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CHAPTER 3



Ye aadmi kaun hai jo hamare bagal wale ghar mein kiraye par
rehne aaya hai???





Woh ek aisi tazgi bhari subah thi jahaan hawa saaf aur taaza mehsoos hoti thi, pados ke bagiche se 

chameli ki halki si khushboo uth rahi thi jo door se shehar ke jaagne ki halki si goonj ke saath mil rahi thi.
Main apne bistar mein hilora, paas ki masjid se muezzin ki narm awaaz ne mujhe neend se jaga diya. 
Yeh subah ki namaaz ka waqt tha, lekin main phir se chook gaya – yeh baat mujhe hamesha guilt
 mehsoos karati thi, khusoosan jab main jaanta tha ki ammi kitni pakki ibaadat guzaar hain.


Jab tak main poori tarah jaag gaya, mere abbu – Hussain Iqbal – apni dukaan ke liye nikal chuke the. 
Woh Anarkali Bazaar mein ek chhoti si kitab ki dukaan chalate the, jahaan dhool bhari alamaariyaan 
mazhabi kitabon, Urdu mein bachchon ki kahaniyon aur unki pasandeeda shaayari ke majmuon se bhari 
rehti thin.


Abbu woh shakhs nahi the jo daulat ke peeche daudte; unhe imaandaar kaam par yaqeen tha, samaj ko
 ilm dene mein. Mujhe yaad hai unhone ek baar mujhse kaha tha, “Beta, kitabein rooh ki roshni hoti hain.”
Main un par fakhr karta tha – fakhr is baat par ki woh bazaar ki afra tafri mein kitni shaanti se guzar jaate
 the, kabhi awaaz oonchi nahi karte, hamesha kisi gareeb talib-e-ilm ko meherbani se discount dete ya ek 
narm lafz kehte.


Main apni hari shirt aur jeans mein corridor se guzra, thandi tile ki farsh ne mere pairon mein sardi daud di.
 Peeche ka aangan woh jagah thi jahaan ammi apni subah ki routine karti thin, woh band brick ki deewaron 
se ghira sukoon bhara maqam tha jo nazron se mehfooz rakhta tha. Yeh unka panahgaah tha, concrete ka 
ek tukda jahaan kuch ghade mein podina aur tulsi jaise paudhe lagaye hue the jo woh pyar se sambhaalti thin.


Jab main darwaze se jhaanka, to woh wahan thi, apni harkat mein masroof. Ammi apne rozmarra ke exercise
 ke libaas mein thi: dheele kaale sweatpants jo unke pairon par araam se latakte the, takhnon tak pahunchte
 hue bina chipke, aur ek saada lambi aasteen wali kaali top jo unke baazu aur seene ko poora dhak rahi thi.


Ek chamkila laal dupatta unke sar par saaf-suthre tareeqe se bandha hua tha, jo unke kaale baalon ko 
sambhaale hue tha aur unke vaise sada libaas mein rang bhar raha tha. Woh focused lag rahi thin, unki
 harkatein narm lekin maqsad bhari. Woh ek exercise kar rahi thin jise “planks” kehte hain.






Woh warm-up stretches se shuru karti thin – baazu ghoomati thin, pehle aage phir peeche, kandhon ko 
dheela karti hui. Phir side bends, jism ko dheere se dayen bayen jhukaati hui, har harkat ke saath gehri saans
 leti hui.


Uske baad lunges, ek taang aage badha kar neeche jhukti hui taaki ghutna zameen ko chhoone ke qareeb 
pahunch jaaye, phir taraf badal kar.
Unke sweatpants thode hilte the mehnat se, lekin sab kuch dhaka rehta tha, yeh unki parde ki pabandi ki misaal
 tha bhale hi tanhayi mein hon.


