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.
Multan mein apne qayaam ke dauraan bhi usne Salar ko kabhi apne zahen se faramosh nahin kiya tha. Taalim ka silsila baqaaida taur par shuru karne ke baad wo ek baar usse raabta karna chahti thi aur agar wo phir use talaaq dene se inkaar kar deta to wo bil aakhir Dr Sabt Ali ko is tamaam maamley ke barey mein bata dena chahti thi.
Aur Salar se raabta usne BSc ke imtehanaat se faarigh hone ke baad Lahore aane se pehle kiya tha. Apne paas maujood Salar ke mobile ka istemaal wo bahot pehle tark kar chuki thi.
Wo nahin jaanti thi ke 2 saal ke arsey mein Salar dobara usi mobile ka istemaal karna shuru kar chuka hai ya phir us naye number ko istemaal kar raha tha jo usne apna mobile de dene ke baad diya tha.
Ek PCO se usne sab se pehle uska naya number dial kiya. Wo number kisi ke istemaal mein nahin tha. Phir usne apne paas maujood mobile ke number ko dial kiya……… wo number bhi kisi ke istemaal mein nahin tha. Iska waazeh matlab yahi tha ke ab wo koi aur number liye hue the aur wo number uske paas nahin tha.
Usne bil aakhir ghar ka number dial kiya. Kuch der tak bell hoti rahi, phir phone utha liya gaya.
“Hello…….!” Kisi aurat ne dusri taraf se kaha.
“Hello! Main Salar Sikandar se baat karna chahti hoon.”Imama ne kaha.
“Salar sahab se…….. aap kaun bol rahi hain?”
Imama ko achanak mehsoos hua jaise us aurat ke lehjey mein ek dam tajassus paida hua tha.
Imama ko pata nahin kyun uski aawaz shanaasa lagi. Isse pehle ke wo kuch kehti, achanak us aurat ne badi pur josh aawaz mein kaha.
“Imama bibi! Aap Imama bibi hain?”
Ek curret kha kar Imama ne bey ikhteyaar cradle daba diya. Wo kaun thi jis ne use sirf aawaz se pehchaan liya tha. Itne saalon baad bhi ……… aur itni jaldi…….. wo bhi Salar Sikandar ke ghar par………
Kuch der uske hath kaanptey rahe. Wo PCO ke andar wale cabin mein thi aur kuch der receiver usi tarah hath mein liye baithi rahi.
“Jo bhi ho mujhe darne ki zarurat nahin. Main Islamabad se itni dur hoon ke yahan mujh tak koi nahin pahonch sakta. Mujhe khauf zadah hone ki zarurat nahin.”
Usne socha aur PCO ke maalik ko ek baar phir call milaane ko kaha.
Phone ki ghanti bajney par is baar phir phone utha liya gaya tha. Magar is baar bolne wala koi mard tha aur wo Salar nahin tha. Ye wo aawaz sunte hi jaan gayi thi.
“Main Salar Sikandar se baat karna chahti hoon.”
“Aap Imama Hashim hain?”
Mard ne khurduri aawaz mein kaha. Is baar Imama ko koi shock nahin laga.
“Ji…….” Dusri taraf khamushi chha gayi.
“Aap unse meri baat karwa dein.”
“Ye mumkin nahin hai.” Dusri taraf se kaha gaya.
“Kyun?”
“Salar zindagi nahin hai.”
“Kya?” Bey ikhteyaar Imama ke halaq se nikla.
“Wo mar gaya?”
“Haan………”
“Kab……?”
Is baar mard khamush raha.
“Aap se aakhri baar uska raabta kab hua tha?”
Uske sawaal ka jawaab dene ke bajaye us aadmi ne kaha.
“Chand saal pehle ………. Dhaai saal pehle.”
“Ek saal pehle uski death hui hai. Aap ……”
Imama ne kuch bhi aur sunne se pehle phone band kar diya. Kuch kehne aur sunne ki zarurat nahin thi. wo aazad ho chuki thi. wo jaanti thi ke ek insaan ke taur par use uski maut par afsos hona chahiye tha magar use koi afsos nahin tha. Agar usne ne is tarah talaaq dene se inkaar nahin kiya hota to yaqeenan uske liye dukh mehsoos karti magar is waqt dhaai saal ke baad use bey ikhteyaar sukoon aur khushi ka ehsaas ho raha tha. Wo talwaar jo uske sar se latki hui thi wo ghayab ho chuki thi.
Use ab Dr Sabt Ali ko kuch bhi batane ki zarurat nahin thi . wo saheeh maanon mein aazad ho chuki thi. wo uska wahan hostel mein aakhri din tha aur us raat usne Salar Sikandar ke liye bakhshish ke liye dua ki.
Wo uski maut ke baad use maaf kar chuki thi aur wo uski maut par bey panaah khush thi.
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