Yeh kahani hai us insaan ki jo pehli baar pardes mein aya hai, aur uska naam hai... Kaleemullah.
Ghar ki dehleez par rukhsati ka woh lamha ata hai, toh waqt jaise tham jata hai. Saansein seene mein atkane lagti hain aur dil ki dhadkanein itni tez ho jati hain ke mehsoos hota hai jaise abhi bahar nikal ayein. Kaleemullah jab apne watan se pardes ke liye rawanah hue, toh woh manzar kisi qayamat se kam nahi tha. Is rukhsati ke hajoom mein koi ek shakhs nahi ro raha tha, balkay poora gharana aansuon ke itne bare samandar mein dooba hua tha jiska koi kinara na tha. Ghar se bahار nikalte waqt budhe maa baap ke larzte aur kanpte hue haath uthe, jinhon ne duaaon bhara haath bete ke sar par rakha toh unki jhadiyan zada ankhon se nikalne wale aansu thamne ka naam hi nahi le rahe the. Maa ki siskiyan gale mein is tarah phansi hui thin ke awaz hi band ho chuki thi, aur walid ki peshani par baithe bete ki judai ka woh gehra gham saaf ayaan tha jise alfaz ki qaid mein laya hi nahi ja sakta. Behan bhaiyon ke chehre gham ke mare bilkul zard par chuke the, aur jab bhaiyon ne gale se lagaya toh dil ke tamam taar andar tak hil kar reh gaye. Apno se bichhadne ka yeh jaan leva rog insaan ko andar se bilkul khokhla kar deta hai aur rooh ko hamesha ke liye udas kar jata hai.
Magar is bichhade hue aur ujde hue mahol ka sabse zyada dil cheer dene wala aur manak hissa woh tha jab Kaleemullah ki shareeq-e-hayat aur unke masoom bachay phoot phoot kar ro rahe the. Ghar mein sabse bari beti, phir unka pyara beta, aur uske baad sabse choti beti—teeno masoom bachay apne baap ke seene se lipat kar is tarah zar-o-qataar ro rahe the ki patthar dil bhi mom ho kar pighal jaye. Bachon ki woh dardnak hichkiyan aur unki masoom faryadein Kaleemullah ke seene mein kisi tez dhaar khanjar ki tarah pewast ho rahi thin. Biwi ki ankhon se musalsal bahte hue aansu aur bebas siskiyan is poore mahol ko aur bhi zyada ghamgeen aur bojhal bana rahi thin. Woh chaah kar bhi apne khud ke zabt ko qaim nahi rakh pa rahe the aur unki ankhon se bhi aansu jari ho gaye, kyunki apno ko chhod kar jane ka yeh holnak karb sirf wahi badqismat insaan jaan sakta hai jo is aag aur kare imtahan se guzarta hai. Is lamhe aisa mehsoos hota hai jaise insaan ki zindagi ka sara sukon aur roshni kahin hamesha ke liye chhen gayi ho.
Magar pait ki aag, zindagi ki talkh aur beharams sachaiyan, ghar ki bari zimmedariyon ka bhari pahad aur un masoom bachon ke roshan aur mehfooz mustaqbil ki khatir ek insaan ko apno se hazaron meel door yeh kathin, tanha aur kanton se bhara hua rasta chunna hi padta hai. Yeh majboori insaan ko duniya ke har gham aur takleef ko khamoshi se pee jane par majboor kar deti hai.
Aaj Kaleemullah Saudi Arabia ki is ajnabi aur berehrooh zameen par qadam rakh chuke hain, lekin yahan pardes ki talkh haqeeqat is bichhade hue ghar ke manzar se bhi kayi guna zyada takleef deh aur beharam hai. Abhi na toh unka kamra poori tarah se jam paya hai, na saman ki tarteeb hui hai aur na hi woh baqaida kisi duty par shift hue hain. Charon taraf ajnabi deewarein, kamre mein be-tarteeb bikhra hua saman aur mustaqbil ke hawale se ek gehri aur khofnak khamoshi chhayi hui hai. Is bepanah tanhai aur bebasi ke alam mein jab woh akele khamosh baithte hain, toh unke kanon mein baar baar budhe maa baap ki woh larzti hui duayein, behan bhaiyon ki mohabbat bhari baatein aur unke masoom bachon ki woh roti hui siskiyan goonjne lagti hain. Dil baar baar cheekh kar yeh kehta hai ke sab kuch is adhoori halat mein chhod kar wapas apne ghar ki taraf palat jayen, magar peeche... zimmedariyon ki mazboot aur lohe ki zanjeerein itni bhari hoti hain ke kadmon ko aage badhane par majboor kar deti hain aur wapsi ka har rasta hamesha ke liye band kar deti hai.
Pardes ki yeh roti hui shuruaat, yeh be-arami, yeh be-ghari aur yeh kathin din sirf Kaleemullah ki hi zaati kahani nahi hai, balkay yeh duniya ke har us musafir aur pardesi ki sachi aur rooh farsa kahani hai jo apne ghar walon aur apno ke chehre par sirf ek choti si muskurahat lane ke liye khud andar se mukammal taur par toot jata hai. Yeh kahani hamein baar baar yeh yaad dilati hai ke pardesi sirf ek aam musafir ya rahi nahi hota, balkay apno ki khatir apni tamam jawani, khushiyan aur arman qurban karne wala ek aisa khamosh sipahi hota hai jo rozana tanhai ke tareek andheron mein sekadron janghein akela ladta hai aur kisi ko kanon kaan khabar bhi nahi hone deta.
Aap ki duaaon ka talabgaar: Sagar Pardesi
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