Chapter 87: ּ ֶָ֢.CH86

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Alizeh Shirazi ke saath apni mangni khatam hone ke baad, woh is arse mein pehli baar Jameela Dawood ke saath London aaya hua tha. Nabeela Shirazi ke saath family talluqaat abhi bhi waise hi the. Daawat par mad'oo kiya gaya toh usne wahan Alizeh ko bhi dekha. Us din woh usse yun mili jaise unke darmiyan kabhi kuch hua hi na ho.

Usey rishta khatam hone ka koi gham ya dukh nahi tha. Woh uske saath yun baat kar rahi thi jaise bichhre huay purane dost bohot achanak mil gaye ho. Rabta khatam karne par koi aitraaz, koi shikwa shikayat bhi nahi hui.

Woh sar jhatak kar wahan se uth gaya jahan woh thi aur jahan uske cousins ek hujoom sa banaye baatein kar rahe the. Woh gallery mein ja khada hua. Jameela Dawood doosri rishtedaar khwateen ke saath masroof thi. Haroon Shirazi bhi coffee ka maza lete kisi baat par hans rahe the.

Zindagi se bharpur mahaul magar uske andar ek dam se tangi barh gayi thi. Nigahain baar baar Alizeh ki taraf uth jati thi. Woh kisi baat par itna hass rahi thi ke aankho mein paani tak aa gaya tha.

"Kya usey zara sa bhi afsos nahi hai?"

Sawal bas ek hi tha. Aur jawab jaise kahin nahi tha. Bhanwein sukud ke woh uljha raha.

"Main chah raha tha agar aap aur main aaj kahi bahar chalain," agle din usne Jameela Dawood se kaha. Woh lounge ke sofa par taang par taang jamaye baithi thi. Coffee ka mug haath mein tha. Siyah ghane baal seedhe gir rahe the. Aqb mein flat ki deewar geer khidkiyo se darya-e-Thames nazar aa raha tha.

America mein har weekend par woh outing ka plan bana lete the. ghoom phir kar shopping karte, kisi achhe restaurant mein khana khate. Haroon free hota toh woh bhi saath deta magar zyada tar usmein Jameela aur Hammad hi hote the. London aane ke baad masroofiyat mein is qadar izafa hua tha ke guzishta do hafto mein ek baar bhi woh apni mummy ke saath waqt nahi guzaar saka tha.

Unhone uski baat suni. Siyah baalo mein haath phirte lamha bhar ke liye kuch socha.

"Aaj ka plan kaisa rahega?" Remote uthate woh sofa par baith gaya. Channels badalne laga.

Unhone coffee ka mug rakh diya. Unhein kisi baat ka khayal aaya.

"Aaj toh main kuch masroof hoon. Zaroori kaam se bahar jana hai. Kyun na itwaar ko rakh lein?" Muskura kar kaha. Aisa pehli baar hua tha ke woh unhein yaad dila raha tha aur woh maazrat kar rahi thin. Aamuman par aisey sabhi plans woh khud hi banaya karti thin.

"Sure!" Usne koi aitraaz na kiya. Shaam tak usne apne cousins ke saath plan bana liya. Khoob ghoomte phirte rahe. Uski cousin Mona usey apni har favourite jagah dikhana chahti thi. Tasveere kheenchte haste hue woh unka bharpoor saath de raha tha. Alizeh bhi saath hi thi magar woh khud hi usse ek faasla sa barqarar rakhe hue tha. Aakhri manzil "London" aayi thi. Woh apne cousins ke saath wahi maujood tha. Baraf gir rahi thi. Mausam sard tha. Woh shahrah par chalte is manzar ko door se dekhte hue aage badh raha tha. Aur tabhi uski nigah sadak kinare Jamila dawood par pari aur woh jhatke se apni jagah ruk gaya.

Unke pehlu mein ek naujawan tha. Uske baal maathe par bikhre hue the. Woh kisi baat par hanste hue unki taraf dekh raha tha.

"Faris!" Zehan mein ek dum se jhamakka hua. Barfile mausam mein uska wajood aag ki lapet mein aagaya.

"Zaroori kaam se bahar jaata hoon. Kyun na itwaar ko rakh lein?"

