Momi ki diary ajj phir meray hath lagi thi. "Akhri wasihat" k unwan se aik tehreer meray samnay thi.
Main momi apni Zindagi itni jee chuki thi k meray is gosht posth k wajood me ik ik raishaay see Zindagi nachore nachore k mene jee thi. Koi sochay to shayad ye samajh paye k Maine akhri had tak mertay wajood see Zindagi ka urk kasheed Kia tha. Per koi sochay ya samjhayga he kyoon?
Mujhay hargiz ye khawahish nahi k Meri moat pe aik jum e gafeer ho. Mujhy ye b manzoor Hy k ik lawaris lassh ki terha dafnai jaon. Per mujhay hergiz ye gawara nhi k Meri zaat k munkir ya mujhay arzaan samajhne walay meray janazy me shareeq Hun.
Mujhy ye b manzoor Hy k Meri qabr ko benaam o nishaan rehne dia Jaye. Per ye gawara nahi k qutbay pe Mera naam meray maray wajood ki nishani k Tor per reh Jaye. Main chahti Hun Mera nam b meray saath he dafan hojaye.
Ye to bakht tha na Mera... Ye bara he bd'bukht tha... na isne chain se jeenay dia na marnay dia. Kasoor iska sahi per baykasoor to wo bhi nahi jinko apna kasoor nazar he nahi aata.
Haan jab Mera zikr kabhi aye to ye zaroori btaya Jaye k ....
Bukht ki maari howi thi...
Wo larki...
Haari howi nahi thi....
Mene apnay dupattay se tehreer k ansoo ponchay aur diary shelf me wapis rakh ker loat ai.
Written by Fehmida Chaudhary as on 5th April