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.
Sikandar Usman us din seh paher ke qareeb Islamabad aate hue gaadi ka tyre puncture hone par sadak par ruk gaye the. Driver tyre badalne laga aur wo sadak ke atraaf nazrein daudaaney lage. Tab unki nazar ek sign board par padi. Wahan likhe hue gaon ke naam ne unki tawajjoh apni jaanib mabzool kar li. Salar Sikandar ke hawaaley se wo naam unke liye naa aashna nahin tha.
Driver jab tyre badal kar wapas driving seat par aa kar baitha to Sikandar Usman ne usse kaha.
“Is gaon mein chalo.” Unhein achaanak tajassus paida hua tha. Us schol ke barey mein jo Salar Sikandar pichhley kai saalon se wahan chala raha tha.
Pakki sadak par tez reftaari se gaadi chalate hue 10 minute mein wo gaon ke andar maujood the. Aabadi shuru ho chuki thi. Kachchi pakki dukaanein nazar aane lagi thin. Shayad ye gaon ka commercial area tha.
“Yahan niche utar kar kisi se pucho Salar Sikandar ka school kahan hai.” Sikandar Usman ne driver ko hidayat di. Us waqt unhein yaad aaya tha ke usne kabhi unke saamne school ka naam nahin liya tha aur jahan unki gaadi maujood thi wahan aas paas kisi school ke aasaar nazar nahin aa rahe the. Gaon ke logon ke liye chand saal pehle Sikandar Usman ki gaadi bey had ishteyaaq ya tajassus ka ba’as banti magar pichhley kuch saalon mein Sikandar aur Furqan ki wajah se wahan waqtan fawaqtan gaadiyon ki aamad hoti rehti thi. Ye pehle ki tarah unke liye tajjub angez nahin rahi thi magar wo gaadi wahan se hamesha ki tarah guzar jaane ki bajaye jab wahi khadi ho gayi to ek dam logon mein tajassus paida hua.
Sikandar Usman ki hidayat par driver niche utar kar paas ki ek dukaan ki taraf gaya aur wahan baithe chand logon se school ke barey mein puchne laga.
“Yahan Salar Sikandar sahab ka koi school hai?” Alaik salaik ke baad usne pucha.
“Haan ji hai……….. ye isi sadak par aage dayen taraf mudney par badi si imaarat hai.” Ek aadmi ne bataya.
“Aap unke koi dost hain?” Us aadmi ne jawaab ke sath sath sawaal bhi kiya.
“Nahin main unke waalid ke saath aaya hun.”
“Waalid?” us aadmi ke munh se bey saakhta nikla aur wahan baithe hue tamaam log ek dam Sikandar Usman ki gaadi ki taraf dekhne lage. Phir us aadmi ne utha kar driver se hath milaya.
“Salar sahab ke waalid aaye hain, badi khush qismati ki baat hai.” Us aadmi ne kaha aur phir driver ke sath gaadi ki taraf aane laga. Wahan baithe hue baaqi log bhi maamul ki tarah uske peechey aaye.
Sikandar Usman ne dur se unhein ek group ki shakl mein apni taraf aate dekha to kuch uljhan ka shikaar ho gaye. Driver ke peechey aane wale aadmi ne badi aqeedat mandi ke sath khidki se apna hath aage badhaya. Sikandar Usman ne kuch tazabzub ke aalam mein usse hath milaya jab ke us aadmi mein bade josh-o-kharosh se donon hathon ke sath usse musaafha kiya. Us ke sath aane wale dusrey aadmin bhi ab yahi kar rahe the. Sikandar kuch uljhan ke andaz mein unse hath mila rahe the.
“Aap se mil kar badi khushi hui sahab.” Pehle adhed umr aadmi ne aqeedat bharey andaz mein kaha.
“Aap ke liye chai laayein ya bottle……..?” wo aadmi usi josh-o-kharosh se puch raha tha. Driver ab gaadi start kar chuka tha.
“Nahin………koi zarurat nahin. Bas raasta hi puchna tha.” Unhon ne jaldi se kaha.
Driver ne gaadi aagey badha di. Wo aadmi aur uske sath dusrey log wahin khade gaadi ko aage jaate dekhte rahe phir us aadmi ne qadrey maayusi se sar hilaya.
“Salar sahab ki aur baat hai.”
“Haan Salar sahab ki aur baat hai. Wo kabhi kuch khaye piye baghair yahan se is tarah nahin jaate the.” Ek dusrey aadmi ne taaeed ki. Wo log ab wapas qadam badhane lage.
Salar gaon mein maujood un chand dukaanon ke paas hi apni gaadi kar diya karta tha aur phir wahan maujood logon se milte unki pesh ki hui chhoti moti cheezein khata peeta wahan se paidal 10 minute mein apne school chala jaata. wo log maayus hue the. Sikandar Usman ne to gaadi se utarne tak ka takalluf nahin kiya tha, khana peena to dur ki baat thi.
Gaadi ab mod mud rahi thi aur mod mudteyhi driver se mazeeh kuch kehte kehte Sikandar Usman khamush ho gaye. Pichhli seat par baithe wind screen ke paar nazar aane wali wasee-o-areez imaarat un chhotey chhotey kachche pakke makaanon aur khule kheton ke darmiyaan dur se bhi hairat mein daalne ke liye kaafi thi. Sikandar ko andaza nahin tha ke wo wahan itna bada school chala raha tha magar unki dam bakhud us school ki dur tak phaili hui imaarat ne nahin kiya tha balke school ki taraf jaati hui sadak par lage sign board ne kiya jis par teer ke ek nishaan ke upar jali huroof mein Urdu mein tehreer tha, “Sikandar Usman High School”. Driver gaadi school ke saamne rok chuka tha.
Sikandar Usman ne gaadi se utar kar us imaarat ke gate ke paar imaarat ke maathey par chamaktey hue apne naam ko dekha, unki aankhon mein halki si nami tair gayi. Salar Sikandar ne ek baar phir unhein kuch bolne ke qaabil nahin rakha tha. Gate band tha magar uske dusri taraf chaukidaar maujood tha jo gaadi ko wahan rukte dekh kar gate khol raha tha. Driver jab tak gaadi se utra, chaukidaar bahar aa gaya.
“Sahab shaher se aaye hain zara school dekhna chahte hain.” Driver ne chaukidaar se kaha. Sikandar Usman hanooz us school par lage apne naam ko dekh rahe the.
“Salar sahab ke hawaaley se aaye hain?” Chaukidaar na pucha.
“Nahin……..” Driver ne bila tawaqquf kaha. “Waise aaye hain.” Sikandar Usman ne pehli baar apni nazrein hata kar driver aur phir chaukidaar ko dekha.
“Main Salar Sikandar ka baap hoon.” Sikandar Usman ne mustehkam magar bharrayi hui aawaz mein kaha. Driver ne hairaani se unko dekha. Chaukidaar ek dam baukhla gaya.
“Aap…………aap Sikandar Usman sahab hain?” Sikandar kuch kahe baghair mechanical andaaz mein gate ki taraf badh gaye.
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