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.
Dusrey din Dr Sabt Ali shaam 5 baje ke qareeb apne office se aaye the.
“Sahab aap ko apni study mein bula rahe hain.”
Wo us waqt Maryam ke sath kitchen mein thi jab mulaazim ne aakhir use paighaam diya.
“Aao Imama! Baitho.” Study ke darwazey par dastak de kar andar daakhil hone par Dr Sabt Ali ne usse kaha wo apni table ki ek daraaz se kuch papers nikaal rahe the. Wo wahan rakhi ek kursi par baith gayi.
“Aaj main ne kuch maalumaat karwaai hain aap ke barey mein ke aap ke ghar wale aap ki talaash mein kahan tak pahonchey hain aur kya kar rahe hain.”
Unhon ne daraaz band karte hue kaha.
“Ye Salar Sikandar kaun hai?”
Unke agley sawaal ne uske dil ki dhadkan ko chand lamhon ke liye rok diya tha. Wo ab kursi par baithey use baghaur dekh rahe the. Uske chehrey ki faq hoti hui rangat ne unhein bata diya ke wo naam Imama ke liye ajnabi nahin tha.
“Salar……….! Hamarey sath…….. wale……..ghar………mein……… rehta………hai.” Usne ne ataktey hue kaha.
“Usne meri bahot madad ki hai. Ghar se nikalne mein………. Islamabad se Lahore mujhe wahi chhod kar gaya tha.”
Wo daanista ruk gayi.
“Kya uske sath nikaah ke barey mein bhi batana chahiye?” Wo go mago mein thi.
“Aap ke waalid ne uske khilaaf FIR darj karwaai hai, aap ko aghwa karne ke ilzaam mein.”
Imama ke chehrey ki rangat aur zard ho gayi. Use tawaqqo nahin thi ke Salar Sikandar itni jaldi pakda jaayega aur ab uske ghar waale yaqeenan Jalaal Ansar tak bhi pahonch jaayenge aur wo nikaah aur uske baad kya wo yahan aa jaayenge.
“Kya wo pakda gaya?” Bey ikhteyaar uske munh se nikla.
“Nahin……… ye traceout kar liya gaya tha ke wo us raat kisi ladki ke sath Lahore tak aaya tha laikin uska israar hai ke wo aap nahin thin. Koi dusri ladki thi. uski koi girlfriend……… aur usne uska saboot bhi de diya hai.”
Dr Sabt Ali ne daanista taur par ye nahin bataya ke wo ladki koi tawaaif thi.
“Police use giraftaar uske apne waalid ki wajah se nahin kar saki. Uske saboot dene ke bawajood aap ke ghar waalon ka yahi israar hai ke aap ki gumshudgi mein wahi mulawwis hai. Imama! Kais ladka hai Salar Sikandar?”
Dr Sabt ne use tafseel batate hue achaanak pucha.
“Bahot bura.” Bey ikhteyaar ke munh se nikla. “Bahot hi bura.”
“Magar aap to ye keh rahi thin ke usne aap ki bahot madad ki hai……… phir……..”
“Haan, usne meri madad ki hai magar wo bahot burey kirdaar ka ladka hai. Meri madad shayad usne isliye ki hai kyun ke main ne ek baar use first aid di thi. usne khud kushi ki koshish ki thi tab……..aur shayad isliye bhi usne meri madad ki hogi kyun ke mera bhai uska dost hai. Warna wo bahot bura ladka hai. Wo zehni mareez hai. Pata nahin ajeeb baatein karta hai. Ajeeb harkatein kara hai.”
Imama ke zahen mein is waqt uske sath kiye gaye safar ki yaad taaza thi jis mein wo pura raasta jhujhlaahat ka shikaar hoti rahi thi. Dr Sabt Ali ne sar hilaa diya.
“Police aap ki friends se bhi puch guch kar rahi hai aur Sabeeha ke ghar tak bhi police gayi hai. Sabeeha Peshawar se wapas aa gayi hai, magar Maryam ne Sabeeha ko ye nahin bataya ke aap hamare yahan hain. Aap ab Sabeeha se raabta mat karein. Use phone bhi mat karein kyun ke abhi wo uske ghar ko under observation rakhenge aur phone ko bhi wo khaas taur par check karenge, balke aap ab kisi bhi dost se phone par contact mat karna na hi yahan se bahar jaana.”
Unhon ne use hidaayat din.
“Mere paas mobile hai. Us par bhi contact nahin kar sakti?”
Wo chaunkey.
“Aap ka mobile hai?”
“Nahin, usi ladkey Salar ka hai.”
Wo Salar tak pahonch gaye to mobile tak bhi pahonch jaayenge.” Wo baat karte karte ruk gaye.
“Jo call aap ne hamare ghar ki thi, wo uske mobile se ki thi?” Is baar unki aawaz mein kuch tashweesh thi.
“Nahin, wo main ne Sabeeha ke ghar se ki thi.”
“Aap ab us mobile se dobara koi call na karna na call receive karna.”
Wo kuch mutmain ho gaye.
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