Yeh ek garam dopahar thi hamare chhote se ghar mein, jab sab kuch achanak taakat se bhara hua ho gaya. Meri ammi, Lubna, rasoi mein thi, jaise hamesha unka veil sahi se lapeta hua tha, tezi se counter ke beech ghum rahi thi. Woh bahut paramparik _ ammi thi – hamesha vinamra, dheere se baat karne wali, aur bahut pyari. Zindagi kitni bhi vyast ho, woh bina karan awaaz kabhi nahi uthati thi, aur unka dil hamare parivaar aur hamare imaan se bhara hua tha. Main unhe is komal shakti ke liye bahut pyar karta tha jo woh har din sambhale rakhti thi, humein sabr, shukr, aur sadharan jeevan jeene ki sundarta sikhati thi apne deen ke anusar.
“Bete, jaldi kar!” ammi ne rasoi se awaaz lagayi, unki awaaz mein woh purani jaldi aur garmahat thi. “Rishtedar aa rahe hain jaldi – teri khala aur khalu bachchon ke saath. Woh yahan ek-do ghante mein pahunch jayenge, insha,.'. Sabjiyon ke liye kaafi cheezein nahi hain. Abhi bazaar ja, bheed hone se pehle.”
Main abhi bhi khirki ke paas let raha tha, uthne ke liye taiyar nahi. “Ammi, main thodi der mein chala jaunga—”
“Nahi, nahi, thodi der mein nahi!” unhone baat kaat di, haathon ko aapron pe pochte hue baithak mein aa gayi. “Woh itne dinon baad milne aa rahe hain. Sab taiyar hona chahiye. Tere abbu andar mehnat kar rahe hain. Abhi ja, kripya. Jo suchi maine likhi hai woh le ja – tamatar, pyaz, aloo, palak, aur kuch taaza dhaniya. Aur hari mirch mat bhoolna!”
Doosre kamre se main abbu, Mounir, ko dheere se gaate hue sun raha tha jab woh balb theek kar rahe the. Woh bahut mehnati aadmi the jo din bhar dhoop mein rickshaw chala kar hamara guzara karte the. Phir bhi woh itne vinamra the, kabhi shikayat nahi karte, hamesha ,.' ka shukr karte the jo bhi rozi aati thi. Ab bhi, sadak pe lambi din ke baad, woh ghar ko mehmanon ke liye achha bana rahe the, purane balb badal rahe the taaki sab kamre chamak uthen jab sab aayenge.
“Ammi, kya yeh dus minute ruk sakta hai? Main bas—”
“Dus minute? Bete, samay rukta nahi hai!” ammi jaldi se paas aayi, pyar se lekin mazbooti se mere kandhe ko darwaze ki taraf dhakelti hui. “Teri khala ko tikha khana pasand hai, aur hamare paas kuch taaza nahi bacha. Main unhe kya parosungi? Ja, ja, ja! Bazaar sirf pandrah minute door hai agar tu tezi se chale. Aur seedha wapas aa jaana – raste mein doston se baat mat karna, samjhe? Unke aane se pehle hum sab milkar asr ki ,,., padhenge.”
Main ek baar aur rokne ki koshish ki, muskurate hue. “Lekin ammi, har baar jab rishtedar aate hain tum yahi kehti ho…”
“Kyuki har baar yeh sach hota hai!” unhone jawab diya, unki aankhein us khel bhare lekin gambhir tareeke se fail gayi jo sirf woh kar sakti thi. Unhone khali thaila uthaya aur practically mere haathon mein thama diya. “,.' ne humein haath aur pair diye hain kaam karne ke liye, baithne ke liye nahi. Tere abbu lights theek kar rahe hain taaki ghar achha lage, aur tu yahan der laga raha hai. Ab ja, warna mujhe tujhe do baar bhejna padega!”
Main dheere se hasa, abhi bhi utni tezi se nahi hil raha jitna unhe pasand tha. Unhone halke se taali bajayi. “Y,.', bete! Jaldi kar! Dhoop abhi upar hai, lekin der tak nahi rahegi, aur shaam mein sabjiyan jaldi khatam ho jati hain.”
“Theek hai, theek hai, ammi!” maine akhirkaar kaha, hasste hue thaila lete hue.
