16 december yaad aata hai Ankhain bheeg jati hain Udaas Nasal

Jab se hosh sanbhala, yahi dekha ke saal ka aakhri maheena December aik ajeeb wehshat aur weerani liye aata. khaiton pay kuhra loutta, baagh ki roshon pay khushk pattay chircharatay. Braamde mein rehne walay kayi kabotar, nandoon mein rakha, raat ka thanda pani pi kar mar jatay. woh barray boorhay jo lagta tha, waqt ko thaamay baithy hain, aksar isi mahinay mein guzar jatay they.

aatish daan mein jalti aag bhi aik ajeeb weerani ka manzar paish karti thi aur sab se barh kar sab khandan ke boorhay jaane kya ajeeb sargoshian karte they, jin mein mujeeb al-rehman, yahya Khan aur bhuto sahib ke naam baar baar liye jatay they. barri boohrian, andheray saweray, jaane kis ka gham mananay ko ansoo pochhti aur niazain deti nazar aatin.

samajh nahi aati thi kon mar gaya? kis ki barsi hai? phir 16┬áDecember ki raat abbu ke sabr ka daman haath se chhuut jata tha aur woh dharain maar maar ke itna rotay they ke un ki daarhi aanso-on se tar ho jati thi, rotay jatay they aur kehte jatay they,’ aaj mera baazu kat gaya. ‘

herat is baat pay hoti thi ke un ka baazu, haath paon sir waghera sab durust haalat mein hotay they. mein khuwa makhuwa mujrim si ban jati thi, aur baqi decemeber dukhi shairi suntay hue guzaar deti thi.

shaheed children in aps 16 december

waqt ke sath un nohay mein baharion ka ahwaal, apnon ke sitam aur gheiron ke karam bhi sunai dainay lagey.

is waqt lagta tha ke arrey, kitney be waqoof hain hamaray barray, ruthon ko manaya ja sakta tha, baat to kuch itni barri nah thi sab theek ho sakta tha. phir hotay hotay yeh khayaal Rasikh honay laga ke bhae, un ki marzi, woh azaadi chahtay they mil gayi. ab bhool bhi jao. magar woh nasal jab taq zindah rahi, har decemeber yeh maatam un ka muqaddar tha, un mein se jo log ab bhi baqi hain woh is aziat mein zindah hain.
aik nasal ke dukh, doosri nasal ko virsay mein mlitay hain. decemeber ke atay hi sara Pakistan , dukhi sa ho jata hai. chunkay bangal ki alehadgi hamari nasal ka dukh nah thi is liye, sara malba mashooq pay daal diya jata tha. kisi bhi mausam mein bichernay walon ko yaad karne aur un ki be wafai ka tana dainay ko decemeber hi munasib maheena lagta tha. halaank saari duniya is mahinay itni khusihyan maanatee hai ke poooray saal ke liye kaafi hoti hain.

chand saal se mein har is shakhs ka thatha ura rahi thi jo decemeber mein dukhi honay ki koshish karta tha. shayad yeh is dukh se larnay ki ko shash thi jo hamari nasal ka bhi masqoom tha. 16 decemeber ki subah jo kuch paish aaya is ne mujhe mere ehad se kaat ke wahan le ja ke khara kar diya, jahan Pakistan anay walay qaafley kat rahay they, aur decemeber 1971 mein jahan chand ruthe hoon ko sangeen ki noke mein peroya ja raha tha. tareekh ka woh safha, jis ka har lafz khoon se chip chapa tha, hamaray samnay bhi khil gaya.

saneha Peshawar mein jaan bahaq honay walay har bachay mein mujhe apne bachon ki shakal nazar aayi. kitney mah mein so nah payi. uth uth kar sotay hue bachon ko chumati thi aur roti thi, yeh jaane baghair ke is waqt mein bhi apne baap ki terhan aisi harkatein kar rahi hon jin ko kal mere bachay deewangi se tabeer karen ge.

bachon ko shool chore kar, chhutti taq bahar khari rehti aur har atay jatay ko mashkook nazron se ghorti. chand mah mein zindagi qareeban mamool pay aagai, magar pichlle saal decemeber shuru hotay hi mein bolayi bolayi phirnay lagi. ae pi s mein maaray jaane walay aik aik bachay ki niaz dainay lagi, yeh jantay hue bhi ke un ko kisi dua ki haajat nahi. decemeber guzaray nahi guzra aur 17 decemeber ko mein bhi abbu ki terhan roi.

aaj phir decemeber ki wohi manhoos tareekh hai. mujhe un firshton jaisay bachon ke chehray yaad hain, bacha Khan university, queta kidt shool aur senkron deegar sanihay yaad hain. mein bhi apne barron ki terhan siwaye naala o shewan ke kuch nahi kar sakti.

bohat mumkin hai mere bachay bhi yeh hi sochte hon, kitni be waqoof nasal hai hamaray barron ki, yun kar letay to yun ho jata, yun kar letay to yun ho jata. aakhir zaroorat hi kya thi kisi ki aag ko apne sehan mein bharkanay ki? hamari terhan yeh bhi nahi jantay ke ahmaq qoumain tareekh se koi sabaq nahi sikhtein sirf pichli naslon ka ghalat waqt pay ghalat faisla karne ki waarsat paati hain aur zamane ki rahdaryon mein apne pyaron ke nohay karti, sir mein khaak daalti nazar aati hain. un ke dukhoon ki gthrhi har guzarti nasal ke sath bhaari hoti jati hai aur yeh gthrhi un ko uthani hi hoti hai.

abdullah Hussain ne apne chand doston ke sath aik railway station pay logon ko martay ktte dekha, woh kehte they, hum is din ke baad kabhi khush nahi ho sakay. waqt ka kaam guzarna hai guzar jaye ga, lekin yeh bhi aik haqeeqat hai ke hum bhi ab kabhi khush nahi ho satke. is roz 130 bachay qatal nahi hue they, hamari nasal ki hansi qatal hui thi, aur woh nasal, jis ki hansi qatal hojaye aik udaas nasal hoti hai, aik aur udaas nasal.

I am Mary Emma born in 1996 and have been working as a full-time blogger since 2010. The socio-familial context led me to the area of Sciences and universe attending the Astrology course. But her philosophical inclination inclined her to the territory of Astrology, Psychology.