chapter 27

"Tum kya bakwaas kar rahe ho?" Gussa usme se upar uth raha tha jaise ek lehar. "Tumhe pata hai tum kya keh rahe ho, Baba. Tum acche se jaante ho," usne kaha."Tum bilkul pagal ho gayi ho!" usne cheekha.Imama ne chup chap apna sir hila diya; usse uske dimaag ka halat pata tha"Kya matlab hai tumhara? Humne tumhe is duniya mein kyun laaya...ke tumhe... tum..." Usne alfaz dhoondne ki koshish ki."Tumhare sochne ka matlab yeh nahi hai, Baba," usne kaha."Yahi to hai... kya tum mujhe bewakoof samajhti ho?" Hashim Mubeen munh se jhaag nikal raha tha."Tum kisi bhi shakhs se meri shaadi karwa do. Main koi shikayat nahi karoongi bas woh tumhare mazhab ka na ho. Kam se kam, phir tum keh nahi sakte ke maine yeh sab kisi khaas shakhs ke liye kiya hai," usne kaha.Uske walid ka gussa had se zyada tha: sirf ek chhoti si ladki aur usse batate hue ke woh kya karna chahiye. Usse kya pata tha?"Main bohot kuch jaanti hoon, Baba. Main bees saal ki hoon; mujhe tumhari rahnumai ki zaroorat nahi hai. Mujhe pata hai ke tumhara mazhab humare parivaar ko bohot fayda pohanchaya hai," usne himmat se aur sambhalkar awaaz mein kaha."Tumhare gunahon ke liye tumhe maaf nahi kiya jayega!" usne usse daant diyaImama ko usse afsos aaya-woh jahan khada tha, woh dozakh mein khada tha aur usse uski daraun dhamkiyan de raha tha. Usse us aadmi par afsos aaya jiska aankhon par patti bandhi huyi thi, jiska dil bandh gaya tha. Usse us aadmi par afsos aaya jiska rooh ko pees diya gaya tha, jo gumrahi aur galatfahmiyon ke sabse oonche darje par khada tha."Tu gumraah ho gayi hai... kuch kitabon ko padh kar..." Hashim Mubeen kehna shuru kiya, lekin Imama ne uski baat kat di"Tum mujhse is masle par bahas nahi kar sakte. Mujhe sab pata hai-maine research kiya hai aur sab verify kiya hai. Tum mujhe kya bata sakte ho ya samjha sakte ho? Tum apna rasta chunte ho aur main apna. Tum jo sahi samajhte ho woh karte ho aur main jo sahi samajhti hoon woh karti hoon. Tumhara mazhab tumhara apna mamla hai aur mera mazhab mera apna. Kya yeh behtar nahi hai ke tum meri faisla ko ek jaan-boojh kar kiya gaya amal samjho, balki ek jazbaati qadam?" Imama ne shaan aur wazehgi se kaha, lekin uska tawazun uske walid ko aur bhi gussa dilaya."Tumhe apne mazhab badalne ki ijazat dena... kya tumhe pata hai iska asar kya hoga? Samajhdaar log mujhe boykott karenge aur main khaali haath ho jaunga. Hum sadak par aa jayenge. Nahi, Imama, yeh mumkin nahi hai! Tumhari dimaag kharaab ho gayi hai lekin mera nahi kharaab hua hai. Tum jo mazhab chaho usko apnao, lekin tum Asjad se shaadi karogi aur unke parivaar ka hissa banogi. Is ghar se chali jao aur unke saath raho-shayad phir tumhe apni zindagi ka raasta pata chal jaye," Hashim Mubeen kamre se bahar chale gaye..Jaise hi unka raasta khali hua, Salma ne Imama par gussa nikaal diya. "Agar mujhe pata hota ke tum hamare sar par itna bada kalank laogi, to shayad tumhe paida hone se pehle hi mar dalti. Tumhe lagta hai ke tumhe hum sab ke saamne sharminda karne ka jazba hai."Imama ne usse khamosh dekha.Salma ne apni shikayaten jaari rakhi, phir chale gayi. Lagbhag ek ghante baad Salma ke jaane ke baad darwaze par kisi ne darwaza khatkhataya-woh Asjad the. Imama ne unhe yahan dekhne ki umeed nahi ki thi. Unke chehre par chinta likhi thi. Hashim Mubeen ne unhe bulaaya tha aur sab kuch unhe bataya tha."Kya ho raha hai, Imama? Tum aisa kyun kar rahi ho?" unhone andar aate hue puchha."Asjad, agar tumhe bataya gaya hai ke maine kya kiya hai, to shayad tumhe bhi pata hoga ke maine kyun kiya hai," usne kaha."Tumhe pata nahi hai tumne kya kiya hai," usne kaha, ek kursi khich kar baith gaye."Main apne amal se waqif hoon," Imama ne unki baat kat di."Tumhe kya matlab hai jazbaati hokar aisi faisley le lena?..""Mujhe mere amal ki poori jankari hai. Main chaar saalon se Islam ki tajziyaat kar rahi hoon, aur yeh koi chhoti moti cheez nahi hai," usne kaha."Tumhe shayad kisi ke khyalaat mein fasaya gaya hoga. Tumne..."Nahi, mujhe kisi se influence nahi hua. Main bas woh chhod diya jo galat samajhti thi aur woh liya jo sahi tha, bas itna hi," Asjad ke paas koi argument nahi tha. Usne apna sir hila diya aur kaha, "Theek hai-tumhara mazhab tumhara apna mamla hai, lekin tum hamari shaadi ke khilaaf kyun ho? Shaadi hone do.""Ham dono ki shaadi nahi ho sakti. Yeh sahi nahi hoga," Asjad hairan ho gaye,"Kyun? Kya main Musalman nahi hoon?" Jab Imama ne haan mein jawab diya, to Asjad ne zor se kaha, "Chacha sahi keh rahe the- tumhe brainwash kiya gaya hai!" Continue ✍️ ✍️ ✍️