"Zaroori kaam?" Woh sakte mein khada tha. Uske cousins ek doosre se baatein karte, peeche reh gaye the. Mona ki kisi baat par shor macha rahi the. Usne Hammad ka baazu pakad kar kheench bhi diya tha, magar woh sadme mein ghira hua jis taraf dekh raha tha, usi taraf dekhte reh gaya tha.

Shirazi Mansion ke tamam manzar zehan mein taza ho gaye. Bhooli basri yaadein wazeh ho gayi. Mehngay khilaune, qeemti libaas, har asaaish se bharpoor ek mulazim ka kamra aankho mein ghoom gaya. Baat zyada purani na thi.

Usse dada ka gussa bhi yaad tha, unka garam mizaj aur narazgi bhi. Uske zehan mein uljhan ya sadma sirf in baato ka nahi tha. Uske to wohm-o-guman mein bhi na tha ke uski mami Faris Wajdan se rabte mein thi. Us Faris Wajdan se jo Alizeh ke saath uska rishta khatam hone ka sabab bana tha.

Use woh apni aas pas, zindagi, rishte aur har jagah Faris Wajdan aane laga tha. Bachpan se lekar aaj tak Faris apni jagah qaim tha. Dada ne uski kafalat kabhi khatam nahi ki thi, aur uski mami ne uska saath nahi chhoda tha. Guzishta paanch saalo se woh London ja rahi thi, har doosre teesre mahine. Kabhi dus din ke liye, kabhi pandrah din ke liye. Woh yeh samajhta raha ke woh apni art exhibition ke liye ja rahi hain. Rishtedaaro se milne, Nabila shirazi ke bulawe par unki parties attend karne ke liye. Tasawwur me bhi na tha ki wo Faris Wajdan se milne aati thi. Uska dimagh gusse se phat raha tha. Woh apne ghar ke kisi fard ko samajh nahi paa raha tha.

"Yahan ho kya raha tha?"

Woh Faris ka hath pakde uth gayi thi, usse bate krte hue, uski sunte huye, wo sharah kirane London eye ki janib badhne lagi thi. Woh uski maa thi wo uska waqt kisi aur ko de rahi thi use inkar kar ke woh Faris Wajdan ke sath ghum rahi thi. Usey yu laga jese uske sath dhoka huwa ho. Jese uski mummy ne uske sath jhuth bola ho. Uski ehmiyat ko kam kiya ho.

"Kon tha yeh Faris Wajdan?"

"Kya aukaat thi uski?"

"Kyu guzishta terah chodah salo se woh uske har dil ajiz rishto ke hosh hawaso par chhaya hua?"

"Koi bhi use chhorhne ko taiyyar na tha, na dada na uski mummy bawajood iske jo usne Kiya?"

"Bhala mulazimo ko bhi itni ehmiyat di jati hai? Jitni haisiyat use di jaa rahi thi ?"

"Malkhan bhi is tarah waqt niklte hai jese uski mummy uske liye nikalti thi ?"

"Is tarah galtiya maaf kardi jaati hai, jaise uski kar di gayi thi?"

Uska dil achat ho gaya. Mood kharab ho gaya, woh wahi se wapas palat gaya usne apne cousins ki ek na suni aur usi waqt ghar chala gaya. Jamila Dawood raat gyarah baje tak waapas aayi thi. Usne unse koi baat nahi ki. unhone agle din uske saath bahar jaana chaha, toh usne mana kar diya. Cousins ke saath party arrange karni chahi, toh bhi mana kar diya. Unke sath shopping par bhi nahi gaya. Cousins ke sath kiye gaye sabhi plans cancel kar diye. Jamila dawood uske badlte rawaiye se pareshan ho gaya. Baar baar puchhti rahi use kya hua tha? Magar woh kuch bhi batane ko taiyar nahi tha.

America pohanch kar uska rawaiyya majid kharab ho gaya. Woh mulazimo par baat baat par barsne laga tha. Chhoti chhoti baato par gussa aane laga tha. Ghar dair se aane laga tha aur Jamila Daud ki calls ignore kar raha tha. Ghar ke kisi fard se theek se baat tak nahi kar raha tha. Azam Shirazi ne Jamila dawood se puchha tha unhe khud maloom nahi tha usey achanak kya hua tha. Woh uske liye bahut pareshan ho rahi thi.

