Ye 1971 ya 1972 ka zamana hoga jub kai khandan mashriqi Pakistan (mojuda Bangladesh) se hijrat ker ke magribi Pakistan aa rahe the. Aesa hi aik khandan hamare mohalle main bhi aa ker aabad huwa. Ye woh log the jinhon ne Pakistan ki jang luri, 2 baar Pakistan ki khatir hijrat ki aur ruswaii ka zaher piya. Magribi Pakistan main in ki koi khas aao bhagat nahi hui bulke khud 1947 ki pehli hijrat kerne walon ne inhe 'bihari' aur 'kulwa' kehna shuru ker diya.
Hamare mohalle main aane waale khandan main aik larka Anwar tha. Sidha saadha larka tha. Mohalle ke larke us ke tel laga ker baal banane ka, us ke kaale rang ka, us ke duble jism ka aur us ki urdu main bengali ki aamizish ka khub mazaq urate. Us ka naam Anwar Bengali rukh diya aur us pe awaz kaste - "aik thu, do thu - Bengali babu thonge main deem du" (one and two - mr. bengali give egg in bag) .
Mere hi aik dur ke cousin, safdar bhai, hamare mohalle main rehte the. Unho ne to anwar ka jeena maha'l ker diya. Use dhakka de dena, awazen khenchna, us ke ghar ki deewar pe 'bengali' aur 'bhagore' likh dena wagera unhon ne apna shewa bana liya tha. Kuch arse baad Anwar ke ghar wale hamara mohalla chor ke Orangi town chale gaye aur phir kahani ka pehla hissa khatam ho gaya .....
Waqt ka pahiyya ghum gaya. Main America aa gaya. Chalte waqt safdar bhai ki walida milne aayin thi, unhon ne safdar bhai ka number diya tha ke zarrorat pare to call ker lena. Woh Chicago main taxi chalate the. Main jab pehli baar Chicago ja raha tha to unhe phone kiya. Khud airport aaye. Main unse kai barson baad mila. Bare tapak se mile. Ye woh safdar bhai nahi the. Lag raha tha ke zindagi ki chakki ne unki saari mastian nikal di hain. Ghar le jaane se pehle devon le gaye, bole chalo tumhe bun-kabab khilata hun. Chicago ka devon bhi aik kamal ki jagah hai. Aese lagta hai apne hi des ka koi hissa hai. Salam dua ke baad wahi huwa. We start catching up the events of lost time. Phir aik dum se poocha: "Tumhe Anwar Bengali yaad hai"?
"Haan"
"Anwar Bengali na hota to aaj main america main itna set na hota. Mere Chicago main apne taxi ke 3 medallion hain. Jab main Pakistan se aaya to Chicago main aik dost ke ghar thera. Mere paas job nahi thi. Aik sardi ki raat us ne mujhe ghar se nikal diya. Main chicago ki 'brutal' sardi main fullerton train station pe be yaro-madadgar khara soch raha tha ke kahan jaun, kiya karun. Itne main Anwar bengali jo DePaul university main parhta tha aur sham main taxi chalata tha mujhe nazar aaya. Hum don ne aik hi nazar main aik dusre ko pehchan liya. Main ne uske saath jo sulook kiya tha us ka us ne shaiba tuk na aane diya. Meri majboori ka lihaz kerte huwe mujhe apne ghar le gaya. 2 mahine main free uske ghar raha. Us ne mujhe cab ki rah dikhai. Ab woh parh likh ker yahin Chicago downtown main koi white collar job ker raha hai. Magar us shaks ka aehsan kubhi nahi bhool sakta. Main ne kai baar peechli baaton ke liye muaafi maangna chahi magar us ne har baar baat kaat di - Par har baar mere zikar pe uski aankhon main jo dard ubharta tha woh main saaf dekh sakta tha. Insaan bewajah apni zillat kubhi nahi bhoolta ".
