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Wo Khud Rukhsat Hogaya

Binte Bashir via Canva

Jab koi apna duniya se jaata hai, dil mein ek khalaa sa kar jaata hai. Dil toot ke reza reza hoke reh jaata hai, har taraf veeraaniyaan chaa jaati hain. Har baat mein uski yaad, har mehfil mein uski kami. Dil pareshaan sa ho ho ke reh jaata, Har aahat par uske aane dhadka laga rehta hai. Dil kahin chain nahin paata. Shaakh se toote hue phool ki tarah murjhaya hua mehsoos karte hain khud ko.

Chaahen logon ki bheed mein bhi aap honge tab bhi khud ko tanha hi mehsoos karte hain. Duniya adhoori si lagti jab achaanak aapke darmiyaan se wo insaan aapki aankhon ke saamne bus achaanak maut ki aaghosh mein hamesha ke liye so jaata hai.

Kaisa lagta hai soch kar bhi ke wo shakhs jis se hum itni mohobbat karte hain ab wo kabhi dobara laut kar nahin aaega, hum use dobaara kabhi zindagi mein dekh nahin paaenge. Wo walid ab nahin raha.

Binte Bashir via Canva

Waalid wo hasti hai jo ek ghane saayadar darakht ki maanind apne bachon ko har mausam se bachata hai, garmi ki tapish se, baarish paani se aur haalat ki aandhi se. Jis ki chaaon mein humen badalte mausam, badalte haalat ka pata bhi nahi chalta.

Jisne baaghbaan ki tarah humen sambhaala, phoolon ki tarah naazon se paala. Ek aah si dil se nikalti hai “Ab tere phool kahan jaaen?”🥀🥀🥀🥀

Wo ek khwaab-o-khayaal ban kar dil mein reh gaya. Humne wo hasti ganva di jo humaare ghar ka sutoon tha. Jis ke hone se ghar ghar lagta tha. Waalid ke na hone se saara ghar bikhar jaata hai.

Wo hasti jisne hum par apni belaus mohobbbat lutaa di, Wo shakhs ab nahin raha jisne humen har talkeef se bachaaya, jo kuch wo kar sakta tha, jo uski istitaat mein tha usne kiya.

Jisne humaari khushi ke liye din raat kadi mehnat ki apna khoon paseena ek kar diya, unke paseene ki ek boond ka haq bhi hum ada kar nahin sakte. Jinke paas dene ko kuch ho ya na ho duaaon ka khazaana hota hai.

Khaali rehti ab jagah unki, har cheez, har baat mein, har jagah mein hai unki kami. Dil ab bhi dhoodta wohi pyaar bhari aawaaz, wo zordaar daantna jise hum samjhe nahi ke pyaar se bharpoor tha, us daant ka har lafz ab sunne ko taraste hain.

Ab har lamha har manzar aankhon mein qaid hai. Yaad aati wo hansi wo qahqahe, lekin haae afsos ab kahan… ab wo nahin rahe. Ab kuch bhi nahin hai waisa… Mera waalid nahin raha

Dil yaad kar kar ke rota hai. Aankhen har jagah dhoondti hain, dobara dekhne ko tarasti hain. Yaad aata hai sab kuch, rukhsati ka wo lamha bhoola nahin phir ek baar lipat ke rone ko ji chaahta hai.

Mehez alfaz wo dard bayan nahin kar sakte jo dil mein chupa hai.💘 💔🥀

Wo khud rukhsat hogaya jinse ek dard bhare dil se, apne aansuon ko sab se chupaakar humen ghar se rukhsat kiya. Dil se ek aah nikalti hai, wo khud rukhsat hogaya jisne humen rukhsat kiya!

Binte Bashir via Canva


I don’t know the name of this poet

Salaam hai har Waalid par jo khushi khushi apne bachon ki khaatir apni har khushi qurban kar dete hain, khaali daaman hi sahi dil se duaaen dete hain.

Aaj ki ye post un tamaam bachon ke naam jinke Waalid is duniya mein nahin rahe.

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26 thoughts on “Wo Khud Rukhsat Hogaya”

  1. This one will always be very close to my heart. 🌹
    Har ek lafz dil ko sukoon de gaya.
    I wrote a poem long ago about father-daughter relationship. I really want to share it with you, just with you. Milte hi aapko bhejenge.

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    1. Ye bus jazbaat the jo shaayad kisi aulaad ke dil mein aate (beti khaas taur par). I dedicated it to my uncle and father in law and all the children who lost their father but then I edited the post after posting it. I felt it will be too depressing for the everyone. So I edited and changed it generally to all the children who lost their father.
      Jinhen khoya wo humaare baap to nahin the lekin un se kuch kam nahin. Itni zyada mohobbat kam hi log kar sakte hain. I was so close to them so I felt how one could feel when they loose their father.
      I feel honored that you consider me worth sharing your valuable poem. I will be waiting to read that one.

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      1. Oh dear. I understand. 😔I too lost an aunt to blood cancer last month. I wasn’t that close to her but I felt empty for days after hearing the news. What hurt more was that I couldn’t go to her funeral due to lockdown.

        Here’s the poem I was talking about. 2018 ke journal mein mili.

        REALIZATION :

        “As I delve deeper into the ruins
        Of your mauve-coloured sheets, 
        Dear diary,
        I journey back through you to a day
        When realizations drew upon me as stitches to my wound. 

        Citing his criticism as a “no” was my first mistake. 
        Lost the count of his innumerable advices 
        And, the sacrifices that he made. 
        Took the wrong turn a hundred times ;
        Always to find him there, 
        With solutions in hand.

        Shielded by his shadow;
        Thinking of it as a prison, 
        That was my mistake. 

        Caught up with every possible burden, 
        He still chose to put everything at stake ;
        Disrespecting his love for me,
        That was my mistake. 

        All his life
        He chose to face flaks on my behalf, 
        For my mistakes ;
        I couldn’t understand him before, 
        That was a daughter’s mistake. “

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      2. I too understand how you can feel. The saddest part of this lockdown is no one can share the grief with loved one. Ek dafa khushi mein insaan majbooran akela reh sakta hai magar gham mein apnon ki bohot zyada kami aur zaroorat mehsoos hoti hai.
        Masha Allah the poem is so touching. How amazingly you have depicted the love of father, how he sacrifices and is always there at all times no matter what how the daughter later on realizes her mistakes.
        Simply Loved it specially the way it begins “As I delve deeper into… mauve-colored sheets”… Padh ke dil mein khayal aaya ke maazi (past) ki kitaab ka ek paana khula aur jazbaat lafz bankar nikle.

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  2. Waalid aasmaan he. Waalid zameen he… Waalid aulaad ki dono jahaan he…

    Waalid ki judaayi kabhi na bhoolne waali dard de jaathaa he.. Naa seh sakthe he.
    , na jee sakthe he.. May allah grant highest position in jannah aameen…

    We r sailing in a same boat.. 😞😞

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    1. Aamen. Wishing the same for your father. May Allah grant you sabr.
      So true walid donon jahan hain. Humari aakhirat bhi unse sanwaregi aur zindagi bhi.
      Alhamdulillah my father is still alive and healthy but I wrote this post for my uncle and father in law who passed away recently and they both loved us like their very own children. There are very few people who can love you like their own children.

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      1. Im so sory fr mis undstnding, and loved yu fr ur love twrds ur in-laws. 😍. Very rare girls do respect and love their in-laws. May allah bles u sis

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      2. You don’t have to be sorry. My father in law was a very loving and caring man. It is not at all possible to have any disrespect or hatred like feelings towards him.
        May Allah bless you and keep you safe.

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