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.
Sadak par gehma gehmi na hone ke barabar thi. raat tezi se guzarti jaa rahi thi. gehri dhund ek baar phir har cheez ko apne hisaar mein le rahi thi.
Sadak par jalne wali street lights ki raushni dhund ko cheertey hue us balcony ki taareeki ko dur karne ki koshish kar rahi thi jahan mundair ke paas ek stool par Salar baitha hua tha. Mundair par uske saamne coffee ka ek mug pada hua tha, jis mein se uthney wali garm bhaap dhund ke pas-e-manzar mein ajeeb si shaklein banane mein masroof thin aur wo ……….. wo seeney par donon haath lapetey yak tuk niche sunsaan sadak ko dekh raha tha jo dhund ke us ghilaaf mein bahot ajeeb nazar aa rahi thi.
Raat ke 10 baj rahe the aur wo chand minute pehle hi ghar pahoncha tha. Sayeeda amma ke ghar nikaah ke baad wo wahan ruka nahin tha. Use wahan ajeeb si wehshat ho rahi thi. wo gaadi le kar bey maqsad shaam se raat tak sadkon par phirta raha. Uska mobile off tha. Wo bairooni duniya se is waqt koi raabta nahin karna chahta tha. Mobile on hota to Furqan usse raabta karta. Bahot si wazaahatein pesh karne ki koshish karta ya Dr Sabt Ali raabta karte aur uska shukriya adaa karna chahte.
Wo ye donon cheezein nahin chahta tha. Wo is waqt mukammal khamushi chahta tha. Uththi hui bhaap ko dekhte hue us ne ek baar phir chand ghantey pehle ke waaqe’aat ke barey mein socha. Sab kuch ek khwaab ki tarah lag raha tha.kaash khwaab hi hota. Use wahan baithe kai maah pehle Haram paak mein maangi jaane wali dua yaad aayi.
“To kya use meri zindagi se nikaal dene ka faisla hua hai?” Usne takleef so socha.
“To phir ye aziyyat bhi khatm honi chahiye. Main ne is aziyyat se rihaai bhi to maangi thi. main ne uski yaadon se faraar bhi to chaha tha.” Usne ne mundair par rakha garm coffee ka cup apne sard haathon mein thaam liya.
“To Imama Hashim tum meri zindagi se hamesha hamesha ke liye nikal gayin.”
Usne coffee ki talkhi apne andar utaari.
“Aur ab kya main pachhtaun ke kaash main kabhi Sayeeda amma ko us sadak par na dekh pata ya main unko lift na deta. Unka ghar mil jaata aur main unhein wahan drop kar ke wapas aa jaata. unko apne ghar naa lata, na rawabit badhtey, na wo us shadi par mujhe bulaatin ya phir kaash main aaj Karachi mein hi na hota. Yahan hota hi nahin ya main mobile off kar ke sota. Phone ka receiver utaar kar rakh deta. Furqan ki call receive hi na karta ya phir kaash main Dr Sabt Ali ko na jaanta hota ke unke kehne par mujhe majboor hona padta ya phir shayad mujhe tasleem kar lena chahiye ke Imama mere liye nahin hai.”
Us ne coffee ka mug dobara mundair par rakh diya. Usne donon hath apne chehrey par pherey, phir jaise koi khayaal aane par apna wallet nikaal liya. Wallet ki ek jeb se us ne ek teh shudah kaaghaz nikaal kar khol liya.
Dear Uncle Sikandar!
Mujhe aap ke bete ki maut ke barey mein jaan kar bahot afsos hua. Meri wajah se aap logon ko chand saal bahot pareshaani ka saamna karna pada, main uske liye maazrat khwaah hoon. Mujhe Salar ko kuch raqm ada karni thi. wo main aap ko bhijwa rahi hoon.
Khuda Hafiz
Imama Hashim
Us ne 9 maah mein kitni baar us kaghaz ko padha tha use yaad nahin tha. Us kaghaz ko chhutey hue use us kaghaz mein Imama ka lams mehsoos hota tha. Uske hath se likha hua apna naam …….. kaghaz par tehreer un chand jumlon mein uske liye koi apnaaiyat nahin thi. wo ye bhi jaanta tha ke Imama ko uski maut ki khabar par bhi koi afsos nahin hua tha. Wo khabar uske liye dhaai saal baad rihaai ka paighaam ban kar aayi thi. use kaise afsos ho sakta hai laikin iske bawajood wo chand jumley uske liye bahot ahem ho gaye the.
Usne kaghaz par likhe jumlon par apni ungliyaan pherin. Usne aakhir mein likhe Imama Hashim ke naam ko chhua…… phir kaghaz ko dobara si tarah teh kar ke wallet mein rakh liya.
Mundair par rakh coffee mug thanda ho chuka tha.Salar ne baaqi ki thandi coffee ko ek ghont mein apne andar undel liya.
Dr Sabt Ali ek haftey tak London se wapas Pakistan pahonch rahe the aur use unka intezaar tha. Imama Hashim ke barey mein jo kuch wo itne saalon se unhein nahin bata saka tha wo unhein ab batana chahta tha. Apne maazi ke barey mein jo kuch wo unhein nahin bata paaya tha ab wo unse keh dena chahta tha. Use ab parwah nahin thi wo uske barey mein kya sochenge.
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