Adultery Meri Pakiza Ammijaan Ka Bhrashtikaran

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CHAPTER 1

Meri maa ki shaant zindagi


Main ne hamesha apni ammi, Shahida Iqbal ko perfect mom ke roop mein jaana hai, meri sharmeeli
ammi, woh aurat jis ki taraf humare mohalle ki har maa apni betiyon ko ishq sikhaate hue ishaara
karti hai ki ek achchi biwi kaisi honi chahiye.
Baalis saal ki umar mein bhi woh itni shaant izzat se chalti hain ki jab woh guzar jaati hain to log
apni awaazein dheemi kar lete hain.

Unka naam, Shahida Iqbal, bilkul un par suit karta hai: zinda dil magar paakiza.

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CHAPTER 2



Meri mom - ek perfect maa aur patni ka pratibimb



Mera naam Zaid hai. Meri ammi, Shahida Iqbal, ek aisi aurat hain jinki zindagi imaan ki pabandi, beinteha
sabr aur paak mohabbat ki misaal hai. Ab unki umar chaalis saal se kuch zyada ho chuki hai, lekin woh
aaj bhi wahi sifaat rakhti hain jo mere dil mein fakhr ka ehsaas jagati hain – wafa, tawazo, meherbani,
parda aur sidq-e-dil se bhara hua nek insaaf ka jazba.


Jab se mujhe hosh sambhala hai, ammi ko maine hamesha namaaz mein paaya hai. Subah-subah, jab
suraj poori tarah ubharta bhi nahi hota, main unki jaanamaaz khulne ki halki si awaaz sunta tha. Unke
narm qadmon ki awaaz aati thi jab woh apne muqarrara jagah ki taraf jaati thin. Unki awaaz, jab woh dua
mangti thin, kitni pyaari aur pukhta hoti thi – lafz narmiyon se behte hue, magar sachchi iltija ka bojh liye
hue.


Woh hamari sehat ke liye dua karti thin, hamari khair-o-afiyat ke liye, hamari hidayat ke liye taaki hum
seedhe raaste par qaim rahen. Unki namaaz sirf ek rasam nahi thi – woh to apne Khaliq se seedhi baatcheet
thi, umeed, shukr aur mohabbat se bhari hui.


Mujhe yaad hai kaise woh chupke se baith jaati thin, haath uthaye hue, aankhein band, honth dheeme se
hilte hue. Unki ibadat itni dil se hoti thi ki lagta tha unka imaan hawa mein lehraya kar raha ho. Unke lafz
hamesha adab se bhare hote the, lehja hurmat se labaiz. Jab woh barkat maangti thin to awaaz mein ek
narmi bhari jaldi hoti thi, jaise poora yaqeen ho ki unki dua aasmanon tak pahunchegi aur qubool hogi.


Unko dekh kar maine seekha ki namaaz sirf maangna nahi hoti – woh to sar jhuka dena hai, ,.' ki hikmat
par bharosa karna hai.


Ghar ke andar ammi ka libaas unki sadgi aur parde ko zahir karta tha. Unhe araamdeh, dheele pajame aur
saada safed dupatta pasand tha jo woh apne sar par sharafat se odh leti thin. Unka kapda bilkul sada tha,
lekin unki shakhsiyat itni roshan thi ki koi bhi unki taraf khinchta chala jaata tha.


Baharle mein woh aur zyada parde mein rehti thin – lambi skirt, pur-parda kurti, aur wahi safed dupatta jo
hamesha saaf-suthra aur sharifana tarz se lapeta hota tha. Unka parda sirf kapdon mein nahi tha, balki
unke andaaz mein tha – woh kabhi dhyaan khinchna nahi chahti thin, na tareef ki talabgar thi.


Libaas se hat kar, ammi ek ustaani thi – na sirf taleem ki, balki ikhlaq ki. Unka maan'na tha ki achche ikhlaq
aur kirdar hi asli imaan ki alamat hain. Woh baar-baar mujhe sikhati thin ki narmi se baat karo, sachchai se
kaam lo, har shakhs ka ehtram karo.


