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.
“Tumhein pata hai Imama! 9 saal mein kitne din, kitne ghantey , kitney minute hote hain?”
Khamushi toot gayi thi. Uski aawaz mein jism ko chatkha dene wali thandak thi. Imama ne hont bheenchtey hue nalka band kar diya. Wo uske peechey khada tha. Itna qareeb ke mudney ki koshish kari to uska kandha zaroor uske seeney se takra jaata. usne mudney ki koshish nahin ki.
Wo apni gardan ki pusht par uski saans lene ki maddham aawaz sun sakti thi. wo ab uske jawaab ka muntazir tha. Uske paas koi jawaab nahin tha. Sink ke kinaaron par haath jamaye wo nalkey se girtey hue chand aakhri qatron ko dekhti rahi.
“Kya in saalon mein ek baar bhi tum ne mere barey mein socha? Salar ke barey mein?”
Uske sawaal mushkil hote jaa rahe the. Wo ek baar phir chup rahi.
“What is next to ecstasy?” Wo jawaab ka intezaar kiya baghair keh raha tha.
“Tum ne kaha tha pain. Tum ne theek kaha tha, it was pain.”
Wo ek lamhey ke liye ruka.
“Main yahan is ghar mein har jagah tumhein itni baar dekh chuka hoon ke ab tum mere saamney ho to mujhe yaqeen nahin aa raha”
Imama ne sink ke kinaaron ko aur mazbooti se thaam liya. Hathon ki kapkapahat ko rokne ke liye wo aur kuch nahin kar sakti thi.
“Mujhe lagta hai, main koi khwaab dekh raha hoon. Aankhein kholunga to …….. “
Wo ruka. Imama ne aankhein band kar lin.
“To ye sab hoga bas tum nahin hogi. Aankhein band karunga to……..”
Imama ne aankhein khol din. Uske gaal bheeg rahe the.
“To bhi us khwaab mein dobara nahin jaa paunga. Tum wahan bhi nahin hogi. Mujhe tumhein hath lagate dar lagta hai. Hath badhaunga to sab kuch tehleel ho jayega jaise paani mein nazar aane wala aks.”
Wo uske itna qareeb tha ke zara jhukta to uske hont uske baalon ko chhuu jaate magar wo use chhuna nahin chahta tha.
“Aur tum ho kaun Imama……..? Aamna………? Mera wahem……..? Ya phir koi mojeza……..?”
“Kya main tumhein ye bataun ke mujhe ……….. mujhe tum se ………”
Wo kuch kehte kehte ruk gaya. Imama ki aankhon se nikalne wala paani uske chehrey ko bhigota hua uski thoodi se tapak raha tha. Wo kyun ruka tha, wo nahin jaanti thi magar use zindagi mein kabhi khamushi itni buri nahin lagi thi jitni is waqt lag rahi thi. wo bahot der tak khamush raha. Itni der ke wo use palat kar dekhne par majboor ho gayi aur tab use pata chal ke wo kyun khamush ho gaya tha. Uska chehra bhi bheega hua tha.
Wo donon zindagi mein pehli baar ek dusrey ko itne qareeb se dekh rahe the. Itne qareeb ke wo ek dusrey ki aankhon mein nazar aane wale apne apne aks ko bhi dekh sakte the. Phir Salar ne nazrein churaaney ki koshish ki thi.
Wo apne hath se apne chehrey ko saaf kar raha tha.
“Tum mujh se aur main tum se kya chhupayein Salar! Sab kuch to jaante hain ham ek dusrey ke barey mein.”
Imama ne maddham aawaz mein kaha. Salar ne hath rok kar sar uthaya.
“Main kuch nahin chhupa raha. Main aansuon ko saaf kar raha hoon taa ke tumhein achchi tarah dekh sakun. Tum phir kisi dhund mein lipti hui nazar na aao.”
Wo uske kaan ki lau mein latakney wale un motiyon ko dekh raha tha jinhein usne bahot saal pehle bhi dekha tha. Farq sirf ye tha ke aaj wo bahot qareeb the. Ek baar in motiyon ne use bahot rulaya tha. Wo moti aaj bhi rula rahe the. Apne har halkorey ke sath, wahem se jumbish, jumbish se wahem bante hue.
Wo apne kaanon ki lavon par uski mehwiyat mehsoos kar rahi thi.
“Main ne kabhi socha nahin tha ke tumhare itne qareeb khade ho kar tum se baat karungi.”
