'' tum ne aik dafaa mujh se poocha haya! ke mein har waqt scarf kyun pehanti hon.' 'ayesha sir jhukaye lakri ke tukre ka kinara tarashtain hue keh rahi thi.' ' mein tumhe batau, mera dil bhi karta hai ke mein woh khobsorat malbosaat pehnoon jo byok ada mein istanbul ya italy aur spain ki larkiyan pehan kar aati hain. bilkul jaisay models pehanti hain aur jab woh onche heel ke sath ramp pay chalti aa rahi hoti hain to aik duniya un ko mashooor ho kar dekh rahi hoti hai. mera bhi dil karta ke mein bhi smart aur traindy designs ke libaas pehan kar jab sarrak par chaloon to log mashooor o mutasir ho kar mujhe dekhen. .. lekin. ..' ' woh saans lainay ko ruki, haya bana palak jhapkay saans rokay usay dekh rahi thi .
'' lekin. .. phir mujhe aik khayaal aata hai. yeh khayaal ke aik din mein mrjaon gi, jaisay tumhari dost mrgyi thi aur mein is matti mein chali jaoon gi, jis ke oopar mein chalti hon. phir aik din Sooraj maghrib se niklay ga aur zameen ka janwar zameen se nikal kar logon se baatein kere ga aur laal aandhi har so chalay gi. is din mujhe bhi sab ke sath uthaya jaye ga. tum ne kabhi olympics ke woh stadiums dekhe hain jin mein barri barri screens nasb hoti hain? mein khud ko aik aisay hi stadium mein dekhatii hon. maidan ke ain wast mein kharray screen pay mera chehra hota hai aur poora maidan logon se bhara hota hai. sab mujhe hi dekh rahay hotay hain aur mein akeli wahan khari hoti hon. mein sochti hon haya, agar is waqt mere rab ne mujh se pooch liya ke anatawaliya ki ayesha Gul ab batao tum ne kya kya? yeh baal yeh chehra, yeh jism, yeh sab to mein ne tumhe diya tha. yeh nah tum ne mujhe se maang kar haasil kya tha aur nah hi is ki qeemat ada ki thi. yeh to meri amanat thi. phir tum ne usay mere marzi ke mutabiq istemaal kya nahi kya? tum ne is se woh kaam kyun kiye jo ko mein napasand karta hon? tum ne un aurton ka rasta kyun chunn liya jin se mein naraaz tha ?' '
nimra Ahmed ke novel' ' jannat ke pattay' ' se aik bohat hi khobsorat tareen iqtabas