Phir safdar bhai kuch der khamosh rahe aur bole: "kabhi kabhi insaan ko dusra aadmi muaaf bhi ker de to woh khud apne aap ko muaaf nahi ker sakta. Hur waqt aik bojh sa mere seene pe rehta hai. 2 baar cook county hospital ke bahir cab khari ki aur khud ko heart attack ke liye check kerwaya. But they say your vessels are fine. Yaar dua kerna mere dil ko qarar aa jaye aur jawani ki kameengioN ka kahin koi madawa ho jaye...........Seene pe bara bojh hai yaar" !
Hamare mohalle main aane waale khandan main aik larka Anwar tha. Sidha saadha larka tha. Mohalle ke larke us ke tel laga ker baal banane ka, us ke kaale rang ka, us ke duble jism ka aur us ki urdu main bengali ki aamizish ka khub mazaq urate. Us ka naam Anwar Bengali rukh diya aur us pe awaz kaste - "aik thu, do thu - Bengali babu thonge main deem du" (one and two - mr. bengali give egg in bag) .
Mere hi aik dur ke cousin, safdar bhai, hamare mohalle main rehte the. Unho ne to anwar ka jeena maha'l ker diya. Use dhakka de dena, awazen khenchna, us ke ghar ki deewar pe 'bengali' aur 'bhagore' likh dena wagera unhon ne apna shewa bana liya tha. Kuch arse baad Anwar ke ghar wale hamara mohalla chor ke Orangi town chale gaye aur phir kahani ka pehla hissa khatam ho gaya .....
Waqt ka pahiyya ghum gaya. Main America aa gaya. Chalte waqt safdar bhai ki walida milne aayin thi, unhon ne safdar bhai ka number diya tha ke zarrorat pare to call ker lena. Woh Chicago main taxi chalate the. Main jab pehli baar Chicago ja raha tha to unhe phone kiya. Khud airport aaye. Main unse kai barson baad mila. Bare tapak se mile. Ye woh safdar bhai nahi the. Lag raha tha ke zindagi ki chakki ne unki saari mastian nikal di hain. Ghar le jaane se pehle devon le gaye, bole chalo tumhe bun-kabab khilata hun. Chicago ka devon bhi aik kamal ki jagah hai. Aese lagta hai apne hi des ka koi hissa hai. Salam dua ke baad wahi huwa. We start catching up the events of lost time. Phir aik dum se poocha: "Tumhe Anwar Bengali yaad hai"?
"Haan"
"Anwar Bengali na hota to aaj main america main itna set na hota. Mere Chicago main apne taxi ke 3 medallion hain. Jab main Pakistan se aaya to Chicago main aik dost ke ghar thera. Mere paas job nahi thi. Aik sardi ki raat us ne mujhe ghar se nikal diya. Main chicago ki 'brutal' sardi main fullerton train station pe be yaro-madadgar khara soch raha tha ke kahan jaun, kiya karun. Itne main Anwar bengali jo DePaul university main parhta tha aur sham main taxi chalata tha mujhe nazar aaya. Hum don ne aik hi nazar main aik dusre ko pehchan liya. Main ne uske saath jo sulook kiya tha us ka us ne shaiba tuk na aane diya. Meri majboori ka lihaz kerte huwe mujhe apne ghar le gaya. 2 mahine main free uske ghar raha. Us ne mujhe cab ki rah dikhai. Ab woh parh likh ker yahin Chicago downtown main koi white collar job ker raha hai. Magar us shaks ka aehsan kubhi nahi bhool sakta. Main ne kai baar peechli baaton ke liye muaafi maangna chahi magar us ne har baar baat kaat di - Par har baar mere zikar pe uski aankhon main jo dard ubharta tha woh main saaf dekh sakta tha. Insaan bewajah apni zillat kubhi nahi bhoolta ".
Phir safdar bhai kuch der khamosh rahe aur bole: "kabhi kabhi insaan ko dusra aadmi muaaf bhi ker de to woh khud apne aap ko muaaf nahi ker sakta. Hur waqt aik bojh sa mere seene pe rehta hai. 2 baar cook county hospital ke bahir cab khari ki aur khud ko heart attack ke liye check kerwaya. But they say your vessels are fine. Yaar dua kerna mere dil ko qarar aa jaye aur jawani ki kameengioN ka kahin koi madawa ho jaye...........Seene pe bara bojh hai yaar" !
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