CHAPTER - 05

بیماری میں اور صحت میں

- Bimaari me aur sehat me -

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𝑨𝒚𝒆 𝑮𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝑻𝒖𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒐. 𝑵𝒂-𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂, 𝒋𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒅𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒇𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏. 𝑼𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒉 𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒇 𝒌𝒂. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒇𝒊𝒚𝒚𝒂 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒏𝒆, 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒊 !

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Maujooda din se chaar saal pehle (Waris ghazi ke qatl se teen din qabl)

Zulfiqar Yousuf ke ghar ke chhote se kitchen mein shararat bhari khamoshi chhayi thi. Counter par do dishes rakhi thi ek khaali, ek mein taaza bake kiya gaya cake jismein andar cream bhari gayi thi. Ab is cake ko doosri saaf dish mein daalna tha.

Saadi ne neeche lab dabaate huye Haneen ko dekha, jo aasteen chadha kar ek haath cake ke qareeb le jata, phir wapas kheench leta.

"Main daal doon, Hannah?"

"Khabardaar! Yeh naram hai, toot jayega. Aur isey haath bhi mat lagaiyega, ye toot jayega." woh nasihat bhari aawaaz mein boli.

"Ungli lagau?" Saadi ne ungli us taraf badhayi.

Hannah ne zor se uski ungli pe haath maara aur peeche hataya.

"Main chhat se neeche phek dungi aapko! Phupho ki shaadi mein plaster charha hoga!"

Aaj kal Haneen ki har baat mein do hafte baad hone wali Phupho ki shaadi ka tazkira zaroor hota tha.

"Ul-fol na bola karo har waqt," Nudrat ne use ghoorte hue kafgeer dikhaya.

Saadi dil khol kar hansi.

"Yaar Hannah! Ammi ko abhi tak humare khilaf kafgeer, jootay aur hangers ke ilawa koi aur hathiyaar nahi mila?"

Nudrat na chahte hue bhi haans di aur choolhe ki taraf mud gayi.

Hannah ka cake waise hi pada tha, aur woh darte darte haath uski taraf badha rahi thi, jabhi phone ki ghanti baji.

Nudrat ne Saadi ko pukaara, aur Saadi ne Haneen ko dekha. Phir nazron se uska darwaze tak ka faasla naapaa.

"Tum qareeb ho, tum uthao."

Aur yeh toh unka an-kaha usool tha ke jo qareeb hoga, wahi kaam karega.

Haneen "huh!" kar ke lounge mein gayi, jaldi hi wapas bhi aa gayi. Doobara aasteenein chadhaate hue boli, "Zartasha Aunty ka phone tha."

Khud se das-gyarah saal badi Zartasha ko 'Aunty' kehna ajeeb lagta tha, magar paanch mah se keh keh kar aadi ho gayi thi.

"Kya keh rahi thi?" Nudrat ka sawaal nazar-andaz karte hue, Haneen ne spatula uthaya aur ehtiyaat se cake utha kar doosri dish mein rakha. Phir shukar hai! kehti hui seedhi hui. Saadi ab bhi muskura raha tha.

"Woh pooch rahi thi ke hum parson Sonia ki salgirah mein aa rahe hain ya nahi?"

"Ye Sonia ki salgirah saal mein kitni dafa hoti hai?" Saadi ko hairat hui.

"Meri salgirah ke chhe din baad hoti hai. Uski aur meri saal do mahine pehle guzar chuki."

"Magar do mahine pehle Hashim bhai bahar gaye hue the, wahin mana li. Phir wapas aake yahan function ka waqt ab mila hai. Yeh bhi Zartasha Aunty ne bataya hai. Haan magar main nahi jaa rahi."

Nudrat ne haandi mein chamach hilaate hue ta'ajjub se palat kar dekha. Haneen apne ek haath se kaafi be-dhangay tareeke se cream phela rahi thi.

(Kab seekhegi yeh ladki saleeqa?)

"Kyun?"

"Kya faida ameeron ki dawat mein jaane ka agar woh camera mobile bhi andar le jaane na dein? Banda pictures hi bana leta hai!"

