Hafs aur Warsh: Do Chhape Huwe Quran

Casablanca Ki Aik Kitabon Ki Dukan

Karachi ka aik musafir karobar ke silsile mein Morocco pohanchta hai. Casablanca ke purane madina ke qareeb kitabon ki aik dukan se woh tohfe ke taur par aik khoobsurat sabz jild wala Quran khareedta hai. Raat ko hotel mein woh Surah Fatiha kholta hai — woh surah jo woh bachpan se din mein paanch baar parhta aaya hai — aur ruk jata hai. Us ke ghar wale nuskhe mein likha hai: مَالِكِ يَوْمِ الدِّينِ — "Roz-e-jaza ka Malik." Us ke haath mein maujood nuskhe mein likha hai: مَلِكِ يَوْمِ الدِّينِ — aik alif kam. Woh warq ulatta hai. Kahin harkatein mukhtalif hain, kahin poora lafz. Aayaton ke number us ki yaaddasht se nahin milte. Bismillah, jise woh hamesha Fatiha ki pehli aayat ginta aaya hai, yahan aayat ke taur par shumar hi nahin hui. Yeh koi chhapai ki ghalti nahin lagti: khattati nafees hai, publisher motabar hai, aur sar-e-waraq par aik ibarat hai jo us ne apne mushaf par kabhi ghaur se nahin parhi thi: بِرِوَايَةِ وَرْشٍ عَنْ نَافِعٍ — "Warsh ki riwayat se, Nafi ke waaste se." Us ke Karachi wale nuskhe par likha hai: حفص عن عاصم — "Hafs an Asim." Do chhape huwe Quran. Do naam. Aur aik sawal jo sadiyon se kisi na kisi soorat mein poocha ja raha hai.

Yeh mazmoon kisi mazhab ka mazaq nahin urata. Hum wohi karenge jo hamesha karte hain: kitabein kholenge, mutoon ko bilkul waise pesh karenge jaise woh hain, tareekh saath rakhenge, aur dono taraf ke ulama ko un ke apne alfaz mein bolne denge. Faisla, hamesha ki tarah, aap ka hai.