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.
Us din Itwaar tha. Salar subah der se utha.
Akhbaar le kar surkhiyon par nazar daalte hue wo kitchn mein nashta tayyar karne laga. Usne sirf munh hath dhoya tha. Shave nahin ki. Night dress ke upar hi usne ke dheel dhaala sa sweater pahen liya. Usne ketli mein chai ka paani rakha hi tha jab door bell sunaai di. Wo akhbaar hath mein pakdey kitchen se bahar aa gaya. Darwaza kholney par use hairat ka jhatka laga jab usne Sayeeda amma ko wahan khada paaya. Salar ne darwaza khol diya.
“Assalamu Alaikum! Kaisi hain aap?”
“Allah ka shukr hai main bilkul theek hoon, tum kaise ho?”
Unhon ne badi garm joshi ke saath uske sar par apne donon hath pherey.
“Main bhi theek hoon, aap andar aayein.”
Usne muskuratey hua kaha.
“Theek laga to nahin rahe ho. Kamzor ho rahe ho, chehra bhi kaala ho raha hai.” Unhon ne apni ainak ke shishon ke peechey se uske chehrey par ghaur kiya.
“Rang kaala nahin hua, main ne shave nahin ki.” Salar ne bey ikhteyaar apni muskurahat roki. Wo unke sath chalta hua andar aa gaya.
“Lo bhala shave kyun nahin ki. Achcha daadhi rakhna chahte ho………bahot achchi baat hai. Neki ka kaam hai, bahot achcha kar rahe ho.”
Wo sofe par baithtey hue bolin.
“Nahin amma! Daadhi nahin rakh raha hoon………..aaj Itwaar hai. Der se utha hoon isliye shave nahin ki.”
Wo unki baat par mehzooz hua.
“Der se kyun uthe………… Beta! Der na na utha karo. Subah jaldi uth kar Fajr ki namaz padha karo……… chehrey par raunaq aati hai. Isi liye to tumhara chehra murjhaya hua hai. Subah namaaz padh kar banda Quran padhey phir sair ko chala jaaye. Sehat bhi theek rehti hai aur Allah bhi khush hota hai.”
Salar ne ek gehra saans liya.
“Main namaaz padh kar soya tha. Sirf Itwaar wale din hi der tak sota hoon. Warna roz subah wahi karta hoon jo aap keh rahi hain.”
Wo uski wazahat par bey had khush nazar aane lagin.
“Bahot achchi baat hai…….. isiliye to chehra chamak raha hai. Raunaq nazar aa rahi hai.”
Unhon ne apne bayaan mein ek baar phir tabdeeli ki.
“Aap kya lengi?”
Wo apne chehrey par koi tabsara nahin sunna chahta tha, isliye mauzoo badla.
“Naashta karengi?”
“Nahin, main naashta kar ke aayi hoon. Subha 6 baje main naashta kar leti hoon. 11-11:30 baje to main do paher ka khana bhi kha leti hoon.”
Unhon ne apne maamulaat se aagah kiya.
“To phir do paher ka khana kha lein. 10:30 to ho rahe hain.”
“Nahin abhi to mujhe bhuk nahin hai. Tum mere paas aa kar baitho.”
“Main aata hoon abhi………”
Wo unke inkaar ke bawajoof kitchen mein aa gaya.
“Purey 6 maah se tumhara intezaar kar rahi hoon. Tum ne ek baar bhi shakl nahin dikhayi. Haalan ke waada kiya tha tum ne.”
Use kitchen mein unki aawaz sunaai di.
“Main bahot masroof tha amma ji………”
Usne apne liye chai tayyar karte hue kaha.
“Lo aisi bhi kya masroofiyat………. Arey bachchey! Masroof wo hote hai jin ke biwi bachchey hote hain. Na tum ne ghar basaya, na tum ghar walon ke sath reh rahe ho……… phir bhi kehte ho masroof tha……….”
Wo toaster se slice nikaalte hue unki baat par muskuraya.
“Ab yahi dekho, ye tumhare karne ke kaam to nahin hain.”
Wo use chai ke tray laate dekh kar khufgi se bolin.
“Main to kehti hoon ye kaam mard ke karne wale hain hi nahin.”
Wo kuch kahe baghair muskurate hue mez par bartan rakhne laga.
“Ab dekho biwi hoti to ye kaam biwi kar rahi hoti. Mard achcha lagta hi nahin aise kaam karte hue.”
