Aayan ki bimaari ki sachchai jaanne ke baad Ania bilkul toot gayi thi.
Usse yakeen hi nahi ho raha tha ki jis insaan ne uski zindagi mein phir se muskurahat lautayi...
Aaj wahi maut se lad raha hai.
Us raat Ania ne bilkul neend nahi ki.
Woh tahajjud ke waqt uthkar sajde mein gir gayi.
Uski aankhon se aansu ruk hi nahi rahe the.
Ania: "Ya Allah... meri zindagi mein jitne bhi dard likhne the, sab mujhe de diye."
"Lekin Aayan ko mujhse mat cheen lena."
"Uski har takleef mujhe de de..."
"Bas usse shifa ata farma."
Uski duaon mein sirf Aayan tha.
Subah hote hi Aayan ne Ania ko muskuraate hue dekha.
Jaise kuch hua hi na ho.
Aayan: "Sweetheart... agar tum aise roti rahogi na, to main operation theatre mein jaane se pehle hi haar jaunga."
Ania ne foran uske honton par apna haath rakh diya.
Ania: "Aisi baat dobara mat kahiye."
"Allah sab theek karega."
Aayan halka sa muskura diya.
Usne pehli baar mehsoos kiya...
Ki Ania ke dil mein ab uske liye sirf izzat nahi...
Mohabbat bhi hai.
Operation ka din aa gaya.
Hospital ke bahar poora parivaar dua kar raha tha.
Doctor Salim operation theatre ke bahar aaye.
Doctor Salim: "Operation mushkil hai..."
"Lekin hum apni poori koshish karenge."
Ania ne bas itna kaha—
"Mujhe mere Allah par bharosa hai."
Aayan ko operation theatre le jaya gaya.
Jaate waqt usne palatkar sirf ek baar Ania ko dekha.
Ania ki aankhon mein aansu the.
Aayan ne door se hi muskura kar ishara kiya...
"Main wapas aaunga."
Theatre ka darwaza band ho gaya.
Har guzarta hua minute Ania ke liye ek saal jaisa lag raha tha.
Woh hospital ki masjid mein jaakar namaz padhti...
Phir wapas aakar operation theatre ke bahar baith jaati.
Uske haath mein tasbeeh thi...
Aur zubaan par sirf ek hi dua—
"Ya Allah... mere Aayan ki hifazat farma."
Kai ghanton baad...
Operation theatre ki red light band ho gayi.
Doctor Salim bahar aaye.
Sab ek saath unke paas daude.
Ania ki saansein ruk si gayi thi.
Doctor ne mask utara...
Aur muskura diye.
Doctor Salim: "Alhamdulillah..."
"Operation successful raha."
Ye sunte hi Ania ki aankhon se khushi ke aansu behne lage.
Usne sajde mein girkar Allah ka shukr ada kiya.
Kuch der baad use ICU mein Aayan se milne ki ijazat mili.
Aayan ki aankhen dheere-dheere khul rahi thi.
Usne sabse pehle Ania ko dekha.
Kamzor si muskurahat ke saath bola—
Aayan: "Dekha..."
"Maine kaha tha na..."
"Main tumhe chhodkar kahin nahi jaunga."
Ania apne aansu rok na saki.
Usne Aayan ka haath mazbooti se pakad liya.
Aur pehli baar bina kisi jhijhak ke kaha—
"Main aapse bahut mohabbat karti hoon, Aayan..."
"Kab hui... kaise hui... mujhe khud nahi pata."
"Bas itna jaanti hoon..."
"Aapke bina meri zindagi adhuri hai."
Ye sunte hi Aayan ki aankhon mein bhi aansu aa gaye.
Usne dheere se kaha—
"Bas... isi ek baat ka intezaar tha."
Dono ki aankhon se aansu beh rahe the.
Lekin is baar...
Ye aansu dard ke nahi...
Mohabbat ke the.
Lekin...
Zindagi ne abhi apna aakhri imtehaan dikhaya nahi tha.
Kuch mahine baad...
Ania ki tabiyat baar-baar kharab hone lagi.
Pehle halka bukhar...
Phir kamzori...
Aur phir achanak behosh ho jana...
Aayan ko lagne laga...
Ki shayad koi nayi pareshani unki zindagi ka darwaza khatkhatane lagi hai.
To Be Continued...