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.
“Abhi aur kitni der ise yahan rakhna padega?”
“Zyada der nahin, jaise hi hosh aata hai ham dobara check up karenge , phir discharge kar denge. Zyada shadeed qism ki injuries nahin hain. Bas ghar mein kuch dinon tak mukammal taur par rest karna padega.
Uska zahen laa sha’oor se sha’oor ka safar tay kar raha tha. Pehle jo sirf be maani aawazein thin ab wo unhein mafhoom pehna raha tha. Aawazon ko pehchaan raha tha. Un mein se ek aawaz Sikandar Usman ki thi. Dusri yaqeenan kisi doctor ki. Salar ne aahista aahista aankhein khol din. Uski aankhein ek dam chundhiyaa gayi thin. Kamrey mein bahot tez raushni thi, kam az kam use aisa hi laga tha. Wo unke family doctor ka private clinic tha. Wo ek baar pehle bhi yahan aise hi ek kamrey mein reh chuka tha aur ye pehchanne ke liye ek nazar hi kaafi thi, uska zahen bilkul saheeh kaam kar raha tha.
Jism ke mukhtalif hisson mein hone wale dard ka ehsaas use phir hone laga tha. Iske bawajood ke ab wo ek bahot narm aur aaraam dah bistar mein tha.
Uske jism par wo libaas nahin tha jo usne us sarkaari hospital mein pehna tha, jahan use le jaaya gaya tha. Wo ek aur libaas mein malboos tha aur yaqeenan uske jism ko paani ki madad se saaf bhi kiya gaya tha kyun ke use aadhe baazuon wali shirt se jhaanktey apne baazuon par kahin bhi mitti ya gard nazar nahin aa rahi thi. Uski kalaaiyon ke gird pattiyaan bandhi hui thin aur uske baazuon par chote chote bahot se nishaanaat the. Baazu aur haath sooje hue the. Wo andaaza kar sakta tha ke aise hi bahot se nishaanaat uske chehrey aur jism ke dusre hisson par bhi honge. Use apni ek aankh bhi sooji hui mehsoos ho rahi thi aur uske jabdey bhi dukh rahe the magar usse bhi zyada bura haal galey ka tha. Uske baazu mein ek drip lagi hui thi jo ab taqreeban khatm hone wali thi.
Pehli baar usko hosh mein doctor ne hi dekha tha. Wo unka family doctor nahin tha. Shayad uske saath kaam karne wala koi physician tha. Usne Sikandar ko uski taraf mutawajjah kiya.
“Hosh aa gaya hai?” Salar ne ek sofe par baithi Tayyaba ko apni taraf badhte dekha magar Sikandar aage nahin aaye the. Doctor ab uske paas aa kar uski nabz check kar raha tha.
“Ab tum kaisa mehsoos kar rahe ho?”
Salar jawaab mein kuch kehna chahta magar uske halaq se aawaz nahin nikal saki. Wo sirf munh khol kar reh gaya. Doctor ne ek baar phir apna sawaal dohraya , Salar ne takiye par Rakha hua apna sar nafi mein hilaaya. “Bolne ki koshish karo.” Doctor shayad pehle hi uske galey ke problem ke barey mein jaanta tha. Salar ne ek baar phir nafi mein sar hila diya. Doctor ne nurse ke haath mein pakdi hui tray se ek torch numaa aala uthaya.
“Munh kholein.” Salar ne dukhtey jabdon ke saath apna munh khol diya. Doctor kuch der uske halaq ka mo’aaina karta raha phir usne torch band kar di.
“Galey ma tafseeli check up karna padega.” Usne mud kar Sikandar Usman ko bataya phir usne ek writing pad aur pen Salar ki taraf badhaya. Nurse tab tak uske baazu mein lagi drip utaar chuki thi.
“Uth kar baitho aur batao kya hua hai galey ko.” Use uth kar baithne mein koi diqqat nahin hui. Nurse ne takiya uske peeche rakh diya tha aur wo writing pad haath mein liye sochta raha.
“Kya hua tha galey ko, jism ko, dimaagh ko.” Wo kuch bhi likhne ke qaabil nahin tha. Sooji hui ungliyon mein pakde pen ko wo dekhta raha. Use aad tha ke uske saath kya hua tha.use apni wo cheekhein yaad aa rahi thin jinhon ne ab use bolne ke qaabil nahin chhoda tha. Kya likha jaaye ye ke mujhe ek pahaad par saari cheezein chheen kar baandh diya gaya tha yap hir ye ke mujhe chand ghanton ke liye zinda qabr mein utaar diya gaya tha taa ke mujhe sawaalon ka jawaab mil jaaye.
“What is next to ecstasy?”
Wo safed saaf kaaghaz ko dekhta raha phir usne mukhtasar se tehreer mein apne saath hone wala waaqeya tehreer kar diya. Doctor ne writing pad pakad kar ek nazar un 7-8 jumlon par daali aur phir use Sikandar Usman ki taraf badha diya.
