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.
Seedhiyan ab bhi usi tarah taarik thin magar is baar wo jis zehni haalat mein tha use kisi diwar, kisi saharey, kisi raushni ki zarurat nahin thi. Wo andha dhund taarik seedhiyon se niche bhaga aur buri tarah gira. Agar seedhiyan sidhi hotin to wo sidha niche jaa girta magar seedhiyon ki golaai ne use bacha liya tha. Wo Andare mein ek baar phir utha. Ghutnon aur takhnon mein uthne wali teeson se bey parwah usne dobara usi tarah bhaagtey hue seedhiyan utarne ki koshish ki. Chand seedhiyan utarne ke baad lagayi jaane wali chhalaang ne use phir zameen bos kiya. Is baar uska sar bhi diwar se takraya. Wo khush qismat tha ke uski haddi nahin tooti. Shayad seedhiyon se girney ke baad niche wali seedhiyon par aa gaya tha. Saamne gali ki raushni nazar aa rahi thi. Wo seedhiyon se nikal aaya magar aage nahin jaa saka. Chand qadam aagey chal kar us ghar ke bahar baith gaya. Use matli mehsoos ho rahi thi. sar to thaamtey hue bey ikhteyaar use ubkaayi aayi aur wo baithe baithe jhuk gaya tha, wo ubkaaiyaan karte hue bhi usi tarah ro raha tha. Gali mein se guzarne walon ke liye ye scene koi naya nahin tha. Yahan bahot se sharaabi aur nashai zarurat se zyada nasha istemaal karne ke baad yahi sab karte the. Sirf Salar ka huliya aur libaas tha jo use kuch mohazzab dikha raha tha. Aur uske aansu aur waaweyla kisi tawaif ki bewafai ka natija tha shayad. Tawaif ka kotha har kisi ko raas nahin aata. Guzarne wale tanziya muskurahat ke sath use dekhte hue guzar rahe the. koi uske paas nahin aaya tha. Is bazar mein haal ahwaal jaanne ka riwaj nahin tha.
Aakif niche nahin aaya tha. Aata to shayad Salar ke paas ruk jaata. Imama Hashim wahan nahin thi. Sanobar Imama Hashim nahin thi. Kitna bada bojh uske kandhon se utha liya gaya tha. Kaisi aziyyat se use bacha liya gaya tha. Takleef de kar use aagahi nahin di gayi. Sirf takleef ka ehsaas de kar use aagahi se shanaasa kar diya gaya tha. Use wahan na dekh kar wo is haalat mein jaa pahoncha tha, use wahan dekh leta to us par kya guzarti. Use Allah se khauf aa raha tha, bey panaah khauf. Wo kis qadar taaqatwar tha kya nahin kar sakta tha. Wo kis qadar maherbaan tha. Kya nahin karta tha. Insaan ko insaan rakhna use aata tha. Kabhi ghazab se, kabhi ehsaan se. wo use uske daairey mein hi rakhta tha.
Use kabhi apni zindagi ke is siyaah baab par itna pachhtawa itni nafra nahin hui jitni is waqt ho rahi thi………….
“Kyun……..Kyun……..? Kyun aata tha main yahan par……..? Kyun kharidta tha main in aurton ko………..? kyun gunaah ka ehsaas mere andar nahin jaagta tha?” Wo chabutrey par baitha donon hathon se sar pakdey bilak raha tha.
“Aur ab…….. Ab jab main ye sab kuch chhod chuka hoon to ab……….ab kyun……….ye takleef………ye chubhan ho rahi hai mujhe…………main jaanta hoon…….. jaanta hoon mujhe apne har amal ke liye jawaab dah hona hai magar ye hisaab yahan………..is tarah na ley……….jis aurat se main mohabbat karta hoon use kabhi bazar mein na phenk.”
Wo rotey hue ruka, kaun sa inkeshaaf kahan ho raha tha.
“Mohabbat?” wo gali se guzartey logon ko dekhte hue bey yaqeeni se badbadaya.
“Kya main………. Main usse mohabbat karta hoon?” koi laher uske sar se pairon tak guzri thi.
“Kya ye takleef sirf isliye ho rahi hai mujhe ke main usse………” Uske chehrey par saaye lehraye the. “Kya wo mera pachhtawa nahin hai. Kuch aur hai……..?
Use laga wo wahan se kabhi uth nahin payega.
“To ye pachhtawa nahin mohabbat hai jis ke peechey main bhaagta phir raha hoon.” Use apna jism ret ka bana hua laga.
“Imama phaans nahin rog hai? Aansu ab bhi uske gaalon par beh rahe the.”
“Aur is bazar mein us aurat ki talash mein uthtey mere qadmon mein larzish isliye thi kyun ke main ne use apni dil ke bahot andar kahin bahot oonchi jagah rakha tha. Wahan jahan khud main bhi usko mehsoos nahin kar paa raha tha. Checkmate.”
150+ IQ level ka wo mard munh ke bal zameen par giraya gaya tha. Wo ek baar phir phoot phoot kar roney laga. Kaunsa zakhm tha jo wahan baith kar hara ho raha tha. Kaun si takleef thi jo saans lene nahin de rahi thi. Aayine ne use kahan barhana kya tha. Use kya yaad tha? Kya liya tha? Wo uth kar wahan se chalne laga. Usi tarah bilak bilak kar rotey hue. Use khud par qaabu nahin tha. Use paas se guzarney walon ki nazron ki bhi parwah nahin thi. Use apne wajood se kabhi zindagi mein itni nafrat mehsoos nahin hui thi jitni is waqt ho rahi thi. Wo redlight area uski zindagi ka sab se siyaah baab tha. Aisa siyaah baab jise wo khurach kar apni zindagi se alag nahin kar paaya tha. Wo ek baar phir uski zindagi mein aa khada hua tha. Kai saal pehle wahan guzaari gayi raatein ab balaaon ki tarah use gherey hue thin aur wo unse faraar haasil nahin kar paa raha tha aur ab jis khau ne use apne hisaar mein liya tha wo to………
Agar………..Agar……….Imama is bazar mein aa gayi hoti to……….? Sanobar, Imama Hashim nahin thi magar koi aur…………” Uske sar mein dard ki ek laher uthi. Migrane ab shiddat ikhteyaar karta jaa raha tha. Uska dil baith gaya tha. Gaadiyon ke horn aur lights ne uske dard ko aur badha diya tha, phir uska zahen kisi taariki mein utar gaya tha.
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