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

Chapter 2.5

Jalal Ansar Zainab ka bara bhai tha. Imama uske bare mein jaanti thi magar kabhi mulaqat nahi hui thi. Zainab aur Imama class fellows thi aur pehli baar tab mili jab Imama ne college join kiya. Unka taluq barhne laga aur is tarah Imama ko uske ghar walon ka pata chala, ke wo chaar behan bhai hain aur Jalal sab se bara hai; wo doctor banne ke baad house job kar raha tha. Zainab ke walid WAPDA mein engineer thay aur unka khandan kaafi deeni tha.

Islamabad se waapsi par, Imama ne kaha, "Zainab, us raat jab main ne phone kiya tha, to peechay koi naat parh raha tha. Kaun tha wo?" Usne zyada tajjub dikhane ki koshish nahi ki.

"Oh, wo... wo Jalal Bhai thay. Wo naat competition ke liye practice kar rahe thay. Hamara phone corridor mein hai aur unka kamra khula tha is liye tumne sun liya hoga," usne samjhaya.

"Uski awaaz bohot achi hai."

"Haan, uski Quraan ki tilawat naat se bhi behtar hai. Usne kayi inaam jeetay hain tilawat ke liye. Wo college ke competition mein hissa le raha hai—tumhe aana chahiye."

Zainab ko tab Imama ke deeni rujhanat ka pata nahi tha. Wo parde ka bohot khayal rakhti thi isliye Zainab ne socha Imama bhi uski tarah conservative khandan se hai. Do teen din baad, apne doston ko bina bataye Imama ne classes bunk ki taake naat competition attend kar sake. Yahin pe usne pehli baar Jalal Ansar ko dekha. Wo ek 25 saal ka nojawaan tha, daari wala aur Zainab se milta julta tha. Imama ki nazar uska peecha karti rahi jab wo apni seat se uth kar stage par gaya aur rostrum par apni jagah li. Aankhein band aur haath seene par bandhe, usne parhna shuru kiya:

Kuch nahi mangta shahon se ye sheda tera 
Is ki dolat hai faqat naqsh-e-qaf-e-paa tera

Ek karant si Imama ke andar se guzar gayi. Hall mein pin drop silence tha jahan sirf uski awaaz goonj rahi thi, jaise jadoo kar rahi ho. Usne nahi dekha kab wo khatam karke stage se utra, kaun next aya, competition ka kya nateeja tha ya kab aakhri student hall se nikal gaya. Bahut der baad uski hosh waapas ayi.

Usay achanak ehsaas hua ke woh wahaan akeli bethi thi. "Kal mainay tumhare bhai ko naat parhtay suna," usnay Zainab ko bataya. "Sach? Usnay pehla inaam jeet liya." Zainab muskurai.

Chand lamho ke baad, Imama ne jawab diya, "Woh bohot khoobsurat naat thi." "Woh bachpan se Quran aur naats parhta aa raha hai aur inaamaat jeet raha hai. Ab to usay ginati bhi yaad nahi," Zainab ne fakhar se kaha. "Uski awaaz ki khoobsurati uske imaan ki gehrai aur junoon mein hai jis ke saath woh parhta hai," usne aage kaha. "Woh Rasool Allah (pbuh) se bepanah mohabbat karta hai. Usne kabhi Quran aur naats ke siwa kuch nahi parha. Jab bhi usay doosray events mein shirkat karne ko kaha jata hai, woh kehta hai ke jo zabaan Allah aur uske Rasool ki khidmat karti hai woh kisi aur ki tareef nahi kar sakti.

"Ham bhi Rasool Allah (pbuh) se mohabbat karte hain, lekin maine apne bhai jaisa junoon kisi mein nahi dekha. Usne pichlay das saal mein ek bhi namaz nahi chhodi aur har mahine Quran mukammal parhta hai. Tumhe uski Qirat sunni chahiye..." Zainab ne apne bhai ki tareef ki. Imama khamoshi se sun rahi thi magar aur koi sawal nahi kiya.

