WALID SAHAB
WOH THE MERE PAPA
Jab Pehli baar aankh khuli, to ass paas sabko dekha, Ammi ro rahi thi, bheno ki aakhein namm thi, par koi dur khada hospital ke bills bhar raha tha wo the mere papa...
Wo Ammi hi nahi thi sirf jo apni raato ko kaali karti thi meri tabyat kharab hone par..
jaha main Ammi ki god mein uyein uyein karke ro raha tha, wahi.. wo papa the jo jaldhi se mere liye
dud tayar kar rahe the..
Ye tab ki baat hai jab main bol bhi na pata tha kuch par wo papa hi the jo mere har ishare ko
bakhubi samajh lete the, ishare hi ishare mein meri har farmayish ko pura kar dete the itna laad
karte the mujhpar.
khud ke bachpan mein kabhi dekha nahi eid pe naya kapda milna kaisa hota hai, us adhuri
khwaish ko apne bachho pe na guzarne diya..
Apne kaam ki pareshani ko kabhi ghar na laate, Laate bhi to kisi ko zaahir na karte, din raat
mehnat karte sirf ek hi maqsad ke liye, ki kabhi koi bachha bhuka na soye.
Ye papa log bhi na bade Taiz hote hain, Apne aansu chhupa chhupa ke dusro ke aansu pochte hain, aur aise bante hain jaise humein kuch pata hi nahi chalta.
Har shaam ko tak taki lagaye kivaad ki aadh mein main jhakta rehta tha ki kab papa ayenge
aam, seb , mumfali laynge fir bistar pe mere liye kabhi ghoda banenge kbhi hathi banenge, aur mere sath bilau bilau khelenge, har shaam..
Us Waqt jo papa bol dete the patthar ki lakeer hoti thi unke kahe har alfaaz ko main sach maan liya karta tha, buri aadato ko dur bhagana achhi aadato ko pass bulana, ek insaan banaya mujhe unhone.
Sadi garmi mein khud ke kamre ki chhat pe pankha har roz chalta chalta ruk jata tha lekin mujhe
cooler ki thandi hawa mein sulate the kyunki majaal hai garmi ko mere seene se bhi guzarne dein...
waqt guzarta gaya ab main badha ho chuka tha, ghar se dur kisi dusre sheher mein Naukri pe
jaane laga tha, aur paisa kamane laga tha,
Par ab.. waqt badal chuka tha.. ab main nahi mere papa khade rehte the darwaze pe tak taki lagaye
ki kab main aaunga, unke pairo ke pass do pal bethunga chaar baatey karunga aur unki rooh ko sukoon pauchaunga.
Us waqt papa jo bolte the maan liya karte the patthar ki lakeer samajh kar zehen mein betha liya karte the lekin aaj.. aaj papa ki kahi har baat purani soch aur fizul ka gyaan lagti hai.
Aaj samajh nahi pata us dard ki jo main papa ko diye ja raha hu, shayad jis din mein baap banunga
aur meri aulaad mere sath aisa karegi tab mujhe samajh ayega kyuki.. har baap ek na ek din purana to ho hi jata hai,, umr mein bhi, zamane mein bhi,
phir bhi.. jazbaat khete hain ki zindagi mein itna naam kamaunga ki, apne papa ko khamoshi aur sukoon bhari neend sula saku apne banaye hue ghar mein.
Unhein wo sab kuch du jinhein wo apne daur mein paa na sake aur humare daur mein aate aate paa sakte the to humari khushi ke liye hume de diye, fir bhi khud na paa sake.
jaazbat.. izzat.. aur Mohabbat bahaut karta hoon main unse, ye jaise wo na bayaan kar paye mujhse, waise main bhi na kar saka..
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