Fiza

Duphar ka waqt tha. Sooraj ki roshni har taraf chhai hui thi. Cafe k sheeshe se farsh pr roshni ka naksha ban gaya tha. Pr ek kone mein abhi bhi andhera tha, Tazeem k dil mein.

Uski aankhein bas uss kitab ko dekh rhi thi jismein usne apni kahani bayan ki thi. Uski mohabbat k baare mein.

Tabhi darwaza khula.

“Assalamualaikum Mamu” Apne bhanje ki awaaz sunke, Tazeem ka chehre khil utha.

“Walaikum assalam, Tayyab” Tazeem ne uske salam ka jawab diya aur uske paas khade ho gye.

Chehre pe jawani ki raunaq aur aankhon mein mustakbil k khwab.

Tayyab ne apne Mamu ko gale lagaya.

“Kya baat hai Mamu..Bahut achcha cafe khola hai aapne..Dil khush ho gaya..” Tayyab tareef krne laga. Uss khoobsurat Cafe ka jo Tazeem ne apne dil se banayi hai. Apni mohabbat k liye.

“Dil se banayi hui cheez, dil tak zarur pahunchti hai.” Tazeem halka sa muskuraye.

Tayyab ek kone mein baith gaya. Tazeem apne kaam mein lage the aur pooche,

“Tumhare dost kab aa rhe hai? Tumhari Ammi ne bataya tha aaj kuch khaas mehfil sajne wali hai mere cafe mein?”

“Mamu, aaj hum school dost milne wale hai yahan. Sab alag alag jagah college admission liye hai aur socha summer vacations khatam hone se pehle sab mil lete hai. Phir kahan mauka milta hai.”

“Sahi kaha. Milna bahut mushkil hota hai. Aur hota bhi hai toh doston ki shaadiyon mein.” Tazeem muskuraye pr unki baaton mein dard tha.

Thodi der mein Tayyab k dost aa gaye.

Cafe ka mahaul badal gaya. Hasi, baatein aur yaadon se bhara hua. Unmein se ek apni mangetar ko leke aaya tha.

“Zehreen” Zehreen ne muskurate huye sabko salam kiya.

“Salam Bhabhi” Bhabhi alfaaz sunte hi Zehreen k chehre pe noor nazar aa gaya.

Sab apni apni jagah baith gaye aur unke khane ka intezaam Tazeem kr rhe the.

“Tayyab Bhai, meri cousin bhi aa rhi hai yahan mujhse aur Zafar se milne. Kya aap unke khane ka bhi isi mein intezaam krwa lenge please?” Zehreen ne jhijhakte hue poocha.

“Ji bilkul Bhabhi. Jaisa aap bolein…” Tayyab ne yeh baat apne Mamu ko batai.

“Beta, aap sab mujhse bejhijhak hoke baat kr sakte hai. Main aap sab ka Mamu hun.. yehi samjhe.” Sab hasne lage.

“Beti, aap fikr na karein, intezaamat achche se hue hai…” Tazeem ne Zehreen se kaha.

Zehreen muskurate hue darwaze ki or dekhti rahi. Uski pyaari si cousin usse milne ki zid mein thi. Mahino se saalon ho gaye pr milne ka mauka nhi bana. Darwaza dekhte dekhte uski aankhein Cafe k naam pr padi.

“Mamu, kya main aapse ek sawal pooch sakti hun?”

“Ji bilkul.” Tazeem dawat e khana ek ek krke sajate hue paros rhe the.

“Cafe ka naam ‘Fiza’ kaise pada? Khoobsurat naam hai.”

Tazeem yeh sawal sunte hi apni khayalat mein kho gaye. Ek lamhe k liye woh usi waqt pahunch gaye the jahan unhone yeh naam pehli baar jaana tha.

“Mamu? Aap theek hai?” Tayyab ne unka haath pakda aur woh aahista se baaju sofe pe baith gye.

“Ek kahani hai iske peeche. Aap sab saalon baad mil rhe hai, meri kahani sunke bore ho jayenge.” Tazeem ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha.

Zehreen ne Tayyab, Zafar aur Armaan ki taraf dekha.

“Bhabhi ki aankhein hi kaafi hai, haan bol do sab.” Armaan ne khusfusate hue kaha.

Haami bharte hue, Tazeem ne apni daastaan shuru ki. Har nazar ab Tazeem pr tik chuki thi.

Ek jhalak uss kitab ko dete hue, apni daastan shuru ki,

“Fiza, meri mohabbat ka naam hai. Mohabbat ka dusra naam, Fiza. Saalon pehli ki baat hai…” Tazeem ne unn bachchon ko dekha aur irshaad farmaya,

“Gulaab se saji thi raah,

wo surkh jode mein haseen thi,

Safed phoolon ki us nishast pr,

jaise koi hoor-e-zameen thi.

Aankhon ko toh thandak mili,

pr dil ka sukoon kahin kho sa gaya,

Itni pyaari dulhan ke labon pe,

bhala kyun muskurahat nahi thi?”