"Yeh koi wajah nahi."

"Tumne jab yehi baat pichhli dafa Hashim bhai se kahi thi, toh unhone kaha tha ke tum le aaya karo camera, kisi ko nahi pata chalega."

"Aur phir tumhein party ki tasaveer email bhi kar di thi," Nudrat ne yaad dilaya.

"Bas! Bhai ko mauqa milna chahiye Hashim bhai ke difa ka! Bilkul bhi pasand nahi mujhe banawati muskurahat wale Hashim bhai aur unki maa!"

"Uncle acche hain, aur woh bomb phate baalon wala Nosherwan bhi behtar hai."

Phir Haneen ne chonk kar Saadi ko dekha, zara qareeb ho kar sargoshi ki,

"Aapki usse sulah hui?"

"Sulah? Baat tak nahi hoti!"

"Jab se drugs wali baat uski amma ko batai thi, tab se mujhe bas gusse se ghoor kar nikal jata hai!"

"Kya ab bhi drugs leta hai?" Haneen ko tajassus hua.

Saadi ne usay ghura, "Nahi leta, mere khayal se. Magar yeh baat dohrana nahi aage-peeche."

"Ab rakh bhi do is cake ko fridge mein. Khana banne wala hai, pehle woh toh khao!"

Ammi ne daant kar kaha. Haneen cream lagate hue be-niyazi se boli,

"Ammi, main is baat par yaqeen rakhti hoon ke insaan ko maze se har cheez khani chahiye."

Phir nazar utha kar Nudrat ko ghoora, "Aur jo mana kare, usko bhi kha jaana chahiye!"

Nudrat kuch karara sunane hi wali thi, magar doorbell baj gayi.

Is dafa Saadi qareeb tha.

"Jao Saadi! Phupho hongi."

Woh muskura kar darwaze ki taraf gaya, phir ruka. Muskurahat ghaib ho gayi, chehre pe pukhtagi aayi, bhawen mili, aur sanjeedgi se jaa kar darwaza khola—magar yun ke handle pakde rakha aur rasta rok kar khada ho gaya.

Bahar Zumar thi. Nikhri nikhri si. Saadi ko dekh kar muskurayi, magar woh shakku nazron se use ghoorta raha.

"Kaun hai, Saadi?"

Koi awaaz na aane par Nudrat ne puchha.

"Ek khatoon hain. Baal ghunghriyale, aankhein bhoori, umar untis saal, aur chehre pe khushamdi muskurahat."

Phir zara waqfa de kar Zumar se mukhatib hua, "Ji farmaiye?"

Woh waise hi muskurati rahi. "Lord Voldemort ke baare mein kya khayal hai?"

Saadi naraaz ho kar peeche hataa aur darwaza band kar diya. Nudrat ne kitchen se nikalte hue yeh manzar dekh liya, hakka-baka reh gayi.

"Phupho ko rehne dein, Ammi! Yeh khatoon bahar khadi zyada achi lag rahi hain!"

Munh darwaze ke qareeb le jaa kar oonchi awaaz mein bola. Zumar ne muskurate hue ungli se darwaza bajaya.

Usne dobara darwaza khola, is baar sanjeedgi se pucha, "Ji?"

"Professor Albus theek hai?"

Saadi buray munh ke saath phir se darwaza band karne laga. Zumar ne apna paaon chaukhat pe atka diya aur musalihana lehje mein boli,

"Acha chalo, tum Ron Weasley ka kirdar le lo. Ab khush?"

Saath hi haath mein maujood kagazon ka palanda lehraya. Saadi mashkook nazron se usay dekhta raha, phir rasta chhod diya.

Woh muskurati hui andar aayi, kagazon ke palande se uska shana thapthapaya, aur gol mez tak chali gayi.

Tabhi Haneen bahar aayi. Zumar ko dekh kar muskurayi, salam kiya.

Faris ke rishtay ke inkaar ko ek saal guzar chuka tha, aur Haneen ki sard-mahri khatam toh nahi hui thi, magar kam zaroor ho gayi thi.

"Aao betho, kaisi ho tum?"