“Assalamu alaikum, Ammi,” maine dheeme se kaha, aangan mein qadam rakhte hue muskurate hue, unhe 
daraana nahi chahta tha.
Woh squat ke oopar pahunch kar ruk gayin, seedhi khadi hui aur mere taraf mud kar woh garam, chamakti 
muskurahat di jiski wajah se unki aankhon ke koney sikud gaye. “Wa alaikum assalam, mere pyare beta. Aaj to
 jaldi uth gaye ho.


Kya panchiyon ne jagaya ya taaze parathon ka khayaal?”
Main hans pada, deewar se takiya laga kar unhe apni routine jaari rakhte dekhta raha. “Dono thoda-thoda, 
shayad. Lekin zyada tar to mujhe tumhe aise dekhna achcha lagta hai – mazboot aur lagan wali. Tum ise asaan
 dikhaati ho.”


Woh halke se hansi, saans barabar rakhte hue ek aur squat mein neeche jaati hui. “Asaan? Yeh sab practice aur
 fazl hai. Chalo, bagiche ki taraf chalte hain. Neend kaisi rahi?”






“Achchi, shukriya,” maine jawab diya. “Lekin Ammi, main hamesha sochta hoon – tum har subah exercise kyun
 karti ho? Tum to ghar sambhaalti ho, pados ke bachchon ko padhaati ho, humare liye khana banati ho. Kya yeh 
sab kisi ke liye kafi workout nahi?”


Unhone apne maathe par halki si paseene ki chamak ko haath ke peeche se ponchha, dhyaan se apna laal
 dupatta na hil jaaye. 


“Beta, jism ek amaanat hai. Ise mazboot rakhna padta hai ibaadat ke liye – namaaz mein 
khade hone ke liye, roza rakhne ke liye, ghar walon ki khidmat ke liye. Agar main kamzor ho gayi to sajda ya
 rukoo kaise karungi bina dard ke? Aur waise bhi, yeh dimagh ko saaf karta hai, din ki shuruaat energy se hoti hai.
 Yeh sirf jism ke liye nahi, rooh ke liye bhi hai.”


Main sar hilaaya, unke lafzon ko samajhte hue. Woh hamesha sab cheezon ko qeemat aur ghar se jod deti thin,
 saadgi bhari baaton ko gehra bana deti thin. “Yeh baat sahi hai. Lekin gym kyun nahi join karti? Wahaan fancy 
machines hain – treadmill, weights. Behtar equipment, sahi? Tum aur mazboot ho sakti ho.”


Ammi stretch ke beech ruk gayin, hum bagiche pahunch gaye the, unhone haath kamar par rakhe aur woh jaan-ne
 wala nazar se dekha, aadha hans kar aadha serious. “Gym? Oh beta, socho zara. Woh jagahen mardon aur auraton
 se bhari hoti hain jo aazadi se milte julte hain. Yeh dheele sweatpants aur top bhi parda karti hain, lekin gair 
mardon ke saamne? Nazrein bhatakti hain, niyatein kharab hoti hain. 


Main apni izzat ya veil ko khatre mein nahi
 daal sakti. Nahi, ghar par exercise karna behtar hai – sukoon bhara, khalwat mein, koi distraction nahi. Humen 
hukm hai ki parda rakhen, aur yeh tareeqa behtareen hai.”
Unke lafz mujhe gehre chhue. Ek aise shehar mein jahaan har kone par fitna tha, ammi ne paak raasta chuna bina
 shikayat ke.


Mere seene mein fakhr ka jazba ubhra, unki mazbooti aur narmi ke milaap ki qadr karte hue, woh kabhi apne 
usoolon se samjhauta nahi karti thin. “Tum sahi ho, Ammi. Bilkul sahi. Mujhe tum par itna fakhr hai ki tum hamesha 
usoolon ko pehle rakhti ho. Har koi aisa nahi karta.”
Bagiche mein unhone squat exercises shuru kiye.





Woh mere taraf haath badhaya aur mere baalon ko pyar se sehlaaya, unka chhoona garam aur yaqeen dilane wala.
 “Shukriya, mere beta. Ab baatein band – jaao fresh ho jao jab tak main yeh khatam karti hoon. Nashta khud nahi
 banega!”