Wo Muskuraya laikin nam aankhon ke sath…… Imama ne uske dayen gaal mein chand lamhon ke liye ubharney wala gadha dekha. Muskuratey hue uske sirf ek gaal mein dimple padta tha, dayen gaal mein aur 9 saal pehle Imama ko us dimple se bhi badi jhunjhlahat hoti thi. 9 saam ke baad is dimple ne pehli baar ajeeb se andaz mein use apni taraf kheencha tha.
“Main ne kabhi ye nahin socha tha ke main kabhi tumhare kaan mein maujood earrings ko hath lagaunga aur tum ………. “
Wo ab uske dayen kaan mein halkorey lete hue moti ko apni ungliyon ki poron se rok raha tha.
“Aur tum………. Tum mujhe ek thappad nahin kheench marogi.”
Imama ne bey yaqeeni se use dekha. Salar ke chehrey par koi muskurahat nahin thi. agley lamhey wo geeley chehrey ke sath bey ikhteyaar hansi thi. Uska chehra surkh hua tha.
“Tumhein abhi bhi wo thappad yaad hai. Wo ek reflex action tha aur kuch nahin.”
Imama ne hath ki pusht se apne bheegey gaalon ko saaf kiya. Wo ek baar phir muskuraya. Dimple ek baar phir namudaar hua. Usne bahot aahistagi se apne donon hathon mein uske hath thaam liye.
“Tum janna chahte ho ke main itne saal kahan rahi, kya karti rahi, mere barey mein sab kuch?”
Wo nafi mein sar hilaatey hue uske donon hath apne seeney par rakh raha tha.
“Main kuch nahin jaanna chahta, kuch bhi nahin. Tumhare liye ab mere paas koi aur sawaal nahin hai. Mere liye yahi kaafi hai ke tum mere saamne khadi ho, mere saamne to ho. Mera jaisa aadmi kisi se kya tehqeeq karega.”
Imama ke hath Salar ke seeney par uske hathon ke nichey dabey the. Paani ne uske hathon ko sard kar diya tha. Wo jaanti thi wo kuch uske hath apni seeney par rakhe hue tha. Laa shaoori taur par wo uske hathon ki thandak khatm karne ki koshish kar raha tha. Bilkul usi tarah jis tarah koi bada kisi bachhey ke sard hathon mein hararat paida karne ki koshish karta hai.
Uske seeney par hath rakhe wo sweater ke nichey se uske dil ki dhadkan ko mehsoos kar sakti thi. wo bey tarteeb thi. tez……. Pur josh …….. kuch kehti hui ……… kuch kehne ki koshish karti hui ……….. Uske seeney par hath rakhe hue wo us waqt uske dil tak pahonchi hui thi, use shubah nahin tha.
Wo shakhs usse mohabbat karta tha, kyun karta tha? Uska jawaab saamne khada hua shakhs bhi nahin de sakta tha. Usne us shakhs se ye sawaal kiya bhi nahin tha. Salar ki aankhein pur sukoon andaz mein band thin. Na bhi hotin tab bhi un aankhon ke dekhte hue ab use koi uljhan nahin ho rahi thi. un aankhon mein jo kuch 9 saal pehle tha, ab nahin tha. Jo ab tha wo 9 saal pehle nahin tha.
“Ham kya hain, hamari mohabbatein kya hain, kya chahte hain, kya paate hain.”
Uski aankhon mein ek baar phir nami utarney lagi thi.
“Jalaal Ansar………. Aur Salar Sikandar …….. khwaab se haqeeqat ………. Haqeeqat se khwaab ……….. zindagi kya iske siwa aur kuch hai?”
Imama ne aahistagi se apne hath kheenchey. Salar ne aankhein khol din. Ui aankhon mein ek saaniye ke liye ubharney wale ta’assur ko sirf wahi pehchaan sakti thi.
Pareshani, izteraab, khauf……. Teenon me se kuch tha. Imama ne ek nazar uske chehrey ko dekha phir siyaad sweater ke gale se bahar nikle hue safed collars ko dekha. Kuch kahe baghair bahot narmi ke sath uski gardan ke gird baazu hamaail karte hue usne Salar ke seeney par sar rakh kar aankhein band kar lin. Usne pehli baar Salar ke cologne ki halki si mahek ko mehsoos kiya. 9 saal pehle wo bahot tez qism ke perfumes istemaal karta tha. 9 saal baad………..?
Salar saakit tha. Yun jaise use yaqeen nahin aaya ho. Chand lamhon ke baad usne badi narmi ke sath Imama ke gird baazu phaila diye.
“I am honoured.”
Imama ne maddham aawaz mein use kehte suna wo uski band aankhon ko narmi se choom raha tha.
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