"Tumhein ho kya gaya hai, Hammad?" Woh ghar takeer se aaya toh Jamila dawood ne lounge mein hi rok liya.

"Mujhe kya hua hai?" Woh sard aur ajnabi lehje mein bola, aakho mein duniya jahan ki begaangi thi.

"Baat se masle hal hote hain. Is tarah chup rehne aur gussa dikhane se kya milega, siwaye tension ke?" Unhone pyar bhare lehje mein kehte hue uska baazu pakad kar apne paas bitha liya.

"Batao, kya hua hai? Kyun itne ghusse mein rehne lage ho?"

Ab jab wo istiksar kar rahi thi usey bolne par uksa rahi thi to usne apne andar ke ghusse par qabo pate hue unse bat karne ka faisla kar liya. Pareshan woh thi to sukoon me woh bhi nahi tha.

"Faris kaun hai mummy?" Usne surkh hoti aankhein un par jama kar poocha. Jamila Daud apni jagah manjamad ho gayi. Sawal ghair mutawaqqa tha. Woh samajh nahi payi wo is tarah achanak Faris ke bare me kyu puch raha tha , ab kyu puch raha tha

"Hammad ye tum..."

"Mere sawal ka jawab de mummy please" mathosh ho kar bola tha. Jamila dawood kuch na keh saki, woh uska sawal samjhne ki koshish kar rahi thi.

"Kya woh uski asliyat se wakif ho chuka hai? Uske bare me sab kuch jaan chuka hai?"  Unki pareshani badh gayi.

Hammad aankho me dukh liye unhe agle kahi lamho tak dekhta raha. Uski mummy ne uske sawal ka koi jawab nahi Diya tha, woh kon tha? Woh kya tha unke liye? Woh nahi bata rahi thi.

"Aapne mujhse jhuth bola, aapne kaha aap busy hai aapko apni kisi dost se milne Jana hai lekin aap.. aap waha Faris ke sath thi, maine aapko dekha" dukh sadme aur ghusse se wo lafz jod kar keh raha tha.

"Aap London bhi sirf uski wajah se jaati hain, kon ho woh? Kyu aapke liye woh itna ahem hai? Ke aap uske liye mujhe hamesha se ignore karti aa rahi hai"

"Kya ho gaya hai Hammad?" Lehje me tafsis liye uske bazu par hath rakha.

"Maine tumhe kabhi ignore nahi kiya, yeh tum kis tarah ki bate kar rahe ho?"

"Main kis tarah ki bate kar raha hoon?" Woh jhatke se apni jagah de uth khada hua.

"Aap ab bhi nahi samajh rahi me kya kehna chah raha hu?"

Gehri saas lete hue asab pad kabu pane ki koshish karte huye wo apni jagah se uth khadi hui thi.

"Maine tumhe ignore nahi kiya, us din mujhe Faris se milna tha, hamara  plan pehle se tay tha..."

"Kyu milna tha aapko usse?"

Woh bebasi se usey dekhte reh gayi.

"Bataye mujhe, kyu important hai wo aapke liye?" Woh cheekha

"Aur woh London me kyu hai? Woh wahan kya kar raha hai? Baba ne use abhi tak nikala kyu nahi?"

"Hammad" unke lab hile, unhone kuch kehna chaha, magar wo unhe moka nahi de raha tha.

"Kon hai wo mummy?"

"Tum jante ho woh kon hai?" Taruf wohi tha jo Azam Shirazi ne usey diya tha. Woh usey dhorana nahi chahti thi. Raaz ko raaz rakhna tha.

Parda nahi utha sakti thi.

"Nahi me bilkul nahi jaanta, aap dada, dad aap log mujhse kuch chhupa rahe hai..."

"Hammad tum khawmkha baat ko badha rahe ho.." narmi se samjhane ki koshish ki.

"Woh ek nokar ka beta hai to wo kyu meri jesi zindagi guzar raha hai?" Woh ghusse se phat padha. Woh apni jagah sakit hui thi.

"Uske jesi zindagi? Hammad ko andaza bhi hai? Uska Chhota Bhai kesi zindagi guzar raha hai? Kese dard me reh Raha hai? Kesi takalife seh raha hai?"