Mujhe yaad hai jab main chhota tha aur kabhi be-sabri ya be-adabi dikha deta tha, woh dheere se mujhe
samjhaati thin, awaaz mein sakhti nahi balki pyar bhara sakht lehja: “Yaad rakhna beta, achche ikhlaq
momin ki zeenat hote hain.”


Ammi ka din chupke-chupke, mehnat aur sukoon se bhara hota tha. Woh subah jaldi uth jaati thin aur ghar
ke kaam shuru kar deti thin, itni narmi aur lihaaz se ki saara ghar aman se bhar jaata tha. Jhaadu lagate waqt
unke haath kitne dheeme lekin tezi se chalte the.





Kapde dhote waqt woh dheemi awaaz mein koi lori ya dua gun-gunati thin, kapdon ko pyar se modti thin.
Rasoi unka maqam-e-ibadat thi – wahaan woh saadgi bhare masaale aur cheezon ko itne pyar se badalti thin
ki khane ban jaate the jo dil ko chhoo jaate the.


Mujhe yaad hai main kitni baar rasoi mein daudta hua jaata tha aur be-sabri se poochta tha, “Ammi, khana
tayyar hua?” Woh apna sar ghuma kar muskurati thin, chehre par garmahat bhari muskurahat, aur mere baalon
ko pyar se sehlaati thin. Unka haath kitna narm hota tha, muskurahat kitni meherban, aur awaaz kitni pyaari:
“Bas thodi der aur beta, sabr karo.”





Woh chhoti-chhoti baatein, kitni qeemti thi. Un palon mein mujhe lagta tha duniya ki saari mohabbat mujhe mil
rahi hai.
Unka khana kuch alag hi tha. Sirf pet bharne ke liye nahi, balki dil bharne ke liye. Ghar mein khushboo fail jaati
thi – teekhi, meethi, dawat deti hui.


Har dawat mein unki mohabbat aur sabr ka namak-mirch hota tha.
Chaawal-daali ho ya koi bada saalan, har niwala unki lagan ka saboot hota tha. Jaise har chammach hilate hue,
har masala daalte hue woh dua hi mang rahi hoti thin.


Khane ke baad jab hum tebul par baithte the, woh humare saamne baith kar dekhti thin ki hum maze le rahe
hain ya nahi. Jab hum tareef karte the to unka chehra khushi se chamak uthta tha. Unki hansi – kitni narm, kitni
garam – ghar mein goonjti thi aur saara ghar ghar lagta tha.


Aur haan, kapde dhona aksar unka shanivar ka kaam hota tha. Us waqt main kabhi nahi chookta tha unki dheemi
gun-gunahat sunne se. Woh awaazein itni meethi hoti thin ki dil ko sukoon deta tha, bhale hi main samajh na
paata tha ki woh kaunsa geet gun-guna rahi hain.









Din ke sukoon bhare palon mein, main aksar abbu ko dekhta tha jab woh ammi ke paas jaate the jab woh namaaz
mein hoti thin. Woh chupke se aate, kabhi peeche se, aur dheere se unki kamar mein baahen daal kar pyar se
gale laga lete the.


Ammi sar uthati thin, chehre par halki si muskurahat, aur sukoon bhari nigahon se unki taraf dekhti thin. Woh pal
khamosh mohabbat ke hote the – imaan aur ishq ka husn ka milaap. Un palon ko dekh kar maine seekha ki imaan
aur pyar saath-saath chalte hain, aur apas mein ek doosre ko mazboot karte hain.








Ammi ki lagan mere liye hamesha ek misaal rahi hai. Ghar ke kaamon ke beech bhi woh ,.' se apna rishta kabhi
nahi tootne deti thin. Unki namaaz unki taqat thi, unka panahgaah, unka shukr ada karne ka tareeqa. Unko dekhte
hue maine samjha ki imaan sirf zubaan ka lafz nahi, balki har lamhe ka jeena hai – doosron ki khidmat, sachchi
ibadat, be-shart mohabbat.


