Ek Kalam Faujio ke Naam

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Tezi se baadhti hui baadh ko dekh miya Rehmat Ali darr gaya aur jaldi jaldi apne begum ko jaruri chize baandhne kahan. Mohtarama chakmakaya aur unke 9 saal ka bete Meher ko apne sine se laga liya.

“Ya Khuda. Raham kar.”

Kashmir me baadh sirf unke sheher mei hi nahi balki unke dil ko bhi chakmachur kar k jo nikal rahi thi. Aas pados k log toh kaafi pehle apne ghar aur zamin chor kar jaa chuke the. Meher rone laga par begum Ruhani usey ab zameen par hi chod kar saaman bandhne lagi. Rehmat miya bhi beithe nahi rahe aur aake apna boriya bistar sametne lage.

“Ufffff… ye baadhh… Ya Alla… ye aapne kaise din dikhaye? Bolte hue begum k alfaaz bhi kaapne lagey.

“Begum, abhi inn sab ka waqt nahi. Khuda se duwa kar taake hum iss musibat se jaldi nikal paaye.”

Toh palbhar mei 2 badi bori mei apna saaman baahndh k Rehmat miya apne begum aur nanhe Meher k sath nikal pade. Par kafi durr gaye hi the k unhe baadh ki tufaani rup saamne nazar aaya. Log mei halchal machi hui thi. Aatank se… Jee haan. Aatank se. Kyu ki wahan bebas logo k chinkh se bhi jyada shor toh baadh k paani ka tha. Jagah jagah pe logo ka dhera laga huwa tha. Apna saman apna parivaar ko leke sabki jaan  nikal ne par bann aayi thi. Tabhi begum ki aakhon ne ek ummid ki kiran dekhi aur apne shohor se kahan,

“Ji, kyu na hum unn fauji bhaiyo ki madad le?”

Sawal sunte hi Rehmat miya apne biwi k taraf aise dekhne lage jaise begum Ruhani ne koi bohut badi gustaakhi kar di.

Par ab Meher bol utha, “Ammijaan, fauji bhailog hamare madad kya sachmei karenge?”

“Humei apni madad karna aata hain.” begum k bolne se pehle hi wey dahaad uthe aur aage badhne lage. Ab Bharatiyo senao k jawane paas se nazar aane lage. Unko bola gaya steam boat pe chadne ko par koi chiz Rehmat miya ko rok k rakha tha. Seiniko ne baar baar unhe awaz lagayi aur rassi se surakshit jagah pe jaane k liye baar baar chillane lage.

Tabhi paas mei khade ek fauji jawaan ne uski mann ki jaise baat padh li aur bole,

“Miya, ab sochne ka waqt nahi. Jaan hain jahan hain. Humse madad naa lekar aap jaoge bhi toh kahan? Yahan koi Yasin, Mujahideen aane nahi wale hain aapko bachane. Apke maare hue padharose humne ye raaste banaaye hain taaki yahanse aap sahi salamat bach nikal sako. Bhaichara hum hindustaniko k dil mei hain, aur usey marte dam tak nibhayenge. Kitni ajeeb hain ye baat ki humare uss din k nikale hue khun aaj aap k bebas  haalat  aur aapke aankho se nikli aasu aur dil ka darr jeet gaya.  ,.”

Rehmat miya se ab raha na gaya aur unhone us fauji bhai k saamne hath jodkar nazare jhuka li. Par unhone unhe sine se laga liya. Kyuki Bharat na Musalmaanso banti hain aur na Hinduose, ye toh banti Hindustaniose.

Rahmat miya ka dil ab pachataap se bah gaya tha. Inke upar patthar feka tha kabhi ab wohi allah ke bande nazar aane lage aur shar se unhone apna sar jhuka liya.

© Dishi Bora

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Ek Kalam Faujio ke Naam Tezi se baadhti hui baadh ko dekh miya Rehmat Ali darr gaya aur jaldi jaldi apne begum ko jaruri chize baandhne kahan. Mohtarama chakmakaya aur unke 9 saal ka bete Meher ko apne sine se laga liya. “Ya Khuda. Raham kar.” Kashmir me baadh sirf unke sheher...