pura karu gi or kabi umeed ka daman hath say nahi choru gi kyu kay na umeedi kufar hai.”

Uzair nay Mahnoor ki diary band ki. Uski ankhein num ho gain.

Wo subha hone tak study room main hi thori dair kay liye so gaya. Jab wo utha to Mahnoor kai salo ki adat ko barqarar rakhte hue aj bi 14^th august yateem khane mein yateem bacho kay sath manane kay liye tayar ho rahi thi.

Jab wo bahir aya to wo ghar say bahir qadam rakh rahi thi. “Mahnoor!” Uzair ki awaz sun kar wo ruki. “Mein bi tumharey sath chalu ga. Mil kar celebrate karein ge or ainda mein tum par kabi bi Pakistan ko chorney kay liye dabao nahi dalu ga Or na hi kabi mayoos houn ga.”

Mahnoor us ki bat sun kar muskra di khushi say uski ankhein bhar ain...

Umeed e Sehar