رنگِ حیات

“Mairi awaz sunayi de rahi hai?”

Taiz qadam, logon ki gehma’gehmi, traffic k shor, aur bazaar ke rush main us ki awaz khoti ja rahi thi.

“Main thak chuka hon cheekh cheekh ker. Dekho aaisa mat kerna! Yeh gunah-e-kabeera hai!  Tum suntay kyon nahin mairi baat? Dekho, tum sun ker bhi un’suni ker rahe ho. Samajhte hi nahin ho k maira wajood kisi wajah se hai. Mujhe khuda ne khaas wajah se tumhara hissa banaya hai……Sun rahe ho ya nahin?”

Awaz sunayi de rahi thi. Baat bhi samajh aa rahi thi. Magar bharpoor koshish bhi ho rahi thi. Is se pehle k koi aur sune, is awaz ko under dabana hi munasib nazar aa raha tha.

“Huh….Tum kya suno gai mairi baat? Tum ko to shayad khuda se bhi dar nahin lagta ab. Din’BaDin mujhe ander hi ander kamzoor kerte aaye ho tum. Eik din mar jaoun ga. Mairi awaz suno. Ab bhi waqt hai. Main jo keh raha hon woh maan lo. Yehi mairi ghiza hai. Maira kaam sirf madad kerna hi to hai.  Main dost hon, dushman nahin. Mujhe saza mat do. Main in zakhmon ki taab na la sakon ga. Ab aur berdasht nahin ker sakta. Mujhe bhi khuda ko jawab dena hai. Ai..aai….aaisa zulm mat karo.”

Qadmon ki raftaar, dil ki dharkanon ko taiz ker rahi thi. Us ki awaz madham perti ja rahi thi.

“Yeh na’insaafi hai. Kisi bay’gunah se us k jeenay ka haq cheen rahe ho tum. Aaisa mat karo. Khuda ke liye…Khuda k naam per aaisa gunah……mat ke…kerna. Dekho…..Nahin! Main aakhri dafa keh raha hon k na…”

Goliyon ki awaz se bhagdar mach chuki thi. Us doobti awaz ko hamesha k liye daba diya gaya tha.

Zameer ki maut se Nafs ko eik muskurahat, eik nayi khushi, eik nayi hayat mili…

Kya yehi khushi hai, yehi jeet hai, yehi zindagi hai???