Exercise khatam karne ke baad, ammi bathroom gayin apna ghusl ke liye. Karib bees minute baad woh bahar niklin, 
tazgi bhari aur sukoon se, jild chamakti hui thande pani se.



Unhone apne rozana ghar ke kapde badal liye the: araamdeh dheeli blue jeans jo ek pur-parda lambi hari top ke
saath pahni hui thi jo kamar ke neeche tak pahunchti thi, aur ek chamkila peela dupatta sar aur kandhon par sharafat
 se odha hua tha, chehre ko narm frame deta hua. Saada libaas tha, lekin un par bilkul asaan aur izzatdaar lagta tha.
Ammi ne apni saaf safed muslin ja-,,., bichaayi hui thi. Woh subah ki nafil namaaz mein masroof thin, unka 
posture seedha aur sakoon bhara.




Jaise hi woh rakatein khatam karke peeche baithin, unhone haath oopar uthaye, hatheliyaan aasman ki taraf khuli hui.
 Honth dheeme se hil rahe the, aankhein band tasavvur mein.


Main jaanta tha, bina sune bhi, ki woh humare liye dua kar rahi thin – abbu ki dukaan par hifazat ke liye, meri padhai 
mein kaamyabi ke liye, hamare ghar ki sehat aur mazboot imaan ke liye. Yeh ek khamosh, gehra pal tha jo mujhe 
shukr se bhar deta tha; ammi ki duaen ek sipar ki tarah thin, humen har roz mehfooz rakhti thin.


Woh rasoi mein gayin aur nashta taiyaar karna shuru kiya. Ammi mujhe aur abbu ke liye nashta banati thin. Lekin
 abbu bazaar mein mehnat kar rahe hote the, to ammi khatam karne ke baad khud nashta le jaati thin ya mujhe
 bhejti thin.
Ammi ka nashta itna meetha hota tha, bilkul unki tarah.









Ghar mein us subah halki si gudgudi thi kyunki Eid-ul-Fitr sirf teen din door thi. Jo na jaane, unke liye bata doon,
 Eid-ul-Fitr roza khatm hone ka tehwaar hai, Ramzan ke khatam hone ki nishani – ek mahina gehre roohani
 anushasan ka, subah se shaam tak roza, zyada namaaz aur khairaat.


Hamare ghar mein Eid hamesha khushi ka sabab hoti thi. Gareebi ke dino mein bhi abbu naye kapde ke liye paise 
jama karte, ammi recipe perfect karne mein din guzaarti thin, aur main doston ke saath daudta tha, hawa mein 
excitement ki current daudti hui.


Us dopahar, jab ammi aur main Eid ke dawaton ke liye masaale aur saamaan sort kar rahe the, darwaze par halki 
si dastak hui.


Yeh Aunty Nafisa thi, hamari khush mizaj padosan. Nafisa late thirties mein shaadi shuda aurat thi, gol chehra,
 tez hansi, aur baat ko lively gossip banaane ki aadat. Unki shaadi ek shaant sarkari clerk se hui thi, aur unka ek
 beta Jabir tha jo meri umar ka aur mera sabse qareebi dost.


Nafisa aksar bina bataaye aa jaati thin, khusoosan tehwaar ki taiyaariyon mein, apni energy aur bazaar se laayi 
hui thaili ke saath.
“Assalamu alaikum, Shahida!” Nafisa ne pukara, andar aate hue garam jhappi ke saath, dupatta halka sa tedha
 hua chalne se.


“Wa alaikum assalam, Nafisa! Bilkul sahi waqt – aao baitho. Main Eid ka menu plan kar rahi hoon. Chai?”
“Bilkul! Tumhari chai ko kaise inkaar karun?” Nafisa diwan par baith gayin, haath se pankha karti hui. “Yeh garmi
 aur kuch hai, sahi? Lekin Eid aa rahi hai – sab achcha lagta hai.”


