“Jab raat gehri ho aur dard ka bojh saath ho, to yaad rakh—Rab ki rehmat der zaroor karti hai, par kabhi haar nahi maanti. Aur jab aati hai, to toota hua dil bhi phir se jeena sikha deti hai.”
– Zulfikar Inamdar
✨ Title: Toote Dil Se Rehmat Tak ✨
Arz Kiya Hai…
Mayoosi jab hadd se aage badh jaaye, aur dil ke dariyon me sirf sunsaan aur khamoshi reh jaaye, Armaan zindagi ke, jo kabhi sitaron ki tarah chamakte the, aaj mitti me bikhar kar sirf khamoshi chhod jaaye. Sapne, jinhe humne raaton ki palkon me godh me sambhal kar rakha tha, aaj unki qabr me bhi sukoon nahi, aur dil apni hi dhadkanon se ghabrata reh jaaye.
Zindagi jab imtehaan lena shuru kare, to har lamha ek naya bojh ban kar saans par girta hai, har dard purani lakeer ki tarah dil ke kone me bas jaata hai, aur insaan sochta hai—“yeh dard kab khatam hoga, yeh raat kab khatam hogi?”
Raat ke andhere me khamoshi bhi cheekh ki tarah lagti hai, aur saaye, jo kabhi humare dost the, aaj humare dard ka gawah ban jaate hain. Kabhi kabhi lagta hai ki rooh apne jism me nahi, aur jism bhi apni hi rooh se begaana ho gaya ho, saans bhi bojh lagti ho, aur har dhadkan ek zanjeer ki tarah khinch kar insaan ko jeeta rakhti ho.
Har subah ek naya zakhm, har raat ek nayi maut… aur insaan dono ke beech aadha jeeta, aadha mar gaya mehsoos kare. Kabhi lagta hai jaise waqt ne hi saara pyaar aur sakoon chura liya ho, aur sirf dard hi reh gaya ho, jo andar se rooh ko kaat raha ho.
Tab ek lamha aata hai, bohot thanda, bohot gehra, jab insaan apne Rab se sirf itna kehta hai—“Ya Allah… ab mujhme kuch bhi nahi bacha. Agar yehi zindagi hai, to is bojh me meri rooh bhi doob gayi hai…”
Magar phir, isi gehra andhere me, ek halki si roshni ka noor jhalakta hai, jaise Rab ka ek kalma, ek rehmat dil ke patthar ko bhi pighla deta hai. Woh kehta hai:
“Tu thak gaya hai mere bande, par main teri umeed nahi todne dunga. Tera dard meri nazar me hai, aur teri zulmat meri rehmat ke saamne kuch bhi nahi. Bas thoda ruk, main sab aasaan kar dunga.”
Aur dheere dheere, raat ka bojh halka hone lagta hai, dil apne zakhmon ko samajhne lagta hai, aur Allah ki rehmat ki halki si roshni subah ka pehla waada sunaati hai. Aansoo rukte nahi, par unki garmaahat me umeed ka pehla bijh boya jaata hai.
Phir, raat ke aur andhere ke beech, ek aur lamha aata hai, jab insaan apni thakan aur dard ke beech ek chingari si roshni mehsoos karta hai, ek aisi roshni jo kehti hai—“Tu akela nahi, tere dard ke saath main hoon, aur sab kuch aasaan ho jaayega.”
Insaan dheere dheere, apne tootey dil ko sambhalte sambhalte, phir se chalne ka hausla paata hai, aur ek nayi saans bhar kar sochta hai—“Shayad raat gehri thi, shayad dard gehra tha, par meri kismet me Allah ki rehmat bhi gehri hai.”
Aur dheere dheere, raat ke andhere ke baad, subah ka noor dhire dhire dil me jagta hai, aur insaan phir se khud ko samajhne lagta hai, phir se chalne ka hausla paata hai, jaise Rab ne apna haath uthakar kehta ho—“Main hoon na, tere saath hoon, aur sab kuch aasaan kar dunga.”
Yeh hi Allah ki rehmat hai: raat chahe gehri ho, dard chahe gehra ho, par subah hamesha ek nayi roshni ke saath aati hai, aur toote dil ko phir se jeena sikha deti hai.
Sher O Shayeri 