Chapter 1 – Aik Duniya, Do Raaste
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Sheher ka Nazara
Sham dhalti ja rahi thi. Sheher ki roshniyan jal uthi thi aur har taraf ek ajeeb sa shor tha—horns, bikes ka dhuaan, aur jawaan chehron ki daud. Iss shor sharabe ke beech ek chehra chamak raha tha—Ayan Mirza.
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Ayan – Sheher ka Playboy
Leather jacket, branded shoes aur aankhon mein wo ghamand jo sirf aise larkon mein hota hai jo samajhte hain ke duniya unke pairon ke neeche hai. Café ki ek corner wali table pe Ayan apne doston—Rehan, Saad aur Danish ke saath baitha tha. Table pe cold drinks, fries aur loud laughter ka darya chal raha tha. Rehan (hans kar): "Bhai, kal wali party ka scene zabardast tha! Mahira toh bas tujhe hi dekh rahi thi." Ayan (smirk karte hue): "Usne sirf dekha nahi, number bhi diya. Aur sun… aaj raat us lounge ka scene fix hai." Danish (excited): "Lekin bhai, kal paper hai!" Ayan (coke sip karte hue, cheekh kar hans ke): "Paper toh roz hote hain… party roz nahi hoti." Sab hansne lage. Ayan ki zindagi ka nasha tha bas: ladkiyan, parties aur attitude.
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Lounge ki Raat
Blue lights chamak rahi thi, bass ke vibration se deewar hiltay mehsoos hote the. Ayan VIP table pe baithe hue apni crowd ko lead kar raha tha. Mahira black dress mein uske paas aayi, aankhon mein chamak aur muskaan ke saath. Mahira: "Ayan, tum dance floor pe nahi aaoge?" Ayan (ego ke saath): "Main bheed ka hissa nahi banta. Main woh karta hoon jo sab nahi karte." Uske dost taaliyan bajane lage. Woh pal Ayan ke liye ek jeet tha—ek aur raat, ek aur trophy.
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🌙 Ammi ki Duaayein
Ussi waqt, sheher ke ek purane kothi ke chhote se kamre mein Shahida Begum (Ammi) sajde mein thi. Uske aansu Qur'an ki khuli hui ayat par gir rahe the. Ammi (dua karte hue): "Ya Allah… mere Ayan ko hidayat de. Uske dil ke andheron ko roshni bana de. Main maa hoon, meri dua ko rad mat karna." Kamra khamosh tha. Sirf tasbeeh ki halki si aawaaz aur dil se nikli hui aahen.
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Subah ka Waqiya
Subah ke 3 baje Ayan ghar laut ke aya. Shoes door pheke, jacket sofa pe dala aur directly fridge khol liya. Ammi (drawing room se): "Ayan, tum phir itni raat ko aaye? Beta, tumhari sehat… tumhari zindagi ka kya banega?" Ayan (sarcasm ke saath): "Ammi, please… mujhe lecture mat do. Zindagi enjoy karne ke liye hoti hai, masjid mein qaid hone ke liye nahi." Ammi (aankh bhar aayi, dard se): "Beta, tum masjid ko qaid kahte ho? Wahan Allah ka ghar hai, rehmat ka saya hai. Tum apne Rabb se door bhaag rahe ho, lekin ek din tumhare qadam wahan ruk hi jayenge." Ayan chup raha. Fridge se bottle uthai aur apne kamre ki taraf chala gaya. Uski peeth Ammi ke liye ek deewar ban gayi thi. Ammi (dil toot kar, khud se): "Mere Allah… kab meri dua qubool hogi?"
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🕌 Fatima ka Ghar –
Ek Aur Duniya Doosri taraf sheher ke ek kone mein ek chhota, pur-sukoon ghar tha. Deewar pe Qur'an ki ayat ki calligraphy latak rahi thi: "Hasbunallahu wa ni'mal wakeel." Fatima Shaikh, ek saadgi aur noor se bhari larki, apne chhote bhai Arham ko Qur'an padhana sikha rahi thi. Fatima (narmi se): "Arham, beta 'Alif Laam Meem' dheere aur dhyaan se padhna." Arham (muskura kar): "Api, mujhe maths zyada pasand hai. Yeh Arabic mushkil lagti hai." Fatima (muskaan ke saath): "Bas pehli dafa mushkil lagta hai. Jab Allah ka kalaam dil mein utar jata hai na… toh har mushkil aasan ho jaati hai." Kitchen mein Rukhsana Begum (Fatima ki Ammi) rotiyan bana rahi thi. Unke ghar mein chand cheezain thi, lekin barqat aur sakoon us jagah ko jannat bana rahe the.
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Shaam ka Tanaaz'a
Shaam ko Ayan phir ghar aaya. Phone par kisi ladki se casual flirting kar raha tha. Shahida Begum ne door se suna. Uska dil chhil gaya. Ammi (aankh bhar aayi, cheekh kar): "Ayan! Tumhari zindagi bas in ladkiyon aur friends mein hi reh gayi hai? Tum namaz kab ada karte ho? Tum Qur'an kab kholte ho?" Ayan (ghusse mein, chidh kar): "Ammi! Yeh meri age hai jeene ki. Namaz aur Qur'an baad mein kar lunga." Ammi (dil toot kar, ro kar): "Baad kab, beta? Kya tumhe guarantee hai ke tum kal subah zinda uthoge?" Room mein khamoshi chhagai. Ek pal ke liye Ayan ke dil mein darr aaya, par usne ignore kar diya. Ayan (zid ke saath dheere se): "Ammi, mujhe apne tareeqe se jeene do." Woh chala gaya. Ammi kursi pe gir gayi, aansu behte rahe.
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✨ Chapter 1 End
Do zindagiyan, do raaste. Ek taraf Ayan — ego, glamour aur duniya ka shor. Dusri taraf Fatima — noor, ibadat aur sakoon. Aur in dono ki kismatein ab takraane wali thi…