Raima aa kar gaari me bethi aur jese yak dam uske andar bhara har ehsaas ubhar aya aur Woh phunt phunt kar rone lagi.
Steering wheel per apna sar tikaye woh bacho ki tarah ro rahi thi.
Woh apne aansuon per kaabu paane ki koshish karne lagi jo ke bohat mushkil tha.
Woh pure ek saal baad is tarah phunt phunt kar royi thi cheekh cheekh ke. Aaj Azaan ko apne samne dekh kar woh kamzor parne lagi thi...Bahir andhera ho raha tha aur parking area me gaarian kam thi phir bhi woh yahan beth ke nahi ro sakti thi. Usne apna chehra uthaya aur use saaf kiya.
Aur gaari ko wahan se nikala.
Woh kisi aur se nahi khud se lar rahi thi...apne ehsaas se apne aap se...Agle din woh uthi to uska sar beyhad bhaari ho raha tha puri raat jaage rehne ki wajah se uska sar dukha raha tha lekin woh bethi nahi reh sakti thi use hospital jaana tha. Woh uthi aur taiyar hone lagi. Coffee ka ek cup bana ke use jaldi se peete hue woh ghar se nikal kar hospital ponchi thi. Us hospital ke saath ek old home bhi tha aur wahan pe Doctor's ki kami ki wajah se Raima hafte me 3-4 din volunteer ke tour per wahan kaam karti thi.
Aaj bhi woh apni routine ke murabik wahan ponchi thi."Hii Doctor Raima"
Woh hospital ki parking per gari park kar ke ab uske akab ke nursing home ki taraf bhar rahi thi aur us nursing home ke bahir ke lawn me Raima ko usi ka ek patient nazar aya tha.
"Good morning Shahid Uncle."
Woh ek Pakistani kaafi umar ke shaks the jinki bimari ke baad unki family ne unhe yahan chor diya tha. Unhe paun aur baazu me paralysis hua tha jis wajah se woh ab kaafi saalo se wheelchair per the.
"Itne dino baad ayi beta?"
Unho je pucha to Raima unke paas beth gayi.
"Bas Office me busy thi Uncle. Aap bataen aap ne dawa to time se li thi na?"
Shahid sahab ne apni nazre jhuka lin to Raima ne apna chehra unke samne kiya.
"Uncle...aap ne phir tang kiya na?"
Usne pucha to unho ne kisi bache ki tarah use dekha.
"Dawa le kar kya karun ga beta? Mujhse konsa koi milne aata hai?"
Unho ne kaha to unki ankho me ansu ubhar aye. Raima bohat hi dukhi hui thi usne unka haath thaama.
"Aise dil chota mat karen Uncle."
Unho ne apni ankhe saaf karke use dekha.
"Is paraye mulk me in paraye logon me mere apne bacho se bhi zada tumne mera khayal rakha he bachey.."
Unho ne apne kampte hue haath ko uthana chaha jo ke nahi uth paa raha tha. Raima ne unke haath ko dekha aur pakar kar utha kar apne sar per rakha.
"Allah tumhara daaman humesha khushion se bhara rakhe. Tumhare naseeb ache kare."
Raima ki ankh numm hui thi. Is sare arse me yeh jagah use sab se zada sakoon deti thi. Yahan aa kar use mehsoos hota jese uski bhi zaroorat thi. Shahid sahab ke ilawa bhi bohat se log uska intezar karte use apne pure din ya hafte ki activity ke baare me batate. Aur woh un sab ki baate muskura kar sunti. Woh shahid sahab ke saath andar gayi aur kuch aur ligon se mili phir finally us ek kamre ke bahir aa kar ruki jahan woh har dafa aati thi. Usne darwaza khola aur ek muskurahat ke saath andar dakhil hui.
"Assalamu alaikum chachu"
Woh dakhil hui to us bed per bejaan jisam ke saath laita us shaks be apni anjhe ahista se kholin thi.
"R..ra..ii..ma"
Unho ne bamushkil use pukara to woh unke kareeb ayi aur unka bp check karne lagi.
"Kese hain aap? Kuch khaya tha aap ne?"
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