Naqaabposh Haqeeqat

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Asalah ma'ne paak yaani Mai.
Ammi kehti hai "Na-ummeedi kufr hai"...ye soch kar mai kam hi na-ummeed hoti hu...par kaise sabr karte hain log? Kaise dard milne ke baad bhi muskurate hain log? Kaise apna gham chupate hain log?
Shayad apni ummeed sirf khuda se lagake sabr karpaate hai log. Tabhi toh na-ummeedi kufr hai...

"Asalah kaha gum ho?"

"Haan? Kuch nahi. Kahi bhi toh nahi?" Maine apni roommate aur meri badi behen Anniyah se kaha. Eo bilkul apne naam ki tarah bohot mohabbat karne wali bohot khayal rakhne wali hai.

"Acha? Asalah tum jhoot bolti hona toh tumhari naak laal hojati hai" Anniyah ne haste hue kaha. Haste hue uske rukhsar surkh hojate hain, uske gulabi hotho se jhalakte motiyon jese daat kisi chandni raat manind lagte hain uski chamakdaar brown aakhein...wo hai hi itni khubsurat...par mai itni tareef kyu karu bhala uski? Hai toh meri behen hi... aur mujhe jhoota bhi kehrahi hai..

"Acha? Toh mai jhooti hu?" Maine khafgi zahir karte hue kaha.

"Nahi Asalah, meri jaan... Tum mujhe kuch pareshan lag rahi ho bas?" Apni badi badi aakhon me kuch nami chalkate hue Anniyah ne kaha.

"Nahi. Mai thik hu. Tum ro mat."

Kya kahu mai tumse Anniyah...tum khud mere liye itna pareshan rehti ho... Mai mazeed tumhe takleef nahi dena chahti...iss aalishaan Mahal me apna kamra hone ke bawajood tum mere sath rehrahi ho... Meri bimari ko apna bojh bana lia hai tumne... Kyu Anniyah? Kyu nahi jeeti tum apni zindagi sukoon se... kyun mere peeche pari ho? Mat karo meri itni fikr...