Ammi ne sar hilaya, garam chai cups mein daalti hui. “Haan, shukriya. Bachche itne excited hain. Tumhari kya?
 Kapde taiyaar?”


Nafisa ne chai pi, aankhein chamakti hui sharaarat se. “Kapde? Oh, iske baare mein...” Unhone apni kapde ki 
thaili se ek folded fabric nikala, pink wala, drama se kholte hue. Yeh chamkila pink dress tha – poori aasteen,
 fitted bodice aur hem jo sirf jaangh ke beech tak pahunchta.


“Ta-da! Kya khayaal hai? Eid ke liye, shayad?”
Ammi ki aankhein chaudi ho gayin, phir woh zor se hansi, muh dhak kar. “Nafisa! Yeh kya hai? Lagta hai 
Bollywood film se! Mazak kar rahi ho na? Yeh dress to theek se dhak bhi nahi paayega.”




Nafisa muskurayi, dress ko ammi ke saamne mazak se laga kar. “Chalo Shahida, try karo! Socho – Eid ki subah 
ismein. Hussain bhai ka muh khul jaayega! Tum phir se nayi dulhan lagogi.” Ammi ne sirf curiosity se pink dress 
jaldi pahen liya.


Ammi ne dost ke baazu par halke se maara, abhi bhi hans kar. “Bilkul nahi! Socho main ismein bahar nikloon? 
Pura mohalla maheene bhar baat karega. Nahi nahi – mazak alag, bilkul nahi pahenenge aisa. Yeh bilkul parda
 nahi hai.”


“Bilkul,” Nafisa maani, dress ko wapas mod kar lekin ek aur hansi ke saath. “Main sirf tease kar rahi thi. Lekin
 seriously, sharm ki baat hai un auraton par jo aise kapdon mein ghoomti hain – chhoti skirts, nange baazu, 
ghalat nazron ko dawat deti hui. Woh apni izzat, apne usool bhool jaati hain. Jaise khud musibat ko bula rahi hon.”


Ammi ne sar hilaya gehre andaz se. “Sahi keh rahi ho. Hamare zamaane mein humen dhakna aur hifazat sikhaya
 gaya tha. Yeh modern ladkiyaan... unhe hidayat mile. Lekin batao Nafisa, yeh kahaan se laayi? Local bazaar se
 to nahi na?”






Nafisa jhuk kar, awaaz dheemi kar ke jaise raaz bata rahi hon. “Online shopping, meri jaan! Meri bhatiji ne kisi 
website se order kiya, socha tha lamba hoga. Pahuncha to woh ghabra gayi aur mujhe dispose karne ko diya. 
Maine hasi ke liye rakh liya.”


Ammi ne bhoonh chadhaayi. “Online? Ismein hoshyar raho. Lekin agar rakhna hai to ghar mein hi pahenna –
 shayad apne shauhar ko surprise do ek shaam. Romance zinda rakho, lekin band darwazon ke peeche!”
Dono hansi mein doob gayin, woh hansi jo saalon ki dosti se aati hai, chai peete hue aur safe topics par jaati 
hui jaise Eid ke mehndi designs.


Tabhi front door zor se khula, aur Jabir aur main saans phoolaaye andar aaye, gali mein cricket khel kar.
Jabir aur main bachpan se juda na hone wale the – ek college, video games aur street food ka shauk. 


Woh lamba 
tha sharaarti muskurahat wala, hamesha adventure ke liye taiyaar. Main apni araamdeh hari shirt mein tha, 
thoda paseene se bhiga, jabki Jabir ki chamkila neela shirt unki energy se match karti thi.




“Assalamu alaikum, sab log!” maine zor se kaha, daant dikhaate hue.
“Wa alaikum assalam!” Ammi aur Nafisa ne ek saath jawab diya, ammi ka chehra humen dekh kar chamak utha.
Jabir apni maa ke paas baith gaya.