Unki zindagi farz aur ibadat ka ek khubsurat tawazun thi, meherbani aur tawazo ka. Unke kaam, unka khana, unki
mohabbat – har cheez unke gehre imaan aur apne ghar walon ke liye pyar ki aks thi. Woh sirf meri maa nahi, balki
taqwa, sabr aur mohabbat ki zinda tasveer thi.


Chhoti umar se hi main nek aur adabdaar ladka banne ki koshish karta raha hoon. Mere waalidain ne mujhe sachchai,
meherbani aur diyaanatdaari ke mazboot usool sikhaaye.


Main kabhi kisi ke baare mein ghalat nahi sochta tha,
khusoosan apni ammi ke baare mein. Masalan, maine kabhi nahi socha ki ammi kisi doosre mard ke saath… ya abbu
ke saath dhoka karen.


Mujhe porn filmon ke baare mein bhi kabhi khayaal nahi aaya kyunki mera pala hua mahoul aisa bilkul nahi tha.
Ammi ek narm dil aur meherban aurat hain, main hamesha unki garmahat aur meherbani ki izaat karta raha hoon.
Woh har shakhs se dosti se pesh aati hain lekin mardon ke saath hamesha hoshyari se. Unhe pata hai ki hadd bandiyan
rakhna kitna zaroori hai.


Woh kabhi ajnabiyon ke saath zyada khul kar ya zyada dostana nahi hoti thin – yeh maine
seekha ki yeh unki taqat aur daanaai ki nishaani hai.


Bachpan mein mera dhyaan sirf itaat aur apne ghar ki qeemat samajhne par tha. Maine seekha ki asli taqat tawazo,
sabr aur apne aur doosron ke liye ehtram mein hai. Abbu ki mehnat aur ammi ki hadd bandiyon ne mujhe zindagi ke
usool diye.

Main hamesha achcha beta banne ki koshish karta raha – walidain ki izzat, buzurgon ka adab, har shakhs
ke saath insaaf aur meherbani.


Aaj jab peeche mud kar dekhta hoon to shukrguzaar hoon ki walidain se itne qeemti sabaq mile. Unki misaal ne
mujhe zimmedaari aur diyaanatdaari ka ehsaas diya.


Main hamesha un usoolon par chalne ki koshish karta hoon
kyunki achcha insaan hona hi zindagi ki sabse badi kaamyabi hai. Izzat, sachchai aur meherbani – yeh woh sifaat
hain jo main sabse zyada qeemti samajhta hoon aur fakhr se aage le ja raha hoon.


Ammi ki shaadi bees saal ki umar mein hui thi – ek khubsurat aur saadgi bhari shaadi. Woh khushi ka mauka tha,
pura ghar rishtedaaron, hansi aur mohabbat se bhar gaya tha. Maali haalaat saade the, lekin shaadi dil se dil tak
pahunchi thi – nayi shuruaat ki alamat.
Us din ammi ki khushi aur lihaaz ne sab par gehra asar chhoda tha.






Phir se yaad aata hai bachpan ka woh daur jab main achcha aur adabdaar ladka banne ki poori koshish karta tha.
Walidain ne mujhe mazboot usool diye – sachchai, meherbani, diyaanatdaari. Main kabhi ghalat khayaalaat nahi
laata tha, khusoosan ammi ke baare mein. Kabhi nahi socha ki ammi ka kisi ke saath ghalat rishta ho ya unke
ikhlaq kharab hon.


Woh ek narm dil aur meherban aurat hain, main hamesha unki garmahat ki qadr karta raha. Woh har kisi se dosti
se milti hain lekin mardon ke saath hoshyar rehti hain, hadd bandiyon ki ahmiyat samajhti hain.