Nudrat haath pochhti hui idhar aayi. Saath hi Saadi ko latada, "Yeh kya tareeqa hai? Phupho ko andar kyun nahi aane diya?"

"Yeh is waqt bilkul bhi meri phupho nahi hain!"

Woh jal kar bola, "Yeh sirf prosecutor hain jo Harry Potter ko saza dilwana chahti hain!"

"Ek toh yeh moha Harry Potter hi na..."

Nudrat ne sawalia nigahon se sab ko dekha. Zumar mutmaini muskurahat ke saath kursi kheench kar baith gayi.

"Mere purane college mein ek mock trial ho raha hai, Sarkaar Banaam Harry Potter."

"Mujhe pehle bataur judge mad'oo kiya gaya tha, magar unke paas ek purana teacher tha. Aur meri prosecution ke students se banti bohot hai, toh maine judge ke bajaye istighasa (prosecution) banana behtar samjha."

"Ab isko do din se keh rahi hoon koi kirdar le kar gawahi dene aa jaye, magar nahi!"

"Mock trial?"

Nudrat ne istefhamia nazron se dekha.

"Mock trial jisme kisi fairy tail, jangji waqiye, ya kisi bhi haqeeqi ya farzi case ko lekar carwayi ki jaye aur faisla sunaya jaye."

"Maqsad amooman tulba ko seekhana hota hai," Zumar ne wazahat ki.

"Sarkaar Banaam Harry Potter?"

Haneen ko dilchaspi hui, magar jhijhak kar pucha,

"Harry pe ilzaam kis cheez ka hai?"

"Main batata hoon!"

Saadi, jo do din se is ghair-insani case pe tapa hua tha, bolne laga,

"Yaad hai, fourth book mein tournament ke Ikteqam par herry ke saath Muqabla Baaz ladke ko Cedric ko Voldemort ne maar diya tha?"

Haneen ne asbaat mein sar hilaya.

"Magar jab Harry Cedric ki laash aur Tournament ke cup ke saath wapas aaya, toh police ne use giraftar kar liya aur uspe ilzaam lagaya ke usne hi Cedric ko qatal kiya hai."

"Aur phupho isteghasa mein hain. Aur Harry ko qatil sabit karwa ke hi dam lengi!"

"Faisla karna judge ka kaam hai," Zumar ne shanay uchkaaye, "Main toh sirf dalaail doongi. Aakhir harry apne hareef ki laash ke saath Mila tha."

"Magar aapko Ron ki gawahi ki zaroorat kyun hai?" Saadi uljha. "Ron toh Harry ka dost hai, woh toh uske haq mein gawahi dega."

"Haan theek hai, de de haq mein gawahi," woh ab do kagaz nikal kar de rahi thi jisme Ron se mutaliq notes the.

Chunanche yeh non-scripted trial tha, isliye mushkil tha. Zumar adalat mein koi bhi sawaal kar sakti thi. Saadi zyada mutawajje ho kar sunne laga.

Haneen khamoshi se uth aayi. Ammi ki handi dum thi aur woh Saadi ke kamre mein uski cheezein jor rahi thi.

Woh hafta pehle aaya tha... dedh maah ke liye. Milne-milane mein hi yeh din guzar gaye. Zumar ki shaadi sar par thi. Isse pehle woh koi chheh maah qabl aaya tha, bhaagambhaag chaar din ke liye. Badi Ammi ki wafat pe.

Sab ne mana kiya ke mat aao, exams qareeb hain. Magar woh aaya aur chala bhi gaya.

Haneen, Ammi ko masroof dekh kar palatne lagi. Phir Saadi ki study table pe dhare khaali mug ko dekh kar socha agar isse kitchen mein le jaakar rakh de toh yeh ehsaan-e-azeem ho jaayega.

"Very good!"

Woh qareeb aayi magar mug uthane se pehle Saadi ke bag se nikli kitaabon tak ruk gayi jo Ammi mez par dher kar rahi thi.

Unme ek kitaab ka naam munfarid sa tha. Usne woh uthai.