“Ammi, tum nahi manogi – is saal Eid epic hogi! Hum sab lads party plan kar rahe hain – subah cricket
 tournament, raat fireworks, aur rooftop dawat!”
Main beech mein kood pada, excitement ubalte hue. “Haan! Aur har chacha se Eidi collect karenge. Socho
 biryani, kebabs – non-stop maza!”


Ammi ne haath uthaya, muskurati lekin sakht. “Ruko zara, dono. Eid sirf parties ke liye nahi – shukr, ghar 
waqt, khairaat.
Tum maza kar sakte ho, lekin namaaz aur mehmanon ki madad na bhoolna.”


Nafisa ne sar hilaya, Jabir ke ghutne par thapki di. “Bilkul. Thande raho, lads. Pichhle saal tumne rooftop ko 
aag laga di thi fireworks se. Safe raho, theek? Maza karo lekin zimmedaari se.”
Hum thoda dheeme hue, lekin baatein jaari rahin. “Naye kapde kya?” maine poocha. “Abbu ne mujhe cream 
kurta wada kiya – masjid ke liye perfect.”


Jabir chamka. “Mera navy blue. Hum sharp lagenge! Aur games? Iftar ke baad PlayStation tournament – nahi 
ruko, Eid mein roza nahi!”


Ammi hansi. “Dekho? Already planning. Lekin haan, ghar pehle. Nafisa, yaad hai pichhla Eid jab bachchon ne
 talent show kiya? Jabir ke magic tricks mazedaar the.”
Nafisa hansi. “Oh haan! Aur tumhari gaayaki, Shahida – woh geet sabki aankhon mein aansu laaye. Is saal
 kuch aisa hi karenge.”


Hum aur baatein ki – pasandeeda Eid meethaiyon par (main gulab jamun ke taraf, Jabir jalebi), kaun se 
cousins aa rahe, bakron ke qeemat badhne par bhi. Yeh asaan, behti baatein thin jo ghar ko aur garam
 banati thin.
Lekin akhirkaar, ammi aur Nafisa gossip mode mein chali gayin. “Suna Mrs. Khan ki beti ke baare mein?”
 Nafisa dheeme se.


“Karachi ke ladke se mangni – woh paisewala hai, lekin afvaah hai ki zyada deendaar nahi.”
Ammi jhuk kar. “Sach? Aur mutton ke daam? Aasman chhoo rahe! Aur Mr. Ali ki job transfer – bechaare 
ghar, phir shift.”


Jabir aur maine annoyed nazrein milaayin. Unki “stupid gossiping,” jaise hum kehte the, kabhi khatam
 nahi hoti – padosiyon ki zindagi par be-maqsad baatein jo humse koi lena dena nahi. Hum pair hilate 
rahe tebul ke neeche.


Akhirkaar ammi ne notice kiya aur khadi hui. “Bas baithne ka. Lads, butchery jaao aur do kilo taaza chicken
 le aao. Raat ke liye curry banaani hai, aur Eid prep se main nahi ja sakti.”
Main mazak se karaha. “Aww, Ammi, abhi?”


Nafisa muskurayi. “Main yahaan madad karungi, Shahida. Chinta mat – ironing aur chopping saath karenge.”
Ammi ne aah bhari, peele dupatte se haath guzaarte hue. “Nafisa, bohot kaam hai – kapde press karne, 
saamaan sort, meethai bhigone. Lagta hai doob rahi hoon!”


Main khada hua aur unke kandhe par yaqeen dilane wala haath rakha. “Ammi, shaant. Sab theek hoga. Jabir
 aur main chicken jaldi le aayenge, wapas aakar aur madad karenge.”


Woh shukr se muskurayi, mujhe jaldi jhappi di. “Mera sochne wala beta. Theek, lekin suno – sirf Baba 
Rahman ki butchery se, purani masjid ke paas wali. Woh hamesha saaf halal kaat dete hain, koi gadbad nahi.
Us nayi jagah mat jaana gali ke neeche; unke source par bharosa nahi. Aur paper bag le jaana carry ke liye –
 plastic mein mat lapetwana.”


