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...
Momi badla lene walon me se nhi thi per wo ab chir chuki thi ...us se...us ki harkaton se...ab usko jaiz tha k wo itne lambay intizaar ki aziatnaki ko yakser bhula ker apne tamam hisaab chukta kr sakti thi...
Wo jo apni manzil k mil jane ki khushfehmi me gin gin k waqt kat rha hy...zara sal wo nhi janta k uski aziaton ka shikaar bni wo larki apni zindagi ka sab se pehla intiqam lene k liye beqarar thi...
Ab wo intizaar me thi us waqt k jab wo samjhe k manzil qareeb hy aur usay manzil se he khaali haath lotna paray...
Momi ne uska hisaab chukta kr dia tha aur ajj ki raat usay sakoon ki ani thi......
Meri ankhon se kuch ansoo momi ki diary pr giray...aur mene us durd ko jo un alfaaz me posheeda tha...ko mehsoos krty howe diary bnd krdi....
Written by Fehmida Chaudhary
03rd july 2017