Hashim ke signature neechay mohammad aala ke,

"Bhai ko Ghaliban Hashim bhai ne tohfe mein di thi." Safhe ulat-pulat kiye.

13th century ke kisi aalim ke likhi gayi arbi kitab ka English tarjuma. Usne shafa palta sayad koi novel ho, Magar nahi... yeh toh non-fiction thi. Woh nahi padhna chahti thi. magar phir bhi padhne lagi.

Kitaab ke safhay kore the aur unpe jagmagate alfaaz—siyah heeron jaise. Aur qalam se likhe alfaaz:

"Agar Allah chahe, toh sadiyon tak amar ho jaate hain."

Kitaab aur iske darmiyan maujood saat sau saal ka faasla in alfaaz ki taqat ko rokne ke liye aisa tha jaise noor ke chashme ki raah mein rakha koi lakdi ka tukda...

Jaise sunhera pani mehsoos tak kiye bina behta chala jaaye...

Sadiyon ka faasla aboor karne ke liye ek darwaza tha...

Aur Haneen is darwaze ke saamne khadi thi.

21vi sadi ki Haneen. Trouser aur lambi qameez mein malboos, aankhon pe chashma, baal French choti mein.

Woh idhar-udhar dekh rahi thi.

Usse kitaab mein daakhil hone ke liye yeh darwaza kholna tha.

So usne khol diya.

Patt dhaa ho gaye.

Andar roshni thi. Tez roshni.

Haneen ne andar kadam rakhe. Darwaza peeche band ho gaya.

Woh ek kachay raste pe khadi thi.

Yeh 13vi sadi isvi thi.

Har shay zard aur chhalkay rang ki thi.

Dimashq ka bazaar... aur idhar-udhar sar jhukaaye guzarte log.

Woh ihtiyaat se qadam uthati aage barhne lagi.

Log guzarte rahe.

Usse koi nahi dekh sakta tha.

Adventure acha tha.

Woh chalti rahi.

Phir woh ruki.

Ek masjid-numa imarat ke samne majma laga tha.

Woh kadam-kadam chalti aage aayi. Panje uthaa kar, gardan oonchi kar ke, kisi ke kandhe ke upar se jhaanka.

Zameen par ek aadmi ukdu baitha tha.

Mareel itna, goya haddi ka dhancha ho.

Surkh, mutawarram aankhein.

Unme chhupa karb.

Woh kharaab haalat mein...

Halanke, na uska libaas boseeda tha na koi zakham ka nishaan tha, magar mayusi aur azeeyat ne use nadhaal kar rakha tha. Aankh mein koi aansu nahi tha jo na woh pita, na behne deta tha.

"Isay kya hua?"

Majma yaka yak hatne laga. Woh bhi peeche hat gayi. Idhar udhar dekha. Log imarat ki taraf ja rahe the. Woh bhi peeche hui. Imarat ki neechi diwar ke paar dekha. Kuch log andar se kisi ko apne saath la rahe the.

Nafees, naram-khu, gehri aankhon wale... Sheikh Muallim.

Wo log ab Sheikh ke saath khade ho kar us shakhs ko dekh rahe the jo unse bilkul begaana tha.

Kisi ne sada lagayi:

"Kya farmaate hain aaimah-e-deen aise shakhs ke baare mein jiska deen aur duniya is mohlik marz ne tabaah kar di ho? Kya hai is marz ki koi dawa, Ay Sheikh?"

Imam Sheikh ne gardan utha kar aasmaan ko dekha. Jab bole to Haneen ko unki awaaz aise sunayi di jaise seedha dil mein utar gayi ho.

"Allah ne har marz ki dawa utaari hai. Jo usey jaanta hai, woh usey jaanta hai. Jo nahi jaanta, woh nahi jaanta."

"Magar ise hua kya hai?" Haneen ke labon se be-ikhtiyaar nikla. Phir foran zabaan daanton tale daba li.

Bhala saat sadiyan pehle guzre Sheikh uske sawaal ko kaise samajh sakte the? Na uske alfaaz, na uske jawab. Magar Sheikh ne usay dekh liya, wo muskurakar bole,

"Ise marz-e-ishq hai."