“Samajh gaya, Ammi – Baba Rahman, taaza chicken, paper bag. Hum jaldi wapas.”
Jaise hi Jabir aur main dopahar ki garam dhoop mein nikle, sadkein pre-Eid ki harkat se bhari – dukandaar
 rang birangi choodiyan bech rahe, bachche ek doosre ka peechha karte – baat hamare plans par aayi.
“Is Eid, kuch alag karte hain,” maine kaha. “Sirf cricket nahi, mohalle mein treasure hunt.”


Jabir excited se sar hilaya. “Haan! Ya movie marathon – action films raat bhar. Aur khana – kitchen se extra
 sheer khurma chura lenge.”
Main hans pada. “Deal. Oh, yeh le – paper bag sambhaal. Mere haath bhare hain... uh, kuch nahi se, lekin 
phir bhi.”
Usne liya, aankhein ghuma kar. “Theek. Hey, kal raat namaaz padhi?”


Main sar khujaya sharm se. “Nah... GTA khelte der ho gayi. Missions mein kho gaya, jaante ho? Overslept bhi.”
Jabir ne baazu par halka mukka maara. “Yaar, tum aur tumhare bahane! GTA cool hai, lekin namaaz pehle.
 Chalo, Eid naya shuru – wada karo koshish karoge?”


“Theek, theek. Naye shuru ki baat, dekho tumhare ghar ke bagal wala ghar – hamesha khaali. Agar hum 
moms ko convince kar len rent ke liye? Usse hamara hangout bana denge – video games, snacks, koi 
adult disturb nahi. Har tarah ki cheezein kar sakte hain, jaise fort banana ya secret parties.”


Jabir ki aankhein chamki pal bhar. “Genius idea! Socho – hamara apna space. Raat bhar jag sakte, andar 
cricket bhi khel sakte.”
“Lekin ruko,” usne chehra utaar kar. “Hamare parents afford nahi kar sakte. Is ilaqe mein rent ooncha hai,
 abbu ki dukaan basic cover karti hai. Tumhara ghar bhi – sapna hai, lekin haqiqat nahi.”


Main chehra tedha kiya. “Haan sahi. Lekin shayad Eidi jama kar len. Ruko, tum itne down kyun lag rahe ho?
 Ghar ke saath kuch hai?”


Jabir ruk gaya, phir bataaya. “Actually... Kal kisi ne rent kar liya. Ek rugged dikhta mard – bada aadmi, rough. 
Landlord se baat kar raha tha bahar.”
Main ruk gaya, gussa ubhra. “Kya? Kab? Kahaan exactly? Sab batao!”


“Dopahar der, Asr ke baad. Main chat par patang uda raha tha, unhe handshake karte dekha gate par. Aadmi 
ne cash diya, mota bundle. Ab move in kar raha hai.”


“Lekin akela rehta hai?” maine poocha, dimagh daudta hua. “Koi family nahi? Itne bade ghar ke liye ajeeb.”
“Haan, akela. Koi biwi bachche nahi dekhe. Sirf woh aur kuch bags.”


“Itna mehnga ghar akela kaise afford? Kam se kam 20,000 mahina. Uska kya deal? Job? Background?”
Jabir ne kandhe uchaake. “Pata nahi. Lekin hamesha toothpick muh mein, chabaata rehta jaise soch raha 
ho. Shady lagta hai.”


Hum chalte hue baatein karte rahe, topic khinchta gaya. “Woh secretive bhi hai,” Jabir jaari. “Landlord se 
zyada baat nahi, sirf sar hilaya aur paise diye. Kapde purane, jaise shakl ki parwah nahi. Aur chehra – gaal 
par daag, shayad? Lagta hai criminal, action movies wala – khatarnaak vibe, jaise kabhi bhi toot padega.”