Mere abbu, Hussain, ek mehnatkash insaan hain jinhone apni zindagi ka bada hissa humare ghar ki khairiyat ke
liye qurban kar diya. Ab unki umar pachaas saal hai, lekin woh ab bhi chhoti si dukaan par din bhar mehnat karte
hain, aksar raat der tak ruk kar sab kuch theek karte hain.






Lambi ghanton ki mehnat aur jismani thakan ke bawajood unhone kabhi shikayat nahi ki ya sabr nahi khoya. Unki
lagan ne mujh par gehra asar chhoda. Unko har roz mehnat karte dekh kar maine seekha ki sabr aur zimmedaari
kya hoti hai. Main hamesha unki taraf role model ki tarah dekhta tha – samajhta tha ki asli kaamyabi mehnat aur
sachchai se aati hai.


Bachpan mein main aksar ammi ke saath bazaar jaata tha. Woh jagah kitni rang-birangi aur zindagi se bhari hoti
thi – dukandaar apni cheezon ke daam chillate, taza sabziyon ki khushboo, rangon ka mela. Mujhe unke saath bag
uthane aur cheezen chunne mein maza aata tha.


Ammi se maine seekha ki sabr kaise karte hain aur logon se sharafat se kaise pesh aate hain. Woh hamesha
muskurate hue paadossiyon aur dukandaaron ko salaam karti thin.




Lekin saath hi woh hoshyar bhi rehti thin – apni jagah par khadi rehna aata tha unhe, aur apne baare mein zyada
batana nahi. Woh mardon se jo woh bharosa nahi karti thin, unke saath doori rakhti thin. Unka rawaiya izzat aur
adab ki misaal tha, aur unhone mujhe amal se sikhaya ki apni hifazat kitni zaroori hai jabki meherban aur khule
dil ke bhi rahein.


Bazaar ke un safaron mein maine tawazo aur hadd bandiyon ke qeemti sabaq seekhe. Ammi ki hoshyar dosti ne
mujhe bataya ki shakhsiyat ki hifazat sabse pehle hai. Woh kabhi bad-mizaj ya be-lagaaon nahi hoti thin, lekin
apni seema kabhi nahi bhoolti thin.


Main dekhta tha kaise woh logon se milti thin – madadgar, sharif, lekin hamesha apne aas-paas ka khayaal rakhte
hue. Unki taqat aur parda mujhe inspire karta tha taaki main bhi ek adabdaar aur hoshyar insaan ban sakoon.


Bada hote hue main aur gehri tarah samajh gaya ki diyaanatdaari aur doosron ki seemaon ki izzat kitni ahem hai.
Main kabhi ghalat tareeqe se curious nahi raha, na hi ammi ya aas-paas ki auraton ke baare mein ghalat socha.


Mujhe pata tha ki izzat hi achche kirdar ki buniyaad hai. Abbu ki mehnat aur ammi ki izzat-e-nafs ne meri zindagi
ke nazariye ko shakl di. Unhone sikhaya ki kaamyabi sirf paison mein nahi, balki un usoolon mein hai jo tum
nibhaate ho aur woh izzat jo tum doosron ko dete ho.


Bachpan mein mera poora dhyaan itaat aur ghar ki ahmiyat par tha. Maine seekha ki asli quwwat tawazo, sabr aur
apne aur doosron ke liye ehtram mein chhupi hai.


Abbu ki mehnat aur ammi ki hadd bandiyon ne mujhe zindagi ke rehnuma usool diye. Main hamesha achcha beta
banne ki koshish karta raha – maa-baap ki izzat, buzurgon ka adab, har insaan ke saath meherbani aur insaaf.


Aaj peeche mud kar dekhta hoon to dil shukr se bhar jaata hai. Walidain ki misaal ne mujhe zimmedaari aur
sachchai ka jazba diya. Main hamesha un usoolon par chalne ki koshish karta hoon kyunki achcha insaan hona hi
zindagi ka asli maqsad hai.



Izzat, sachchai aur meherbani – yeh woh khazane hain jo main apne dil mein sambhal kar rakhta hoon aur aage
bhi le jaunga.

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