Unka dimag ek dam se maoof hua tha. Andar ek ubaal sa utha tha. Khud par qabu pate hue usne ek bar phir uski taraf dekha tha. Quwwat munjama ki thi. Lafzo ko tarteeb diya tha.

"Woh tumahre dada ki kafaalat me hai, he has rights too" woh boli to awaaz khokli thi lafz jhalke the. Be bas si be mayni.

"Kafaalat?" Hammad ko hasi aa gayi thi.

"Jo usne Kiya uske bawajood bhi kafaalat?" Wo sine par bazu bandhe unki taraf muda, aankho me surkhi utri hui thi.

"Kya aap chahti hai ki mein aapko list batau un tamam foster houses ki  jinhe baba funding dete hai, kya un tamam baccho me se koi hamare ghar me rehta hai? Ya un tamam baccho se aap har mahine milne jati hai? Unke liye gifts leti hai? Unke sath parks me ghumti hai?" (Jamila aankho me nami lekar chup rahi) nahi to wo kyun?"

Uska bas nahi chal raha tha wo Faris Wajdan ko apni maa ki zindagi se khariz kar de, unke yaddasht se maoof karde, unke dil se nikaal de, apne siwa wo apne maa bap aur apne dada ki zindagi me kisi aur ka tasawwur bhi nahi kar sakta tha. Kisi ki zaat uske jada ahem nahi honi chahiye. Nokar ki jagah jo hai usey wahi milni chahiye.

"Yeh jante huye bhi ki alizeh aur mera rishta usi ki wajah se khatam hua, aap phir bhi usse milti rahi?"

"Dada ne bhi usey koi saza nahi di"

Jamila dawood ko ek dam se sadma hua tha. Usey ye baat kese maloom hui thi?

"Faris ki wajah se..?" Unke lab hile

"Hammad yeh sach nahi hai"

"Mummy don't defend him" wo bigad kar bola tha.

"Mein sab jaanta hoon, mujhey ye bataye Faris Wajdan hi kyun? Woh third class nokar, woh ghatiya ladka. Aukaat hai uski in chijo ki jo aap usey gift karti hai?"

Uski aankho aur lehze me hikarat thi. Woh ghusse aur istal me zaher ugal raha tha. Apne dada ki juban bol raha tha. Farq itna tha ki dada hakikat se wakif the Hammad na wakif tha.

Unka hoshla khatam ho gaya. Bardasht khatam ho gayi. Dimag phatne laga.

"KYU KE WOH TUMHARA BHAI HAI HAMMAD!"

unki awaz ekdum se buland hui thi. Aur Hammad pathhar ki tarah sakit ho gaya tha. Uski aankhe beyakeeni se phati hui thi. Woh apni mummy ko dekh raha tha. Usey laga usey sunne me galti hui hai. Jamila dawood ka tanaffus bhari tha. Uska dil dhake jaa raha tha. Lafz wohi jo adaa ho gaya tha.

Raaz wohi jo ab raaz nahi raha tha. Woh usey kabhi nahi batana chahti thi magar batana padh Gaya tha. Unhe azam Shirazi ki tambiya yaad aayi thi. Pandrah salo tak Hammad ko bekhabar rakha. Magar ab jaise mazeed himmat na rahi thim uska Shaq uska ghussa uski badgumani woh bachcha nahi raha tha. Sab samjhne laga tha. Woh mazeed jhuth bolkar uske sawaal nazarandaz nahi kar sakti thi.

"Aap aap yeh kya keh rahi hai?" Sadme me tha, ba mushkil hi bol saka.

Usey laga woh hashke yuhi keh degi ki woh mazaak kar rahi hai. Jis ladke ko woh shirazi khandan ka mulazim samjhta tha. Woh bhala uska bhai kese ho sakta hai. Jiske naam ke sath Haroon Shirazi bhi nahi lagta. Aur jo unke sath unke ghar me bhi nahi rehta. Woh unke khandan ka hissa kaise ho sakta hai?

"Theek keh rahi hoon!"

Andar or bahar har taraf chha jane wale sakoot ko unhone bahut mushkil se toda. Apni baat dohra kar. Kayi aansu apne andar utar liye. Apne jhakmi dil ko tadpne ke liye Chhorh diya.

"FARIS HAROON SHIRAZI"

"woh tumahara Chhota Bhai hai.."

