Disclaimer
This book is transliteration of Umera Ahmed’s masterpiece Peer-e-Kaamil WITHOUT HER PERMISSION.
This is only for those readers who understand Urdu but can’t read it. On Goodreads, some people asked meabout Roman transliteration of Peer-e-Kamil. I couldn’t find it, so I made a mental note to try and make it available to others for free when I get time. Then I forgot about it because I never get time.
And this morning, I got this book. Some kind soul had enough time to transliterate, print, and spiral bind and bring it home.
Anyone interested in reading the roman version can borrow from me.
And those online can read it here.
P.S. This is NOT English translation. If you want that, it’s available on Amazon.
“Kya tum mera ek kaam kar sakte ho?”
“Tumhara kya khayaal hai ab tak main uske alawa kya kar raha hoon?” Salar ne pucha.
Dusri taraf kuch der khamoosh rahi, phir usne kaha. “Kya tum Lahore ja kar Jalaal se mil sakte ho?” Salar ne ek lamhe ke liye apni aankhein band kin.
“Kis liye?” Use Imama ki aawaz bahot bhari lag rahi thi. Yun jaise use flu tha phir use achanak usko khayaal aaya ke wo yaqeenan roti rahi hogi. Ye usi ka asar tha.
“Tum meri taraf se usse request karo ke wo mujh se shadi kar le……. Hamesha ke liye nahin to kuch dinon ke liye hi……. Main us ghar se nikalna chahti hoonaur main kisi ki madad ke baghair yahan se nahin nikal sakti………Bas wo mujh se nikaah kar le.”
“Tumhara to usse raabta hai to phir tum ye sab khud usse phone par kyun nahi keh detin.” Salar ne chips khate hue bade itmenaan se use mashwara diya.
“Main keh chuki hoon.” Use Imama ki aawaz pehle se zyada bharrayi hui lag rahi thi.
“Phir?”
“Usne inkaar kar diya.”
“Very said.” Salar ne afsos ka izhaar kya.
“To ye one sided love affair tha?” Usne kuch tajassus se pucha.
“Nahin.”
“To phir usne inkaar kar diya?”
“Tum ye jaan kar kya karoge.” Wo chid kar boli. Salar ek aur chips apne munh me dala.
“Mere waha ja kar usse baat karne se kya hoga, behtar hai tum hi dobara usse baat kar lo.”
“Wo mujh se baat nahin kar raha, wo phone nahin uthata. Hospital main bhi koi use phone par nahin bula raha. Wo jaan boojh kar katra raha hai.”Imama ne kaha.
“To phir tum uske piche kyun padi ho, jaane do use. Wo tum se mohabbat nahin karta.”
“Tum ye sab kuch nahin samajh sakte, tum sirf meri madad karo, ek baar ja kar use meri surat-e-haal ke barey mein batao, wo mujh se is tarah nahin kar sakta.”
“Aur agar usne mujh se baat karn se inkaar kar diya to.”
“Phir bhi tum usse baat karna, shayad……….shayad koi soorat nikal aaye, mera mas’ala hal ho jaye.”
Salar ke chehre par ek muskurahat namoodaar hui, use Imama ke haal par hansi aa rahi thi.
Phone band karneke baad chips khatey hue bhi wo is saare maamle ke barey mein sochta raha. Har guzarte idn ke saath wo is saare maamle mein zyada se zyada involve hota ja raha tha. Ye use apni zindagi ka sab se bada adventure mehsoos ho raha tha. Pehle Imama tak phone pahonchana aur ab Jalaal se raabta……. Imama ka boyfriend…….. Usne chips khaate ue zair-e-lab dohraaya. Imama ne use us ke hospital aur ghar ke tamaam kavaa’if se aagaah kar diya tha aur ab wo soch raha tha ke use Jalaal Ansar se mil kar kya kehna hai.
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