Woh ek pal ke liye ruk gayi, phir aankhein chhoti karke muskurayi. “Kya kaha tune? Kab se tu apni ammi se aise baat karne laga?”
Main rok nahi paya ek chhota sa mazak karne se. Muskurate hue maine chheda, “Jab se tum rasoi mein senapati ki tarah awaaz karne lagi ho, ammi! Agli baar mujhe bazaar tak jhanda leke kadam talne ko kahogi, jaise tamataron ki ladai ho!”
Ammi ka muh natak bhare aascharya mein khul gaya, unka pyara chehra hasi aur thodi khel bhari daant se chamak utha. “Arre, tu shaitan bachcha! Apni bechari budhi ammi ka mazaak uda raha hai? Ruk, jab tak main tujhe pakadti hoon!”
Main kuch karne se pehle, unhone chhota sa rasoi ka kapda pakda aur baithak ke charon taraf halke se mujhe peeche pad gayi, hasne ki koshish rokti hui. “Aa yahan! Main tujhe senapati dikhati hoon!”
Main zor se has pada aur darwaze ki taraf bhaga, unke komal prayason se bachata hua. “Ammi, nahi! Main ja raha hoon, main ja raha hoon!”
Abbu doosre kamre se jhaanke, sir hilate hue muskurate hue lekin kuch nahi bola – woh hamare chhote parivaar ke khelon ko bahut achhe se jaante the.
Main ghar se bahar bhaga, abhi bhi has raha tha, thaila haath mein jhoolta hua jab main sankari gali se bazaar ki taraf badha. Ammi darwaze pe khadi rahi, usi pyari jaldi se mere peeche awaaz lagati hui, “Theek se chal! Aur dhaniya mat bhoolna! Aur jaldi wapas aa jaana, bete – assalamualaikum!”
“Walaikumassalam, ammi!” maine kandhe ke upar se chillaya, mera dil halka aur bhara hua mehsoos ho raha tha. Unki jaldi mein bhi unki daya chamak rahi thi. Main apni ammi Lubna aur abbu Mounir se shabdon se zyada pyar karta tha – unki vinamra, mehnati zindagi jo imaan pe adharit thi, woh sabse badi nemat thi jo ,.' ne hamare parivaar ko di thi.
Jaise main bazaar ki taraf ja raha tha, shaam ki azaan jaldi hi goonjegi, hum sab ko yaad dilayegi ki asal mein kya mahatv rakhta hai. Lekin abhi ke liye, sabjiyan – aur woh hasi – intezaar kar rahi thi.
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“Bete, jaldi kar!” ammi ne rasoi se awaaz lagayi, unki awaaz mein woh purani jaldi aur garmahat thi. “Rishtedar aa rahe hain jaldi – teri khala aur khalu bachchon ke saath. Woh yahan ek-do ghante mein pahunch jayenge, insha,.'. Sabjiyon ke liye kaafi cheezein nahi hain. Abhi bazaar ja, bheed hone se pehle.”
Main abhi bhi khirki ke paas let raha tha, uthne ke liye taiyar nahi. “Ammi, main thodi der mein chala jaunga—”
“Nahi, nahi, thodi der mein nahi!” unhone baat kaat di, haathon ko aapron pe pochte hue baithak mein aa gayi. “Woh itne dinon baad milne aa rahe hain. Sab taiyar hona chahiye. Tere abbu andar mehnat kar rahe hain. Abhi ja, kripya. Jo suchi maine likhi hai woh le ja – tamatar, pyaz, aloo, palak, aur kuch taaza dhaniya. Aur hari mirch mat bhoolna!”
Doosre kamre se main abbu, Mounir, ko dheere se gaate hue sun raha tha jab woh balb theek kar rahe the. Woh bahut mehnati aadmi the jo din bhar dhoop mein rickshaw chala kar hamara guzara karte the. Phir bhi woh itne vinamra the, kabhi shikayat nahi karte, hamesha ,.' ka shukr karte the jo bhi rozi aati thi. Ab bhi, sadak pe lambi din ke baad, woh ghar ko mehmanon ke liye achha bana rahe the, purane balb badal rahe the taaki sab kamre chamak uthen jab sab aayenge.