Hammad be-yakeeni se sar nafi me hilate hue peeche hata. Woh is baat par yakeen nahi kar sakta tha kisi soorat nahi.

"Aapko andaza bhi hai mummy? Aap kya keh rahi hai?" Uske lehze me gham aur ghussa tha. Aankho me sakhti utar aayi thi. Usey apni tamam duniya taksheem hote hue nazar aa rahi thi.

Rishtey, Muqam, Jayedad...

"Tumhare dad usey ghar laaye the jab wo paanch saal ka tha. Tumhe yaad hoga," dil par patthar rakh kar aur apne andar ke dard ko bardasht karte hue unhone usey yaad dilaya.

Hammad ne nafi mein sar hila diya. Usey yaqeen nahi aa raha tha.

"Tumhare dada kabhi nahi chahte the ke tumhe yeh sab maloom ho. Magar, magar tumne mujhe majboor kar diya,"

Woh dukh aur sadme mein tha beyakeen sa aur phir wo ekdam se hasne laga. Jor se jashne laga. Jamila dawood usey dam sade dekhti reh gayi.

"Toh yun kahey na ke Dad ki na-jaiz aulad!" Uska jumla adhoora reh gaya.

Jameela dawood ka haath apne jawan bete ke gaal par aik thappad jadh diya tha.

"Ek lafz aur nahi, Hammad!" Ungli dikha kar unhone jis tarah usey warn kiya wo aankho me sadme liye unhe dekh kar reh gaya.

Jameela dawood ki aankhein Muqammal tar thi magar awaaz pathrili ho rahi thi.

"TUMHARE BABA NE DOOSRI SHAADI KI THI. NIKAH HUA THA. FARIS UNKA BETA HAI. TUMHARA BHAI HAI."

Unhone cheekh kar kaha aur phir toot kar ro padi.

Zindagi ne ajab mor diya tha. Apne shauhar ke kirdar ki gawahi unhe apne sagge bete ko deni pad rahi thi. Unhone Faris Wajdan ki asal haqeeqat apne sagge bete ko batani pad rahi thi.

Unhe dukh pahucha ki Faris ka tasawwur uske zehen me ek najaaiz aulad ke tor par aaya.

Azam Shirazi ne ye kesa julm uski jaan par kar diya tha kesa sawaal uski zaat par utha diya tha...?

jaaiz hota to apne muqaam par hota apni jagah par hota , is ghar me hota. Unki zindagiyo me hota. Woh usey Pardo me chhupa kar yu ojhal na rakha jata...

Tab Hammad ke zehen me esa koi sawaal na uth ta. To woh esi koi baat bhi nahi karta. Woh usey kese dosi tehra sakti thi?

Jab agaz hi galat hua tha. Woh jiske naam ke sath uske baap ka nam nahi tha woh uske liye apne bete ki soch ko ilzam de rahi thi..

unhe ek dam se ehsaas hua. Unhone apne bete par hath uthaya hai. Samjhane ke bajaye aur usey samjhne ke bajaye unhone ehtraaf kiya Unse galti hui hai.

"I'm sorry , mene tum par ...."

Unki awaaz kap kapayi, woh apni maa ki grift se azaad hota peeche hua. Zindagi me pehli baar dada ne ghussa kiya tha aur wajah Faris Wajdan tha, zindagi me pehli baar uski maa ne hath uthaya tha aur uski wajah bhi Faris Wajdan hi tha.

"Hammad meri bat suno...."

Nafi me sar hilata wo majeed kuch kahe bina wo sidiya chdta apne kamre me band ho gaya. Jamila dawood sikhst khurda si apni jagah par khadi reh gayi thi. Aur tabbhi unki nazar uthi thi. Azam Shirazi study room ke darwaze pe khade the. Unhe ilm na woh ghar par the. Aur is tamaam waqt woh unki mojudgi se bekhabar thi.

Unka khoon khusk hone laga.

"Maine tumse kaha tha Faris ke sath rabte ka asar Hammad par nahi padna chahiye," bhari kadahat awaaz, woh be panah ghusse me lag rahe the. Puri baat sun chuke the. Rawaiya aur moqoof bhi jaan chuke the. Ek ek lafz un tak pahuch gaya tha.

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