“Aap ko chahiye ke fauri taur par police se raabta karein, taa ke car bar-aamad ki jaa sakey, pehle hi kaafi der ho gayi hai. Pata nahin wo gaadi kahan se kahan le jaa chuke honge.” Doctor ne hamdardaana andaaz mein Sikandar ko mashwara diya. Sikandar ne writing pad par ek nazar daali.
“Haan, main police se contact karta hoon.” Phir kuch der un donon ke darmiyaan uske galey ke check up ke silsiley mein baat hoti rahi phir doctor nurse ke hamraah bahar nikal gaya. Uske bahar nikalte hi Sikandar Usman ne haath mein pakda hua writing pad Salar ke seeney par de maara.
“Ye jhoot ka palinda apne paas rakho…….. tum kya samajhte ho ke ab main tumhari kisi baat par aitbaar karunga, nahin kabhi nahin.”
Sikandar bey had mushtail the.”
“Ye bhi tumhara koi naya adventure hoga, khud kushi ki koi nayi koshish.”
Wo kehna chahta tha. “For god’s sake……..aisa nahin hai.” Magar wo goongon ki tarah unka chehra dekhta raha.
“Main kya kahun doctor se ke isko aadat hai aise tamaashon aur aisi harkaton ki, ye paida hi un kaamon ke liye hua hai.”
Salar ne Sikandar Usman ko kabhi is had tak mushtail nahin dekha tha, shayad wo waqai ab usse tang aa chuke the. Tayyaba khamushi se paas khadi thin.
“Har saal ek naya tamasha, ek nayi musibat, aakhir tumhein paida kar ke kya gunaah kar baithe hain ham.”
Sikandar Usman ko yaqeen tha ye bhi uske kisi naye adventure ka hissa tha. Jo ladka 4 baar khud ko maarne ki koshish kar sakta tha uske haath paaon par maujood un zakhmon ko koi dakaiti qaraar nahin de sakta tha wo bhi is soorat mein jab us waqaye ka koi gawaah nahin tha.
Salr ko “Sher aaya, sher aaya.” wali kahani yaad aayi. Baaz kahaaniyaan waqai sachi hoti hain. Wo baar baar jhoot bol kar ab apna aitbaar ganwa chuka tha. Shayad wo sab kuch hi ganwa chuka tha. Apni izzat, khud aitmaadi, ghuroor, fakhr, har cheez…….. wo kisi paataal main pahonch gaya tha.
“Koi naya drama kiya bade din guzar gaye the tumhein to tum ne socha maan baap ko mehroom kyun rakhun, inhein zaleel-o-khwaar kiye hue bada arsa ho gaya hai. Ab nayi takleef deni chahiye.”
“Ho sakta hai Sikandar! Ye theek keh raha ho. Aap police ko gaadi ke barey mein ittelaa to dein.”
Ab Tayyab writing pad par likhi hui tehreer padhe ke baad Sikandar se keh rahi thin.
“Ye theek keh raha hai? Kabhi aaj tak theek kaha hai isne, mujhe is bakwaas ke ek lafz par bhi yaqeen nahin hai.”
“Tumhara ye beta kisi din mujhe apni kisi harkat ki wajah se phaansi par Chadha dega aur tum keh rahi ho police ko ittelaa doon, apna mazaaq banwaun. Car ke sath bhi kuch na kuch kiya hoga isne, bech di hogi kisi ko ya kahin phenk aaya hoga.”
Wo ab use waqai gaaliyaan de rahe the. Usne kabhi unhein gaaliyaan dete hue nahin suna tha. Wo sirf daanta karte the aur wo unki daant par bhi mushtail ho jaaya karta tha. Chaaron bhaiyon mein wo waahid tha jo maan baap ki daant sunne ka bhi rawadaar nahin tha aur usse baat karte hue Sikandar bahot mohtaat hua karte the kyun ke wo kisi bhi baat par mushtail ho jaaya karta tha, magar aaj pehli dafa Salar ko unki gaaliyon par bhi ghussa nahin aaya tha.
Wo andaaz kar sakta tha ke usne unhein kis had tak zich kar diya hai. Wo pehli baar us bed par baithe apne maan baap ki haalat ko samajhne ki koshish kar raha tha. Kya cheez thi jo unhon ne use nahin di thi. Uske munh se nikalne se pehle wo uski farmaaish poori kar dene ke aadi the aur wo uske badley mein unhein kya deta raha tha. Kya de raha tha, zehni aziyyat, pareshani, takleef, uske alawa uske bahen bhaiyon mein se kisi ne unke liye koi pareshaani nahin khadi ki thi. Sirf ek wo tha jo……..
“Kisi din tumhari wajah se ham donon ko khud kushi karni padegi. Tumhein tab hi sukoon milega, sirf tab hi chain aayega tumhein.”
Pichli raat us pahaad par is tarah bandhe hue use pehli baar unki yaad aayi thi. Pehli baar use pata chala tha ke use unki kitni zaroorat thi, wo unke baghair kya karega, uske liye unke alawa kaun pareshaan hoga.
Use Sikandar ke lafzon se zindagi mein pehli baar koi be izzati mehsoos nahin ho rahi thi wo hamesha se Sikandar ke zyada qareeb raha tha aur uske sab se zyada jhagdey bhi un hi ke saath hote rehte the.