"Marz-e-ishq?" Usne taajjub se dohraaya. "Ishq marz kya hai?"

"Balki jaanleva marz hai!"

"Toh?" Usne gardan mod kar us ukdu baithe shakhs ko dekha, phir Sheikh ko. "To kya marz-e-ishq ki bhi koi dawa hai?"

"Yeh mug rakh kar aao kitchen mein!" Darwaze ke doosri taraf Ammi ki awaaz thi.

Haneen ne Sheikh ko dekha. Woh uske jawab ke intezaar mein the, magar woh nahi thehri. Daud kar peeche gayi. Sunehri dhoop se bhare darwaze ko dhakela... aur wapas.

Usne kitaab band ki. Phir idhar udhar dekha. Woh bhai ki kursi par baithi thi aur Nadarat sar par khadi daant rahi thi. Usne sar jhatka.

Wahi purani aadat... jo padhti, usko tasavvur karne lag jaati aur us zamanay mein pahunch jaati.

Sirf ek paragraph ne itna mutasira kar diya tha, poori kitaab to pagal kar degi!

"Hatao bhai, nahi padhni aisi kitaabein!"

Usne kitaab shelf mein rakh di. Unwaan zyada wazeh ho gaya:

"Ek mukammal jawab us shakhs ke liye jisne sawaal kiya tha, shifa dene wali dawa ke baare mein!"

"Accha Ammi, sun liya hai!" Woh unki baar-baar ki daant se tang aakar kehne lagi. Mug uthaya aur bahar nikal aayi.

Gol mez ke gird sab abhi tak uljhe huye the. Woh aage aayi. Zumar ne dekha to koi khayaal aaya.

"Tumhari American dost ne bhi aana tha shaadi pe. Kab aayegi?"

"Parso." Woh halka sa muskurayi. "Usse Pakistan ghoomne ka bohot shauq hai. Woh aayegi to hum sab Skardu jayenge."

Aur muskurakar bartan lagane lagi. (Ammi par doosra ehsaan!)

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جنگ ہاری نہ تھی ابھی کہ فراز! کر گئے دوست درمیان سے گریز۔

Jung Haari na thi abhi ke faraaz! kar gaye dost darmiyan se gurej.

• Gurej (گریز) : Means avoidance, evasion, o escape in English. It refers to the act of staying away from something or someone, either deliberately or out of necessity.

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Office me azeeb si tanav si kefiyat thi, fatmi sahab samne rakhi file ke shafe aik ke baad palat rahe the, sataish se nazar utha kar saamne baithe Waris ko dekha.

"Amazing work! Maine tumhein is case ka I.O. bana kar bohot accha kiya."

Waris halka sa muskuraya, sir ko kham diya. "Thanks, sir."

Qadre tawuqf se izafa kiya, "Yeh file corruption charges ke saboot aur shawaahid hain, jo ek corruption case khada karne ke liye kaafi hain. Magar yeh file..." Usne alag rakhi siyah cover wali file ki taraf ishara kiya. "Yeh woh cheezein hain jo Hashim Kardar ke khilaf mujhe mili hain. Yeh humare daayra-e-ikhtiyaar se bahar hain. Hum inko kisi doosri agency mein bhej sakte hain."

"Haan, main aisa hi karunga. Good job, Ghazi!"

Unhone file band kar ke ek taraf rakhi aur usko dekha. Waris sir ko kham de kar uth khada hua.

"Humein arrest warrant nikalwa lene chahiye."

"Sure! Main jald se jald yeh kaam karunga."

Yeh ikhtitami jumla tha. Waris sir hila kar darwaze ki taraf aaya. Phir bahar jaane se pehle ek sochti nazar apne paas padhi file par daali. Ek waham... magar sir jhatak kar nikal gaya.

Uske jaate hi Fatmi sahab uth khade huye. Darwaza lock kiya, mobile nikala, call milai aur phone kaan se lagaye us siyah file ke safhe palatne lage.

