USRI YUSRA [ROMAN URDU VERSION]

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"Pareshani ki ab koi baat nahi hai. He is all fine now!"

"Yeh kuch medicines hain jo likh kar de raha hoon, isey de dejiyega. aur uske khane peene ka bohat khayaal rakhen."

Agle din check up ke baad Dr. mustafa Jamila se keh rahe the aur Jamila use hi dekh rahi thi jo abhi tak apni neend ke assar se mukammal tor par bahar nahi aaya tha. Mudhat uske liye kheer bana kar layi thi. Jamila ke ishare par hi usne taizi se pyaale mein nikaali. jab tak usne bohat ahthiyat se bacche ko utha kar bithaya, tab tak woh pyalaa aage kar chuki thi.

Aik baazu se usey apne hisaar mein liye, doosre haath se beech bhar kar woh us ke labon ke qareeb layi to usne inkaar nahi kiya. bohat aaraam se pehla chamch le liya. woh soti jaagti kefiyat mein tha. hosh mein tha bhi aur nahi bhi lekin woh koi bhi muzahmat nahi kar raha tha.

Mudhat heran thi. na woh roya tha, na chikha tha. na usne koi wawela kiya tha na bhagne ki koshish halaanke khud use aik chamch ke liye kitni koshish karna padtee thi. bohat aaraam aur tasalii se Jamila ne usey kheer khilai thi. nim garam doodh bhi pilaya tha, phir medicine bhi di thi jo Mudhat cilinic ki pharmacy se le aayi thi.

is douran woh mukammal tor par pursukoon raha tha. yaqeenan with injection ke zair assar hi tha. ya phir woh thak chuka tha aur ab koi bhi muzahmat nahi karna chahta tha.

das bajey usey discharge kar diya tha aur wo usey ghar le aayi thi.

is ke baad woh dopehar mein usey dekhne aayi thi tab woh so raha tha. phir shaam mein jab woh gayi thi to woh khidki ki chokhat par kohniyan tikaye sheeshe ke sath gaal mis kiye bahar un roshiniyo ko dekh raha tha jo wasee o Areez sabza zaar par jagah jagah jal rahi thi.

Azam shirazi ke yahan aaj kuch siyasi naamwar shaksiaat ki dawat thi. khane ka intizam bahar lawn mein kiya gaya tha.

"Ab kaisa hai?" Usne madham aawaz mein Mudhat se poocha.

"Pehlay se bahot behtar hai jee! aaj is ne mujhe bilkul bhi tang nahi kya."

Mudhat ne khush gawaar herat ke sath aagahi di thi magar Jamila ko is aagahi ne ajeeb si wehshat mein mubtala kar diya.

jab tak umeed thi, tab tak muzahmat thi. jab umeed tooti to muzahmat bhi toot gayi.

woh kuch der tak darwaze mein khadi rahi thi. phir woh uske paas aakar baith gayi thi. bazu khidki ki chokhat par tikaye usey dekhnay lagi. kuch mohabbat, kuch unsiyat, kuch tarhim se bacche ne uski mojoodgi ka koi khaas notice nahi liya tha.

Jamila un aankhon ko dekhne lagi jin mein teen behtareen rangon ki amayjis thi. sabaz, halka brown aur sunhera rang ye aankhen aarzoo Jahangir ki ankhen thi. Agle kayi lamhoon tak aik khamoshi si haail rahi. bacha abhi bhi usey mukammal nazar andaaz kiye hue tha.

"Hello!"

Majbooran se hi mukhatib karna para. Bacche ne zara si nazar utha kar Jamila ko dekha, magar jawab nahi diya.

"Mera naam Jamila hai aur tumhara?"

yeh tarifi marhala tha, usey kuch mushkil laga. woh un bachon mein se yaqeenan nahi tha jo ba aasani ghul mil jayen warna woh Mudhat ko itna tough time kyun deta? dam sadhe woh khaali khaali aankhon se usey daikhta raha lab baahum paivest rahe.

"Let me guess, kahin tumhara naam shehriyar to nahi?"

"Arslan..?"

Aik lamhe ko ruk kar kuch socha.

"Ya phir...?"

"Faris Haroon Shirazi"

apne naam se mutaliq woh yaqeenan bohat bachi tha. faris tha to phir faris bhi tha. Haroon ka beta shirazi khandan ka saput aur koi naam aur koi maqam aur koi pehchan usey qubool na thi. kya Azam shirazi uski pehchan ki tarah ab is ki yad dasht se is ka mukammal naam bhi hata payege?