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

Chapter 1.3

Aapka beta duniya ki 2.5 percent abadi mein se hai jinka IQ 150 se zyada hai. Is level ki intelligence ke sath, wo jo bhi kare, woh extraordinary hoga, lekin unexpected nahi. Salar sirf aik hafta hi International School mein tha jab Sikandar Usman aur unki biwi ko school administration ne bulaya. School ke psychologist ne unhain Salar ke various IQ tests ke bare mein bataya jin mein uski performance aur score ne uske teachers aur psychologist ko hairan kar diya. Wo school ka akele bacha tha jiska IQ itna zyada tha aur jald hi woh sab ki tawajju ka markaz ban gaya.

Mr. aur Mrs. Usman se milte waqt, psychologist ko Salar ke bachpan ke bare mein zyada maloomat lene ka mauka mila. Woh Salar ke case ko personal interest se study kar raha tha, professional ke ilawa, kyunki pehli dafa usne itni high IQ level dekha tha. Sikandar Usman ko achi tarah yaad tha ke jab Salar sirf do saal ka tha, wo apni age ke dusre bachon se mukhtalif tha aur aksar cheezen aisi kehta tha jo unke liye hairat ka sabab banti thi.

Ek din wo apne bhai se phone par baat kar rahe the jab Salar ne phone uthaya aur kaha, 'Hello, Uncle, ye Salar hai.' Sikandar ne dekha wo khushi se baat kar raha tha. 'Main theek hoon. Aap kaise hain?' Sikandar socha wo play-acting kar raha hai. Agla jumla ne usse hairan kar diya. 'Baba yahin hain, TV dekh rahe hain. Nahi, unhone call nahi kiya, main ne kiya hai.'

'Salar, tum kisse baat kar rahe ho?' Sikandar ne poocha.
'Uncle Shahnawaz,' usne jawab diya. Sikandar ne usse phone le liya aur socha ke Salar ne galti se number dial kiya hoga ya redial button daba diya hoga. 'Salar ne number dial kiya, mujhe maaf kijiyega,' usne apne bhai se maafi maangi.
'Usne kaise kiya? Kya wo itna chhota nahi?' Uska bhai hairan tha. 'Shayad usne redial button galti se dabaya hoga.' Sikandar ne phone band kar diya aur wapas rakh diya. Salar, jo ye guftagu chup chap sun raha tha, wapas phone uthaya aur Shahnawaz ka number bilkul tarteeb se dial kiya, bilkul jese koi bara karta. Sikandar hairan tha-usne expect nahi kiya tha ke ek do saal ka bacha aisa kar sakta hai.

Sikandar ne uski maa ko bulaya. 'Main ne ise numbers nahi sikhaye,' usne kaha.
'Kal hi maine one to hundred tak ke numbers bataye the. Magar maine kuch books li thi kuch din pehle.' Sikandar ne Salar se kaha ke wo ek se sau tak gino-usne ye kaam kar diya jab uski maa hairani se dekh rahi thi. Yaqeenan, bachay ki intelligence uske age ke liye bohat aage thi, isliye usay school mein apne siblings se pehle hi enroll karwa diya. Wo school mein bhi bohot accha tha.

'Is bache ko aapki khas tawajju ki zarurat hai, kyunki aise bachay jo average intelligence se zyada hote hain, unka mizaj sensitive aur complicated hota hai. Agar iska upbringing accha ho, to ye aapke khandan ka, waqayi mulk ka asset ban sakta hai.' Sikandar Usman aur unki biwi psychologist ki baat sun kar fakhr mehsoos kar rahe the jo ek foreigner tha. Unho ne ghar mein Salar ko khaas tawajju dena shuru kar diya: wo sab se pyara aur favorite bacha ban gaya aur wo uski achievements par fakhr mehsoos karte.

School mein, usay aik term ke baad hi agle class mein promote kar diya gaya, aur phir term ke end mein phir se promote kar diya gaya. Sikandar pareshan tha-wo nahi chahta tha ke Salar sirf 8 aur 10 saal ki age mein O levels aur A levels de. Iski progress ki speed dekh kar, ye mumkin lag raha tha.
'Mujhe chaahiye ke aap mera beta ek saal puri class mein rehnay dein pehle usay agle level par promote karein. Main nahi chahta ke wo abnormal speed se apni academic career mein aage badhe. Aap uske subjects aur activities badha sakte hain, magar usay normal progress karne dein.'

Salar ko mid-term promote nahi kiya gaya; uske talents aur energy ko sports aur dusri extra-curricular activities mein channel kiya gaya. Chess, tennis, golf aur music mein usay zyada dilchaspi thi aur school mein hone wali har cheez mein hissa leta-agar kisi cheez mein hissa nahi leta to sirf isliye ke usay wo challenging nahi lagti thi.

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'Javeria, mujhe Professor Imtinan ke notes de do, kya tum dogi?' Imama ne Javeria se kaha jo padh rahi thi. Javeria ne usay ek notebook di jo usne dekhna shuru kiya. Javeria apni parhai mein lagi rahi, magar achanak Imama ki taraf dekha, jaise usay kuch yaad aaya. 'Tum ne lectures ke doran notes lena kyun chor diya hai?' Imama ne dekha. 'Agar mujhe samajh aaye to leti.' 'Tumhara matlab kya hai? Tumhe Prof. Imtinan ke lectures samajh nahi aate?' Javeria hairan thi. 'Woh itne achay teacher hain.' 'Main ne kab kaha ke woh nahi hain? Bas ye ke...'