“Aap theek kehti hain amma ji! Magar majboori hai. Biwi nahin hai to kya kiya jaa sakta hai.”
Salar ne chai ka cup unki taraf badhatey hue kaha. Unhein uski baat par jhatka laga.
“Ye kya baat hui, kya kiya jaa sakta hai? Arey bachchey!duniya ladkiyon se bhari hui hai. Tumhare to apne maan baap bhi hain. Un se kaho………tumhara rishta tay karein. Ya tum chaho to main koshish karun?”
Salar ko ek dam haalaat ki sangeeni ka ehsaas hua.
“Nahin nahin amma ji! Aap chai piyen. Main bahot khush hoon apni zindagi se………. jahan tak ghar ke kaamon ka talluq hai to wo to hamare Paighambar ﷺ bhi kar liya karte the.”
“Lo ab tum kahan se kahan pahonch gaye. Main to tumhari baat kar rahi hoon.” Wo kuch gadbada gayin.
“Aap ye biscuit lein aur cake bhi………”
Salar ne mauzoo badalne ki koshish ki.
“Arey haan, jis kaam ke liye aayi hoon wo to bhul hi gayi.”
Unhein achanak yaad aaya. Apne hath mein pakda bada sa bag unhon ne khol kar andar kuch talaash karna shuru kar diya.
“Tumhari bahen ki shadi tay ho gayi hai.”
Salar ko chai peetey peetey bey ikhteyaar uchchu laga.
“Meri bahen ki……… Amma ji! Meri bahen ki shadi to 5 saal pehle ho gayi thi.”
Usne kuch hakka bakka hote hue bataya. Wo utni der mein apne bag se ek card bar aamad kar chuki thin.
“Arey main apni beti ki baat kar rahi hoon. Aamna ki, tumhari bahen hi hui na……..”
Unhon ne uske jumley par bade afsos ke aalam mein use dekhte hue card thamaya.
Salar ko bey ikhteyaar hansi aayi. Kal tak wo use uski biwi banane ki koshish mein lagi hui thin aur ab ek dam bahen bana diya. Magar iske bawajood Salar ko bey tahaasha itmenaan mehsoos hua. Kam az kam ab use unse ya unki beti se koi khatra nahin tha.
Bahot masroor sa ho kar usne card pakad liya.
“Bahot mubarak ho………. Kab ho rahi hai shadi?” usne card kholte hue kaha.
“Agley haftey.”
“Chalein amma ji! Aap ki fikr to khatm hui.”
Salar ne ‘meri’ ke bajaye ‘aap ki’ ka lafz istemaal kiya.
“Haan Allah ka shukr hai, bahot achchi jagah rishta ho gaya. Meri zimmeydaari khatm ho jayegi phir main bhi apne beton ke paas Englans chali jaaungi.”
Salar ne card par ek sarsari si nazar daudaayi.
“Ye card tumhein dene khaas taur par aayi hoon………. Is baar koi bahana nahin sunungi. Tumhein shadi par aana hai. Bhai ban kar rukhsat karna hai bahen ko.”
Salar ne apni muskurahat zabt karte hue chai ka cup liya.
“Aap fikr na karein, main zaruru aaunga.”
Wo cup niche rakh kar slice par makkhan lagane laga.
“Ye Furqan ka card bhi le kar aayi hoon main……. Usko bhi dene jaana hai.”
Unhein ab Furqan ki yaad sataaney lagi.
“Furqan ko to aaj bhabhi ke sath apne susraal jaana tha. Ab tak nikal chuka hoga. Aap mujhe de dein, main use de dunga.” Salar ne kaha.
“Tum agar bhul gaye to?” wo mutmayin nahin huin.
“Main nahin bhulunga, achcha main phone par usse aap ki baat kara deta hoon.”
Wo ek dam khush ho gayin.
“Haan ye theek hai, tum phone par usse meri baat kara do.”
Salar utha ka rphone usi mez pa le aaya. Furqan ka mobile dial kar ke usne speaker on kar diya aur khud naashta karne laga.
“Furqan! Sayeeda amma aayi hui hain mere paas.”
Furqan ke call receive karne par usne bataya.
“In se baat karo.”
Wo khamush ho gaya ab Furqan aur Sayeeda amma ke darmiyaan baat ho rahi thi.
10 minute baad jab ye guftgu khatm hui to Salar naashta kar chuka tha. Bartan kitchen mein rakhte hue use khayaal aaya.
