Mere walid ki maut yaqini thi. Unhe cancer ka marz tha jo poore jism main sarayat ker gaya tha. Ye baat hum bhi jaante the aur un ko bhi maalum thi. Un ke bistare marg ke qareeb beth ke main ne leo Tolstoy ki "The Death of Ivan Ilyich" ko dubara parha. Aik marta huwa shaks jis zehni kefiyat se guzarta hai main us ka phir idraak kerna chahta tha. Aik aik lamhe main ne kitab ke saath apne baap ko marte dekha.
Aik sham jub hawa main kuch khunki thi aur main khirki se jharte patton ko dekh raha tha, mere waalid ne kaha: "Mera aik kaam karo ge".
Main ne kaha: "zaroor, hukam kijye".
Unhon ne pucha: "Tumhe mera dost Kamaluddin yaad hai, jise tum kamal mama bulate the"
"Ji, magar ab to barson huwe un ka kuch pata nahi, magar aap bolain kiya kaam hai". Mere walid ne kaha: "use kahin se dhundho aur agar zinda hai to mujh se baat kerwao".
Main ne kaha: "Koshish kerta hun".
Main ne idhar udhar, karachi, usa, canada kai phone kiye magar kuch pata na chala. Main ne walid se kaha, ab kiya kiya jaaye. Mere waalid ne aik din jub unka dard qadre kam tha aur morphine ka asar zahen pe taari nahi tha, bole:"Meri baat gor se suno".
"Ye aaj se koi 40 baras pehle ka qissa hai. Tumhare Kamal mama hamare saath kaam kerte the. Hum Karachi se mashriqi Pakistan bicycle rickshaw ke spare parts ki tijarat kerte the. Aik dafa hum koi 20,000 rupe, jo us zamane main bari raqam hoti thi, ka maal le ker Pehle 'Dhaka' paunche aur phir gari main aadha saman load kerwa ke Kamaluddin 'Chittagong' rawana huwa aur main ooper 'Mymensingh' nikal gaya. Jub hum plan ke mutabiq dubara 'Dhaka' main mile to Kamaluddin ka chehra utra huwa tha. Us ne mujhe bataya ke kahin raaste main koi dhai hazar rupe ka maal chori ho gaya tha. Mujhe Kamal ka bharosa tha. Hum ne dhai hazar rupe pe lanat bheji aur wapas Karachi paunche. Magar jub Karachi main chori ka ye qissa hum ne apne bare bhai (yani mere manjhle taya) jo karobar sambhalte the, ko sunaya to woh aape se bahir ho gaye. Unke dil main Kamal ke liye pehle hi aar tha. Kamaluddin pe tahumat lagi aur use naukri se nikal diya. Kamaluddin khuddar aadmi tha. Us ne yahan wahan se 2500 rupe jama kiye aur aik din chup chap raqam dukan pe chor ker chala gaya. Main bhai ke saamne awaz na utha saka. Kamaluddin ka difa na ker saka. Kamaluddin ne mujhe se dosti nahi chori. Magar aaj maut ke itne qareeb jub zindagi ko dekhta hun to sochta hun bus aik dafa Kamal se maafi maang lun aur 2500 rupe use lauta dun".
Main ne abbu se wada kiya, aap befiqar ho jaayain, ab Kamal mama meri zimedari hain. Walid ne aankhain band ker li. Do roz baad abbu faut ho gaye. Jub abbu ki maut ka saara gubar betha to main ne abbu ke saare purane doston se phir raabta kerna shuru kiya. Koi 3 mahine baad pata laga, Kamal mama Karachi main manghopir ke ilaqe main kisi basti main rehte hain. Main foran Karachi bhaga. Abbu se kiya wada yaad tha.
Main to Karachi main itne barson rehte huwe bhi kubhi manghopir nahi gaya tha. Dhundhte dhanate unka ghar nikala. Kamal Mama pehle to nahi pechane magar jub taaruf kerwaya aur abba ki maut ka bataya to gale laga ke bohut roye. Main ne unki amanat unke hawale ki to bohut jhijke, bole: "itni purani baat ko ab kiya dohrana". Main ne kaha, mera wada hai. Aage aap jo chahe in paison ka karain. Paros ke kisi bacche ko bhej ke samose, botal, mithayian maangwa li. Un ka khuloos dekh ke main bara sharminda huwa.
Wapas nikla to mere zahen main wade ke baad aabu ke chehre ka aur Leo Tolstoy ke Ivan Ilvich ki maut ka aakhri itminan ghum raha tha.
2 comments:
:)Allah unko jannat ata farmain...ameen. Kaash hum sub bhi zindagi ya maut main apne qarz or insaani haqooq ata kar sakain.
You know sometimes I get very envious of you...not in a bad way..just wishing some of the same as that which you have. You have met and learned and heard from sooo many lives and experiences. yehi hota hai sahi zindagi ka safaar.
Personally, I think..we all go through the similar events, its just need to take a note of it.
Thanks for praying for my dad !!
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