“Whoa, dheeme,” maine kaha, reasonable banne ki koshish. “Hamare usool judge karne nahi dete. Shayad 
woh bad-qismat hai, ya mazdoor paise jama kar raha. Uski kahani nahi jaante. Humen sikhaya gaya hai 
doosron ke baare mein achcha sochna.”


Jabir ne sar hilaya zid se. “Chhod yaar. Jaise usne idhar udhar dekha, jaise dekhta hai koi dekh raha hai – 
suspicious. Aur hamare mohalle mein? Agar woh illegal mein ho? Drugs, chori? Humen careful rehna chahiye.
 Ammi din bhar akeli; agar trouble kiya to?”


Main aah bhari, uska point samajh kar lekin negativity par nahi rukna chahta. “Theek, hoshyar rehna sahi hai.
 Lekin jaldi conclusions mat kudo. Waise bhi, topic badlo – Eid plans? Aur ghar aur milega, sasta wala.”
Jabir gussa karta raha lekin akhir shaant. Jaise hi hum mude, woh ruk gaya, door bagal ke khaali ghar ki taraf 
dekhta – ab itna khaali nahi.


“Kyun aise ghoor rahe ho?” maine poocha, uski nazar follow kar.
“Dekho – woh hai,” Jabir dheeme se, ishaare se dikhaate hue.


Aadmi ghar ke bahar khada tha, deewar se takiya lagaaye. Faded jeans pahne hue jo kamar par neeche latki 
hui, saada neela polo shirt uske chaude mazboot jism par khinchi hui, aur cigarette pee raha tha, dhuaan 
dheere se hawa mein ghumta hua.


Uski jild kaali, ebony jaisi, chehra rugged – mazboot jabda, teekhi aankhein sadak scan karti hui. Toothpick 
muh ke kone se latka hua, jaise Jabir ne kaha tha.


“Dekha? Wohi hai,” Jabir dheeme se. “Hamara sapnon ka ghar le gaya. Kaun samajhta hai khud ko?”
Mujhe bhi gussa aaya – ghar jo humne sapne mein dekha, is ajnabi ko. “Haan irritating. Lekin kya kar sakte 
hain?”


Aadmi ne cigarette zameen par phenka, pair se bujhaaya, phir idhar udhar dekha – bayen, dayen, peeche bhi
 – jaise yaqeen kar raha ho koi nahi dekh raha. Mutmaeen hokar darwaza khola aur andar chala gaya, zor se
 band karte hue jo sadak par goonja.





Humne us waqt zyada na socha, sirf nazrein milaayin. “Logon ko unke kaam se kaam,” maine Jabir se kaha. 
“Hamara masla nahi.”
Lekin Jabir sach mein gusse mein tha, mutthiyaan bandhi hui. “Tumhare liye asaan kehna. Woh mere ghar ke 
bilkul bagal! Agar trouble ho to? Hum us jagah le sakte the!”


“Relax yaar,” maine jawab diya. “Aur options hain – tumhare ghar ya mere mein khel sakte hain. Rooftop 
hamesha free games ke liye. Poore ghar ki zaroorat nahi.”
Woh gussa karta raha lekin akhir thanda. Phir bhi, chalte hue main khud se poochne laga ki Jabir is shakhs par
 itna pareshan kyun hai.


Ab yeh baat mujhe andar se kured rahi thi. Hum butchery ki taraf badhe, lekin mera dimagh us ajnabi par atak 
gaya. Kaun tha woh? Kyun akela itne bade ghar mein? Aur woh nazrein idhar udhar – jaise kuch chhupa raha 
ho. Shayad Jabir sahi keh raha tha, humen hoshyar rehna chahiye. Lekin phir yaad aaya ammi ka sabaq – 
doosron ke baare mein achcha socho, judge mat karo. Yeh conflict mujhe pareshan kar raha tha.