“Aayi kis ke sath thin aap?” wo bahar nikal aaya.
“Apne bete ke saath.”Sayeeda amma ne itmenaan se kaha.
“Achcha , beta aa gaya aap ka? Chhota wala ya bada wala?”
Salar ne dilchaspi li.
“Main sath walon ke Arshad ki baat kar rahi hoon.”Sayeeda amma ne bey ikhteyaar bura maana.
Salar ne ek gehra saans liya. Use andaza ho gaya tha ke Sayeeda amma ke liye har ladka apna beta aur har ladki apni beti thi. wo bade aaram se rishtey ghad leti thin.
“To wo kahan hai?” Salar ne pucha.
“Wo chala gaya. Motorcycle par aayi hoon uske sath. Aandhi tufaan ki raftaar se chalayi hai usne. 9 baje baithi hoon, purey 10:30 baje idhar pahoncha diya usne. Meri ek nahin suni usne. Saara rasta…….. baar baar yahi kehta raha aahista chala raha hoon. Yahan utaartey waqt kehne laga aap ke sath motorcycle par mera aakhri safar tha. Dobara kahin le kar jaana ho to paida le kar jaunga aap ko……..”
Salar ko hansi aayi. Aadhe ghantey mein tay hone wale raastey ko dedh ghantey mein tay karne wale ki jhunjhlahat ka wo andaza kar sakta tha. Budhon ke sath waqt guzaarna khaasa mushkil kaam tha. Ye wo Sayeeda amma ke saath hone wali pehli mulaqaat mein hi jaan gaya tha.
“To wapas kaise jaayengi? Rashid lene aayega aap ko?”
“Haan, usne kaha to hai ke match khatm hone ke baad aap ko le jaunga. Ab dekho kab aata hai.”
Wo use ek baar phir apni beti aur uske hone wale susraal ke barey mein ittela’aat pahonchaney lagin.
Wo muskuratey hue badi farmaan bardaari se sunta raha.
Is qism ki maalumaat mein use kya dilchaspi ho sakti hti magar Sayeeda amma ab uske sath banking ke barey mein to guftgu nahin kar sakti thin. Unki baatein ratti bhar uski samajh mein nahin aa rahi thin magar wo yun zaahir kar raha tha jaise wo har baat samajh raha ho.
Do paher ka khana us ne unke sath khaya. Usne unke saamne freezer se kuch nikaal kar garam karne ki koshish nahin ki. Wo ek baar phir shadi ke fawaaid aur zarurat par lecture sunna nahin chahta tha. Usne ek restaurant se phone kar ke lunch ka order diya. Ek ghante ke baad khana aa gaya.
Khane ke waqt tak Rashid nahin aaya to Salar ne unki tashweesh ko kam karne ke liya kaha.
“Main gaadi par chhod aata hoon aap ko.”
Wo fauran tayyar ho gayin.
“Haan ye theek hai. Us tarah tum mera ghar bhi dekh loge.”
“Amma ji! Main aap ka ghar jaanta hoon.”
Salar ne car ki chaabi talaash karte hue unhein yaad dilaya.
Aadh ghantey ke baad wo us gali mein tha jahan Sayeeda amma ka ghar tha. Wo gaadi se utar kar unhein andar gali mein darwazey tak chhod gaya. Unhon ne use andar aane ki dawat di, jise unhon ne shukriya ke sath rad kar diya.
“Aaj nahin……… aaj bahot kaam hain.”
Wo apni baat keh kar pachhtaya.
“Bachchey! Isi liye kehti hoon shadi kar lo. Biwi hogi to khud saarey kaam dekhegi. Tum kahin aa jaa sakogey. Ab ye koi zindagi hai ke chhutti ke din bhi ghar ke kaam le kar baithe raho.” Unhon ne afsos bhari nazron se use dekha.
“Ji aap theek keh rahi hain. Ab main jaaun?”
Usne kamaal-e-farmaan bardaari ka muzaahera karte hue unki haan mein haan milaai.
“Haan theek hai jao, magar yaad rakhna shadi par zaroor aana. Furqan se bhi ek baar phir keh dena ke wo bhi aaye aur usko card zaroor pahoncha dena.” Salar ne unke darwazey par lagi hui door bell bajayi aur khuda hafiz kehte hue palta.
Apne peechey usne darwaza khulne ki aawaz suni. Sayeeda amma ab apni beti se kuch keh rahi thin.
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