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.
Wo agle roz subah maamool ke mutaabiq utha aur college jaane ke liye tayyar hone laga. Naashta karne ke liye wo dining table par aaya to usne khilaaf-e-maamool wahan Sikandar Usman ko maujood paaya. Wo aam taur par is waqt naashta nahin kiya karte the. Zara der se factory jaaya karte the. Salar ko is waqt unhein waha maujood paa kar kuch hairat hui, magar unke sutey hue chehre aur surkh aankhon se andaaza ho raha tha ke shayad wo saari raat nahin so sake.
Salar ko subah subah bahar nikalne ke liye tayyar dekh kar unhon ne qadrey durushti se usse kaha. “Tum kahan ja rahe ho?”
“College.”
“Dimaagh theek hai tumhara……… Mere gale mein ye musibat daal kar tum khud college jaa rahe ho. Jab tak ye maamla khatm nahin ho jata tum kahin nahin jaoge. Tumhein pata hai tum kitne khatrey mein ho?”
“Kaisa khatra?” Wo thitkaa.
“Main nahin chahta Hashim Mubeen tumhein koi nuqsaan pahonchaye.isliye filhaal tumhare liye yahi behtar hai ke tum ghar par raho.” Sikandar Usman ne do tok lehje mein kaha. “Uski beti mil jaye phir tum dobara college jana shuru kar dena.”
“Uski beti agar ek saal nahin milegi to kya main ek saal tak andar baitha rahunga? Aap ne use mere bayaan ke barey mein bataya nahin hai?” Salar ne tez lehje mein kaha.
“Main use bata chuka hoon. Saniya ne bhi tumhari baat ki tasdeeq kar di thi.” Unke lehje mein Saniya ka naam lete hue talkhi thi. Magar Hashim Mubeen abhi bhi musir hai ke uski beti ko tum ne hi aghwa kiya hua hai.”
“To main kya karun………. Use yaqeen nahin aata to na aaye. Mujhe kya farq padta hai.” Salar ne laparwahi se kehte hue naashte ki taraf haath badhaya.
“tumhein farq nahin padta, mujhe padta hai. Tum Hashim Mubeen Ahmad ko nahin jaante. Wo kitne asar-o-rusookh wala aadmi hai aur kis had tak ja sakta hai uska andaaza sirf mujhe hai. Main nahin chahta ke wo tumhein koi nuqsaan pahonchaye. Isliye abhi tum ghar par hi ho.”
Sikandar Usman ne is baar kuch narm lehje mein kaha. Shayad unhein andaza ho gaya tha ke un ki sakhti ka koi asar nahin hoga. Wo unki baat nahin maanega.
“Papa! Meri studies ka harj hoga. Sorry! Main ghar par nahin baith sakta.” Salar unke lehje ki narmi se muta’assir nahin hua tha.
“Tumhara harj hota hai ya nahin, mujhe isse koi dilchaspi nahin hai. Main sirf tumhein ghar par chahta hoon. Samjhe tum.” Is baar unhon ne achaanak bhadak kar buland aawaz mein usse kaha.
“Kam az kam aaj to mujhe jaane den. Aaj mujhe bahot se zaroori kaam niptaane hain.” Salar ek dam unke ghusse par kuch puzzle hua.
“Tum wo kaam driver ko bata do, wo kar dega ya phir kisi dost se phone par baat kar lo.” Sikandar ne hatmi andaaz mein kaha.
“Magar papa……… aap mujhe is tarah………” Sikandar Usman ne uski baat nahin suni.
Wo dining room se nikal rahe the. Wo kuch der buland aawaz mein badbadata raha phir tang aa kar khamoosh ho gaya. Wo jaanta tha ke Sikandar Usman use bahar nikalne nahin denge magar use baat ki tawaqqo nahin thi. Uska khayaal tha ke Saniya ko saamne lane par uski apni family ke sath Hashim Mubeen bhi mutmayin ho jayenge aur kam az kam ye musibat uske kaandhon se utar jayegi, magar uske liye Sikandar Usman ke ye inkeshaaf hairaan kun tha ke Hashim Mubeen ne abhi bhi uske bayaan par yaqeen nahin kiya tha.
Salar waha baitha naashta karte hue kuch der in tamaam maamlaat ke barey mein sochta raha. Collee na jaane ke matlab ghar mein band ho jana tha aur wo ghar mein band nahin hona chahta tha. Uska mood ek dam off ho gaya. Naashta karte karte usne use adhoora chod diya aur apne kamrey ki taraf chal diya.
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