Hashim apne office mein desk par files failaye uljha baitha tha. Mobile file ke neeche rakha tha. Vibration ki zoozoo se usne idhar udhar haath maara, mobile nikala aur "Hello?" kaha, qadr-e-uktahat se.

"Kya haal hain, Kardar sahab?"

"Good, aap sunaye?"

Mobile kaan aur kandhe ke beech dabaye woh files ke safhe palat raha tha.

"Allah ka karam, Suna hai Aurangzeb Kardar sahab bye-election mein hissa le rahe hain? Agle election ki rehearsal?"

"Ji, unke doston ne unko siyasat mein dhakel diya hai. Khair, good for him."

Hashim phone kaan aur kandhe ke beech dabaye table tak gaya, wahan rakhi files ko ek ek kar check karne laga.

"Aur koi nai baat?"

"Meri bitiya mujhse zara khafa hai. Uske liye ek car import karwayi thi. Woh Karachi port par khadi hai abhi tak. Main masroof tha."

"Mera ek A.D. ek corruption case par kaam...."

Hashim halka sa muskuraya. "Main bilkul samajh gaya, Fatmi sahab!"

Usne ek document dono haathon se uthaya aur chalta hua table tak aaya. "Ek acche shehri hone ka saboot dijiye, custom duty ada kijiye aur car clear karwa lijiye. Kyunki hum kaam karte hain oil ka. Aur tel aur pani mein yahi farq hota hai—tel mein koi jandar cheez tair nahi sakti. Jo girta hai, woh doob jata hai."

"Aapke A.D. ne jo scandal banana hai, bana le. Kyunki yeh America nahi hai. Yahan logon ka akhlaqiyat ka mayar Americanon jitna sakht nahi hai. Yahan koi affair koi corruption charge se kisi siyasatdan ka career kharab nahi kar sakta."

Fatmi sahab ne halki muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Main bilkul samajhta hoon yeh sab, isliye maine aapko phone kiya pehle."

"Aap chahein to main kal hi apne ladke se istefa mang kar case band kar sakta hoon."

"Usay jari rehne dein. Shauq pura kar le. Mere baap ke haath saaf hain."

Chand lamhe khamoshi chhayi rahi. Phir Fatmi sahab ne siyah file ki jild par haath pherte hue halka sa kaha...

"Aap pichle maheene ki 2, 13 aur 22 tareekh ko Peshawar mein hone wali meetings mein shamil the, Hashim!"

Hashim ka dabba kholta haath ek dum ruk gaya. Be-yaqeeni se usne sir uthaya. Rangat pheeki pad gayi.

"Aapne durust kaha, Hashim! Corruption affairs aur drugs ka Pakistan mein kisi ko tabah nahi kar sakti, magar ek cheez ho sakti hai—wo ye ke aap ilaqa-ghair ke dehshatgardo ke liye money laundering karna, jiske badle wo aapko apne ilaqon mein business karne dete hain. Agar aap ek dafa military ki 'bad books' mein aa gaye, to koi bhi cheez aapko nahi bacha sakegi."

Wo khamosh bilkul saakit khada tha. Gardan mein baar baar ubhar kar madum hoti ek gultee nazar aayi. Phir usne tezi se jhuk kar qalam uthaya, notepad saamne kiya.

"Kaun si gaadi hai? Model aur make? Aur kis ke naam hai?"

Wo tezi se qalam kagaz par ghaseetta gaya. Dimag mein aandhiyan chal rahi thi.

Phone band kar ke dabba wahi chhodne ka keh kar apna coat utaarta wo bahar nikla. Secretary ghabra kar uth khadi hui. Wo tezi se corridor mein chalta lift ki taraf ja raha tha, sath hi mobile par call mila raha tha.

"Khawar, foran ghar pahuncho. Abhi!"

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خواب تو روشنی ہیں، ہوا ہیں، جو کالے پہاڑوں سے رکتے نہیں۔

Khawab to roshni hai, hawa hain, jo kaale pahadon se rukte nahi.

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Courtroom mein karwai rawani se jaari thi. Mohtaram judge sahiban tawajju aur khamoshi se barajmaan the. Gawah (Lord voldemort ) ka bayan suna ja raha tha, jisse istegasa ki taraf se Zumar jaraah kar rahi thi.

