Hijr

Ayat 2001 mein paida hui thi.

Saima aur Noor ki shaadi ke kayi saalon baad jab unki zindagi mein ek choti si beti aayi, to poore ghar mein jaise roshni bhar gayi thi.

“Allah ne humein rehmat di hai…”

Saima ne pehli baar Ayat ko godh mein lete hue dheere se kaha tha.

Noor us waqt sirf Ayat ko dekhe ja raha tha. Uski choti si ungli Noor ki ungli ko pakde hui thi aur ussi lamhe Noor ko laga tha ke duniya ki har khushi uske paas aa gayi hai.

Ayat sirf apne maa baap ki beti nahi thi…

woh poore khandaan ki jaan thi.

Nani ke ghar jao to har khala usse apni godh mein bithana chahti thi. Kisi ko uski hansi pasand thi, kisi ko uski baatein. Noor ki taraf ke rishtedaar bhi usse utna hi pyaar karte the.

“Hamari Ayat sabse alag hai…”

yeh jumla Ayat bachpan se sunti aayi thi.

Aur shayad isi liye Ayat ka dil bohot naram tha.

Usse lagta tha duniya mein sab log acche hote hain.

Sab usse kabhi na kabhi zaroor samjhenge.

Phir waqt dheere dheere badalne laga.

Jab Ayat 8th standard mein thi, tab uski zindagi ka sabse khoobsurat hissa sirf summer holidays hua karti thi.

Kyunki summer holidays ka matlab tha — Nani ka ghar.

Aur Nani ke ghar ka matlab tha — Haider.

Haider…

Roshni khala ka beta.

Lamba, ziddi, har waqt Ayat ko tang karne wala ladka.

Dono jab bhi milte, ya to lar rahe hote… ya ek dusre ko ignore kar rahe hote.

“Ayat tum bohot drama karti ho.”

Haider aksar haste hue kehta.

“Aur tum bohot annoying ho.”

Ayat muh bana kar jawab deti.

Lekin unki laraiyon mein bhi ajeeb si apnayat hoti thi.

Poora ghar un dono ki behas sun sun kar tang aa chuka tha… magar phir bhi sabko pata tha ke agar Ayat kahin nazar na aaye to Haider sabse pehle usse dhoondta tha.

Aur agar Haider ek din bhi nazar na aaye…

to Ayat ka mood poora din kharab rehta tha.

Ayat ko samajh nahi aata tha ke usse Haider se itni mohabbat kyun hai.

Shayad isliye kyunki Haider uske bachpan ka hissa tha.

Ya shayad isliye kyunki uski choti si duniya mein Haider hi woh shakhs tha jiska intezar woh poore saal karti thi.

Kabhi kabhi raat ko sote waqt Ayat sochti…

“Kya Haider bhi mujhe utna hi pasand karta hai jitna main karti hoon?”

Magar phir woh khud hi sharma kar takiye mein muh chhupa leti.

Na kabhi Ayat ne usse kuch kaha…

na kabhi Haider ne.

Dono ke darmiyan kuch tha bhi… aur kuch nahi bhi.

Phir 9th standard aayi.

Aur Ayat ki zindagi pehli baar badli.

Ek din school mein Haider aur unke ek aur cousin ke darmiyan bohot buri larai ho gayi. Baat itni barh gayi ke dono groups alag ho gaye.

Ayat beech mein phas gayi thi.

Na woh Haider ko khona chahti thi…

na dusre cousins ko.

Magar dheere dheere sab usse ignore karne lage.

School mein uske friends ne usse baat karna kam kar diya. Lunch breaks mein Ayat akeli baithti. Classroom mein log uske paas aakar baithna pasand nahi karte the.

Woh jo ladki poore ghar ki favourite thi…

school mein bilkul akeli ho chuki thi.

Sabse zyada takleef usse iss baat ki hoti thi ke Haider ne bhi usse manane ki koshish nahi ki.

Ayat roz ghar aakar chup ho jati.

Saima poochti,

“Ayat sab theek hai beta?”

Aur woh bas muskurakar keh deti,

“Haan Ammi…”

Magar uske andar kuch toot raha tha.

Usne pehli baar tanhaayi ko mehsoos kiya tha.

Aur usse bilkul andaza nahi tha ke ye tanhaayi uski zindagi ka hissa banne wali hai.