Raste mein humne baatein badal li, Eid ke maze par. “Yaar, is baar Eidi se nayi game khareedenge,” maine 
kaha, mood halka karne ki koshish. “GTA ka naya version, multiplayer mein hum dono team banaayenge.”
Jabir hans pada, gussa dheela. “Haan, aur rooftop par tournament. Sab dost aayenge, raat bhar maza.”


Butchery pahunch kar humne chicken liya, ammi ki hidaayat ke mutabiq. Wapas jaate hue, maine Jabir se 
poocha, “Us aadmi ke baare mein zyada mat soch. Shayad woh normal hai, bas naye mohalle mein adjust
 kar raha.”


Usne sar hilaya lekin mutmaeen nahi lagta tha. “Shayad. Lekin agar kuch ghalat hua to, main bataunga.”
Ghar pahunch kar, ammi aur Nafisa abhi bhi baatein kar rahi thin, ab sweets ki recipes par. Humne chicken
 diya, aur ammi ne shabashi di. “Achche lads, jaldi aa gaye. Ab madad karo – vegetables chop karo Eid ke
 liye.”


Humne haan kaha, aur kaam shuru kiya. Lekin mera dimagh us naye padosi par tha. Shayad yeh sirf
 shuruaat thi kuch nayi kahani ki.
Dopahar guzri, aur shaam hone lagi. Abbu dukaan se wapas aaye, thake hue lekin muskurate. “Kya haal hai 
ghar ke?” unhone poocha, ammi ko gale lagate hue.


Ammi ne chai di, aur baatein shuru – Eid plans, bazaar ki khabrein. Main aur Jabir bahar gaye, gali mein 
baith kar baatein ki. “Dekh, woh ghar ki light on hai,” Jabir ne dheeme se kaha.
Main ne dekha, andar halki roshni. “Chhod na. Hum apne maze karenge.”


Lekin andar se, curiosity badh rahi thi. Kyun woh itna mysterious tha? Aur hamari zindagi mein yeh nayi entry
 ka kya matlab?
Raat ke khane par, ammi ne curry banaya, garam garam roti ke saath. “Beta, batao din kaisa guzra?” 
ammi ne poocha.


Maine sab bataaya, lekin naye padosi ka zikr nahi kiya. Abbu ne kaha, “Hamesha hoshyar raho, lekin doosron 
ki madad karo. Yeh hamare usool hain.”
Us raat, bistar par let kar, main sochta raha. Zindagi mein chhoti cheezein kaise badi ho jaati hain. Eid aa rahi 
thi, khushi ka waqt, lekin yeh nayi cheez – shayad kuch badal degi.


Subah phir se, ammi ki exercise routine, namaaz, nashta. Routine mein sukoon tha, lekin ab ek naya suwaal. 
Jabir se mil kar, humne decide kiya observe karenge, bina judge kiye.


Din guzarte gaye, Eid qareeb aati gayi. Humne decorations ki, lights lagayi, sweets banaye. Ammi aur Nafisa 
ne mil kar kapde press kiye, henna lagayi.


Ek din, bazaar jaate hue, humne us aadmi ko dekha – cigarette peeta hua, idhar udhar dekhta. Jabir ne kaha,
 “Dekh, phir wahi.”
Main ne ignore kiya, lekin andar se pareshan. Kyun woh hamesha alert? Shayad woh security officer se bhag raha ho, 
ya kuch aur.


Lekin ammi ke sabaq yaad aaye – sabr rakho, ,.' par bharosa.
Eid ki raat, chand dekha, khushi se bhara. Subah, naye kapde pahne, masjid gaye. Abbu ne dua ki, ammi ne 
shukr ada kiya.



Dawat mein, sab mile, hansi maza. Lekin Jabir ne dheeme se kaha, “Woh aadmi nahi aaya dawat mein. Ajeeb.”
Main hans pada, “Chhod, enjoy kar.”
Lekin kahani yahin khatam nahi thi. Yeh sirf shuruaat thi.

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