Peechay, haazireen mein Roshan ke baayen taraf baithe logon mein se ek Saadi bhi tha, jo gusse se usay ghoor raha tha.

"To aap ye keh rahe hain ke jis waqt maqtool ladke ka qatal hua, aap qabristan mein maujood the?"

Zumar qalam haathon mein ghumati aahista aahista gavaah ke samne idhar udhar tehal rahi thi.

"Haan...ji." voldemort ne tabedari se haan mein sir hilaaya.

"Aur jis waqt mulzim Harry maqtool ke sath udhar aaya, aap qabristan mein kya kar rahe the?"

"Main...ji... apne walid sahib ki qabar par fatiha parh raha tha."

Wo badi maskeeniat se keh raha tha. Saadi ne kulsa kar pehlu badla. Nazdeek baithe students ka ek group mushkil se hansi rokne ki koshish kar raha tha.

"Aap to jaanti hain..." maasoom Lord keh raha tha, "ke maashaAllah ye Harry Potter bachpan se hi ilmaat tha, Saal bhar ki umar mein isne mujhe taweez kar ke aadha maar daala. Main to jab se junglon mein dar-badar bhatakta darveshi ki zindagi guzaar raha tha."

"Objection, Your Honor!" Dafa ka wakeel khada ho kar chilaya.

Judge ne sawalia nazar se use dekha.

"Ghair mutalqa." Usne wajah batai.

"Manzoor." Judge ne gawah ko tanbeeh ki. "Ghair mutalqa baton par time waste mat karein."

Zumar ne sir hila kar sanjeedgi se sawal kiya, "To phir adalat ko bataiye ke us raat kya hua?"

"Haan ji! Us raat maine usay apne hareef khiladi ke sath qabristan mein aate dekha, to maine pyaar se kaha ke, 'Beta, is waqt tumhe bistar mein hona chahiye.' Magar usne kaha, 'Uncle, hamare maamle se door raho.' Aur phir aao dekha na taao, apne hareef ko qatal kar diya. Main to tab se haalat e sog mein hoon."

Aur Saadi ka bas nahi chal raha tha ke is voldemort ka hashar kar de. Sab ko pata tha ke wahi asal qatil hai, magar yeh ahl-e-qanoon to qanoon se zyada andhay the. Usay bhi kathere me bulaya gaya, zumar ne sawalat ka aghaaz Kiya.

"Kya yeh durust hai ke aap mulzim Harry ke behtareen doston mein se hain?"

"Ji, yeh baat itni hi durust hai jitni ke harry begunah hai." Wo samne khadi Zumar ki aankhon mein dekh kar muskura kar bola.

Zumar ne saadgi se usay wapas dekha. "Yani ke aap waqiya ke waqt mojood the?"

"Nahi." Wo gadbada gaya. "Magar Harry ne mujhe khud bataya ke voldemort ne qatal kiya hai."

"Aap yeh sirf is buniyad pe keh rahe hain jo mulzim ne aapko bataya hai?"

"Mujhe maloom hai wo sach keh raha tha."

"Yani ke aapko maloom ho jata hai ke log kya soch rahe hain? Kya aapko maloom hai ke is waqt main kya soch rahi hoon?"

Wo sanjeeda thi. Saadi bilkul chup ho gaya.

"Apne jawabat mein raye ka anasir shamil karne se gurez kijiye." Judge ne tanbee ki.

Zumar dayen se baayen chalte hue kathere ke samne aayi. Sanjeedgi se Saadi ko dekha.

"Kya aap kisi Cho Chang naam ki ladki ko jaante hain?"

"Ji… wo maqtool ladke ki girlfriend thi." Aur wo be-ikhtiyaar chup ho gaya.

"Aur mulzim is ladki ko pasand karta tha. Is buniyad pe wo maqtool se raqabat bhi rakhta tha. Kya yeh durust hai?"

"Aap is baat ko ghalat rukh…"

"Haan ya nahi, Mr. Ron!" Wo narmi se sakhti mein boli.