“Ammi, kya yeh dus minute ruk sakta hai? Main bas—”
“Dus minute? Bete, samay rukta nahi hai!” ammi jaldi se paas aayi, pyar se lekin mazbooti se mere kandhe ko darwaze ki taraf dhakelti hui. “Teri khala ko tikha khana pasand hai, aur hamare paas kuch taaza nahi bacha. Main unhe kya parosungi? Ja, ja, ja! Bazaar sirf pandrah minute door hai agar tu tezi se chale. Aur seedha wapas aa jaana – raste mein doston se baat mat karna, samjhe? Unke aane se pehle hum sab milkar asr ki ,,., padhenge.”
Main ek baar aur rokne ki koshish ki, muskurate hue. “Lekin ammi, har baar jab rishtedar aate hain tum yahi kehti ho…”
“Kyuki har baar yeh sach hota hai!” unhone jawab diya, unki aankhein us khel bhare lekin gambhir tareeke se fail gayi jo sirf woh kar sakti thi. Unhone khali thaila uthaya aur practically mere haathon mein thama diya. “,.' ne humein haath aur pair diye hain kaam karne ke liye, baithne ke liye nahi. Tere abbu lights theek kar rahe hain taaki ghar achha lage, aur tu yahan der laga raha hai. Ab ja, warna mujhe tujhe do baar bhejna padega!”
Main dheere se hasa, abhi bhi utni tezi se nahi hil raha jitna unhe pasand tha. Unhone halke se taali bajayi. “Y,.', bete! Jaldi kar! Dhoop abhi upar hai, lekin der tak nahi rahegi, aur shaam mein sabjiyan jaldi khatam ho jati hain.”
“Theek hai, theek hai, ammi!” maine akhirkaar kaha, hasste hue thaila lete hue.
Woh ek pal ke liye ruk gayi, phir aankhein chhoti karke muskurayi. “Kya kaha tune? Kab se tu apni ammi se aise baat karne laga?”
Main rok nahi paya ek chhota sa mazak karne se. Muskurate hue maine chheda, “Jab se tum rasoi mein senapati ki tarah awaaz karne lagi ho, ammi! Agli baar mujhe bazaar tak jhanda leke kadam talne ko kahogi, jaise tamataron ki ladai ho!”
Ammi ka muh natak bhare aascharya mein khul gaya, unka pyara chehra hasi aur thodi khel bhari daant se chamak utha. “Arre, tu shaitan bachcha! Apni bechari budhi ammi ka mazaak uda raha hai? Ruk, jab tak main tujhe pakadti hoon!”
Main kuch karne se pehle, unhone chhota sa rasoi ka kapda pakda aur baithak ke charon taraf halke se mujhe peeche pad gayi, hasne ki koshish rokti hui. “Aa yahan! Main tujhe senapati dikhati hoon!”
Main zor se has pada aur darwaze ki taraf bhaga, unke komal prayason se bachata hua. “Ammi, nahi! Main ja raha hoon, main ja raha hoon!”
Abbu doosre kamre se jhaanke, sir hilate hue muskurate hue lekin kuch nahi bola – woh hamare chhote parivaar ke khelon ko bahut achhe se jaante the.
Main ghar se bahar bhaga, abhi bhi has raha tha, thaila haath mein jhoolta hua jab main sankari gali se bazaar ki taraf badha. Ammi darwaze pe khadi rahi, usi pyari jaldi se mere peeche awaaz lagati hui, “Theek se chal! Aur dhaniya mat bhoolna! Aur jaldi wapas aa jaana, bete – assalamualaikum!”
“Walaikumassalam, ammi!” maine kandhe ke upar se chillaya, mera dil halka aur bhara hua mehsoos ho raha tha. Unki jaldi mein bhi unki daya chamak rahi thi. Main apni ammi Lubna aur abbu Mounir se shabdon se zyada pyar karta tha – unki vinamra, mehnati zindagi jo imaan pe adharit thi, woh sabse badi nemat thi jo ,.' ne hamare parivaar ko di thi.
Jaise main bazaar ki taraf ja raha tha, shaam ki azaan jaldi hi goonjegi, hum sab ko yaad dilayegi ki asal mein kya mahatv rakhta hai. Lekin abhi ke liye, sabjiyan – aur woh hasi – intezaar kar rahi thi.
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