“Mera dil chah raha hai ke main dobara kabhi tumhari shakl tak naa dekhun. Tumhein dobara wahin phinkwa doon jis jagah ke barey mein tum jhoot bol rahe ho.”
“Ab bas karo Sikandar.” Tayyaba ne unko toka.
“main bas karun……. Ye kyun bas nahin karta, kabhi to taras khaa ley ye ham logon par aur apni harkatein chod dey. Kya is par ye farz kar ke use zameen par utaara gaya tha ke ye hamaari zindagi azaab bana dey.”
Sikandar Tayyaba ki baat par mazeed mushtail ho gaye.
“Abhi wo police wale bayaan lene aa jayenge, jinhon ne use sadak par pakda tha. Ye bakwaas pesh karenge unke saamne ke is bechaarey ko kisi ne loot liya hai. Acha to ye hota ke is baar waqai koi use loot’ta aur use pahaad se niche phenkta taa ke meri jaan chhoot jaati.”
Salar be ikhteyaar sisakney laga. Sikandar aur Tayyab bhonchka reh gaye, wo apne dono haath jodey ro raha tha. Wo zindagi mein pehli baar use rota dekha rahe the aur wo bhi haath jodey, wo kya kar raha tha? Kya chah raha tha? Kya bata raha tha? Sikandar Usman bilkul saakit the, Tayyaba us ke qareeb bed par baith gayin, unhon ne Salar ko apne saath lagaatey hue thapakney ki koshish ki. Wo bachchon ki tarah unse lipat gaya.
Uski paainti ki taraf khade Sikandar Usman ko achaanak ehsaas hua ke shayad is baar wo jhoot nahin bol raha. Shayad uske saath waqai koi haadsa hua tha. Wo Tayyaba ke saath lipta nanhe bachchon ki tarah hichkiyon se ro raha tha. Tayyaba use chup karate karate khud bhi rone lagin. Wo choti choti baaton par to kya badi badi baaton par bhi roney ka aadi nahin tha, phir aaj kya hua tha ke uske aansu nahin ruk rahe the.
Usse door khade Sikandar Usman ke dil ko kuch hone laga.
“Agar ye saari raat waqai wahan bandha raha tha to………?”
Wo saari raat uske intezaar mein jaagtey rahe aur bigadtey rahe the. Unka khayaal tha ke wo gaadi le kar phir kahin Lahore ya kahin aur aawara gardi ke liya chala gaya hoga. Unhein tashweesh ho rahi thi magar wo Salar ki harkaton se waqif he. Isliye tashweesh se zyada ghussa tha aur dhaai teen baje ke qareeb wo soney ke liye chale gaye the ab unhein phone par police ki taraf se ye ittelaa mili.
Wo hospital pahonche the aur unhon ne use wahan bahot abtar haalat mein dekha tha magar wo yaqeen karne par tayyar nahin the ke uske saath koi haadsa hua tha. Wo jaante the wo khud ko aziyyat pahoncha raha tha. Jo shakhs apni kalaayi kaat le, one way ko todtey hue traffic ki bheed mein apni bike de maarey, sleeping pills le le, apne aap ko baandh kar paani mein ulta kood jaaye, uske liye ek baar phir apni ye haalat karna kya mushkil tha.
Uska jism keedon ke kaatne ke nishaanaat se bhara hua tha. Baaz jaghon par neelaahat thi. Uske pair bhi buri tarah zakhmi the. Haathon ki kalaaiyon, gardan aur pusht ka bhi yahi haal tha aur uske jabdon par bhi kharaashein padi hui thin. Iske bawajood Sikandar Usman ko yaqeen tha ke ye sab kuch uski apni kaarastaani hogi.
Shayad wo is waqt bolne ke qaabil hota aur wazahatein pesh karta to wo kabhi bhi us par yaqeen nahin karte magar use is tarah hichkiyon ke saath rotey dekh kar unhein yaqeen aane laga tha ke wo sach keh raha tha.
Wo kamrey se bahar nikal gaye aur unhon ne mobile par police se raabta kiya. Ek ghantey baad unhein pata chal gaya ke surkh rang ki ek sports car pakdi jaa chuki hai aur uske saath do ladke bhi. Police ne ek maamul ki checking ke dauraan license aur gaadi ke kaaghzaat na hone par ghabra jaane pa pakda tha. Unhon ne abhi tak ye nahin bataya tha ke unhon ne gaadi kahin se chheeni thi, wo sirf yahi kehte rah eke wo gaadi unhein kahin mili thi aur sirf shauq aur tajassus se majboor ho kar chalane lage. Choon ke police ke paas abhi tak kisi gaadi ki FIR bhi darj nahin karayi gayi thi isliye unke bayaan ki tasdeeq mushkil thi.
Magar Sikandar Usman ki FIR ke kuch der baad hi unhein car ke barey mein pata chal gaya tha. Ab wo saheeh maanon me Salar ke barey mein tashweesh ka shikaar hue the.
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