Soch Ka Zavia

Momi ki diary aksar mere haath lg jati thi aur main b is maukay ka bherpore faida uthaya kerti....ajj bhi wo dost ki taraf gai howi thi...na jane kyoon mjhy lagta k uski kaali diary.... jis main wo apnay shab o roz aur haal ahwal likha kerti thi....mjhy apni aur bulati hy k aoo aur mjhy perho... Uski last likhi gai diary main ribbon se book mark lagaya gaya tha...main ne perhna shuru kia.... Likha tha... Main momi ajj kal bht chup aur bazahir mutmain nazr ane ki bherpor koshish krti hn...magar ye sirf main aur mera Allah he janta hy k main zindagi aur mout ki c kushmakash se guzr rhi hun...sab kuch maloon hotay howey bhi khud ko normal show krna koi asan kam to nhi...mjhy samjhna duniya ka asan tareen kam hy...meri lagi bndhi aadat samajh kr mjhy katputli ki terha apne isharon pr chalana kisi k liye bhi mushkil nhi...aur wo to meri rug rug se waqif tha...pr kehte hain na kabhi b apne muqabil ko kamzoor nhi samajhna chaheye...bs yahin us jese hoshyaar insaan se choak hogai thi... Mo