Usne char-o-na-char kaha, "Ji haan."

"Aur kya yeh bhi durust hai ke maqtool aur mulzim ek hi tournament jeetne ke liye koshish mein lage the, jiske wajah se dono ke darmiyan mamooli si hareefana jazba bhi tha?"

"Ji… magar wo itna kam tha ke iski buniyad pe Harry qatal nahi kar sakta tha."

"Aur kya yeh bhi durust hai ke jis din Harry ka naam muqable ke liye muntakhab hua tha, us raat aap us se naaraz hue the aur jealous bhi? Kyunki Harry ki wajah se aapki shanakht hamesha dab jaati thi."

Saadi ka munh be-yaqeeni se khula ka khula reh gaya. Yeh sab waqiyat Zumar ne us raat dohraaye the magar nahi bataya tha ke wo yun sawal karegi.

"Jee, Main sirf jealous ho gaya tha, magar baad mein hum theek ho gaye… aur mujhe is zara si khafgi pe bhi afsos hai."

"Aur isi afsos aur ehsaas-e-jurm ke bais aap baar-baar Harry ki himayat kar rahe hain?"

"Nahi to… main—"

"Aap Harry ki himayat nahi kar rahe?"

"Main… is wajah se nahi kar raha."

Magar wo sune Bina taraf rukh kiye khadi hui, sar ko kham de kar kaha, "Itna kaafi hai, Your Honour." Aur wapas prosecution ka panel apni jagah pe ja kar tang par tang zamaaye beth gayi.

"Main yaqeen nahi kar paa raha… judges ke panel ne Harry ko mujrim qarar de diya? Hadd hai!"

Faisla aane ke baad, court room se nikalte hue Saadi khafgi se Zumar se bola tha. Zumar muskura kar uske saath chal rahi thi. Avari mein idhar udhar guzarne wale students ke salam ka sir ke kham se jawab deti. Mutmain, pur-sukoon.

"Saboot uske khilaf jate thay, aur uska difa kamzor tha."

"Sab ko pata tha ke Harry begunah hai, Zumar!" Ghungriyalay balon wala lawyer ab bhi khafa tha.

"Judge faislay jazbaat pe nahi, saboot pe karta hai."

"Aur aapne kya kiya? Pehle mujhse woh baatein kehluwaain jo Harry ke khilaf jati theen. Phir jab dekha ke meri himayat ka judge pe asar shayad par raha hai, to meri credibility mashkook kar di—Harry se jealousy wali baat karke! Mera to dil hi toot gaya."

Zumar ne chalte chalte muskura kar aankhein ghumayi. "Tum England ja kar thode smart nahi ho gaye?"

Magar wo ab bhi khafa sa chalta raha, to Zumar ne kaghzaat ka roll bana kar uske kandhay pe halke se maara. Wo narazgi se patha.

"Mock trial khatam ho chuka, haqeeqi zindagi ki taraf laut aao."

Saadi muskura diya. Tane aasab dheele pad gaye. "Dafa karo Harry ko. Jadugar ki aulaad na ho to!"

"Aapki chhutti manzoor ho gayi?"

"Haan." Wo gehri mutmain saans le kar boli. Raahdaari se nikal kar ab wo parking tak aa chuke thay.

"Itne saalo ki parhai aur job ke baad wo 6 maah ki yun lagta hai jaise sadiyon ki thakan utregi. Koi to subah main bhi jaugugi office jaane ki tension ke baghair!"

"Hmmm… aur Hashim bhai ki beti ki birthday party mein aa rahi hai?" Saadi ne gaari tak aate hi achanak yaad aane par poocha.

"Main bilkul bhi na aati, magar uss din Abba court aaye thay kaam se, aur Hashim mil gaya. Usne khud dawat de di. Abba bharam rakh lenge, magar unko bhi meri tarah wo koi kuch khaas pasand nahi aaya."

Wo driving seat ka darwaza kholte hue keh rahi thi. Saadi "Good!" keh kar beth gaya. Hashim bhai ko wo pasand nahi karti thi, is liye wo unse katra jaata tha.

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