Peer-E-Kamil (The Perfect Mentor) - Roman Urdu {Completed}

Chapter 1.1

"Zindagi ki sab se bari khwahish?" Usme gehri soch mein par gai, qalam apne honthon ke darmiyan. Phir ek lambi saans le kar, usne halka sa muskurate hue kaha, "Kehna mushkil hai..."

"Kyun mushkil hai?" Javeria ne us se poocha.

"Kyunkay bohot si cheezein hain jo mein chahti hoon, aur har ek mere liye bohot zaroori hai," usne sar hilate hue jawab diya.

Dono auditorium ke door daraz kone mein bethi thi, apni peeth deewar se laga kar. Ye unka F.Sc. ke classes ka aathwan din tha aur unhon ne apna free period wahan guzar raha tha. Namak walay moong phalian aik aik kar ke khati hue, Javeria ne apna sawal dohra diya. "Tumhari zindagi ki sab se bari khwahish kya hai, Imama?"

Imama ne kuch hairani se uski taraf dekha aur sawal par sochne lagi. Phir sawal ko talte hue, usne kaha, "Tum pehle apni sab se bari khwahish batao."

"Maine pehle poocha tha, isliye tumhe pehle jawab dena chahiye," Javeria ne jawab diya.

"Theek hai...sochne do," Imama ne haar maan li. "Meri zindagi ki sab se bari khwahish..." usne apne aap se kaha.

"Ek khwahish to ye hai ke mein lambi umar paoon...bohot lambi," usne kaha.

"Kyun?" Javeria hans di. "Pachaas ya saath saal mere liye bohot kam hain. Insan ko kam az kam ek sau saal jeena chahiye. Aur itni sari cheezein hain jo mein karna chahti hoon. Agar mein jaldi mar gayi to meri sab khwahishen adhoori reh jayengi." Usne moong phali apne munh mein dali.

"Aur kya?" Javeria ne kaha.

"Mein mulk ki sab se behtareen doctor banna chahti hoon-sab se achi eye specialist, taake jab Pakistan mein aankhon ke operation ki tareekh likhi jaye, to mera naam sab se pehle aaye." Usne muskurate hue kaha.

"Agar tum doctor na ban saki to? Akhirkar, yeh merit aur kismet par depend karta hai," Javeria ne kaha.

"Yeh na-mumkin hai. Mein itni mehnat kar rahi hoon ke merit list mein aa jaoon. Aur agar yahan medical college mein nahi mili to mere parents mujhe bahar bhej sakte hain."

"Magar phir bhi, agar tum doctor na ban saki to?"

"Yeh na-mumkin hai. Yeh meri zindagi ki sab se bari khwahish hai: mein is ke liye sab kuch qurbaan kar sakti hoon. Yeh mera purana khwab hai, aur koi apne khwabon ko kaise bhool sakta hai? Na-mumkin!" Imama ne pur azm se sar hilate hue apni hatheli se moong phali uthai aur nibble karne lagi.

"Zindagi mein kuch bhi na-mumkin nahi hota-kuch bhi kabhi bhi ho sakta hai. Agar tumhari yeh khwahish puri na hui to tum kya karo gi?"

Imama phir se soch mein par gayi. "Sab se pehle, mein bohot roongi...bohot zyada...kai din tak-aur phir mar jaoongi."

Javeria hans pari. "Tumne abhi kaha ke tum lambi zindagi chahti ho, aur ab tum marna chahti ho."

"Zahir hai. Phir jeene ka kya faida? Meri sari plans meri medical career par hain aur agar yeh meri zindagi ka hissa nahi bani to kya bacha?"

"To tumhari zindagi ki ek khwahish tumhari sari doosri khwahishon ko mita degi?"

"Haan, ise hi samjho."

"To tumhari sab se bari khwahish doctor banna hai, lambi umar jeena nahi?"

"Yeh kaha ja sakta hai."

"Theek hai-agar tum doctor nahi ban saki to phir tum marne ka kaise socho gi? Khudkushi ya qudrati maut?"

"Qudrati maut bilkul. Mein khudkushi nahi kar sakti," Imama ne casually jawab diya.

"Agar tum qudrati maut nahi mari, to phir kya? Mera matlab hai, agar tum doctor nahi ban saki aur phir bhi jaldi nahi mari, to tum jeeti raho gi."