Agli subah, Imama bas bistar mein lipti hui padi rahi bajaye iske ke class ke liye tayar hoti. "Tumhari class nahi hai? Der ho rahi hai," Javeria ne usay jagane ki koshish ki.

"Tum chali jao—main nahi ja rahi," Imama ne kaha, aankhein band karte hue.

"Kyoon?" "Tabiyat theek nahi," Imama ne jawab diya. "Tumhari aankhein lal ho rahi hain—bohot zyada. Kya tum kal raat theek se nahi soyi?" "Nahi... aur ab, please mujhe sone do." Imama ne aur sawaalon se bachne ke liye kaha aur Javeria class ke liye nikal gayi.

Imama waqai theek se nahi soyi thi. Jalal Ansar ki awaaz uske aas paas goonjti rahi aur woh kisi aur cheez par dhyaan nahi de sakti thi. Uska naam apne honton par bar bar repeat karti rahi, sochti rahi ke aakhir usay kya cheez uski taraf kheench rahi thi, kyoon woh usay apne zehan se nikal nahi pa rahi thi. Imama ko Zainab ke alfaaz yaad aaye jab woh khidki ke paas khadi thi. "Uski awaaz ki khoobsurati uske imaan ki gehrai aur junoon mein hai jis ke saath woh parhta hai. Woh Rasool Allah (pbuh) se bepanah mohabbat karta hai." Imaan ki gehrai, junoon, uski awaaz ka dard aur mithaas…kya tha jo usay itna mutasir kar gaya? "Duniya ki ibtida Khaliq ke ishq se hoti hai aur inteha uske Rasool Muhammad (pbuh) ke ishq par hoti hai," usne yaad kiya. Yeh soch usay khamoshi aur gehri soch mein le gayi—as if woh apne andar gahrayi mein ja rahi thi, andheray mein roshni ya hidayat dhoond rahi thi. "Kya cheez hai jo Rasool Allah (pbuh) ke ashqeen ko aansoon mein ghira deti hai? Jo unke dil ko choo leti hai? Imaan? Ishq? Junoon? Kyoon main aansoon nahi baha saki?"

"Kyoon mere honton par tareef ke alfaaz nahi aaye?" Imama ki awaaz toot gayi jab usne Jalal ke parhaye hue alfaaz dohrane ki koshish ki. Usne gala saaf kiya aur phir se koshish ki, khuli khidki ke paas khadi hui. Aadha raste mein, woh ruk gayi: Jalal ki awaaz usay sata rahi thi, bilkul wazeh aur buland, jaise azan ki awaaz. Usay apne chehre par nami mehsoos hui aur samajh aaya ke woh ro rahi thi. Uski ungliyon ne uski bheegi aankhon ko chuwa. Pareshan, aur apne chehre ko haathon se chhupate hue, woh farsh par gir gayi aur dil khol kar roti rahi. Insaan ke liye shayad sabse mushkil museebat tab hoti hai jab uska dil ek na-taale shaksiyat ko tasleem kar raha hota hai magar uski zubaan use izhar nahi kar sakti, jab uska zehan sachai ko qubool kar raha hota hai magar woh usay bol nahi sakta.

Imama Hashim apne aap ko isi dorahaye par pa rahi thi. Woh faisla jo usay pichlay do ya teen saal se azab mein mubtala kar raha tha, woh ek awaaz se ho gaya—bina imaan ki buniyad ko talaash karte ya jaanchte hue Rasool Allah (pbuh) par. Saalon se, usne apne Rasool ki tareef sun rakhi thi, magar kabhi is tarah ka asar nahi hua—kabhi aansoon nahi aaye na dil pighla—lekin jab bhi usne Hazrat Muhammad (pbuh) ke baare mein suna, padha ya baat ki, usay ajeeb sa asar mehsoos hota, woh unki taraf khicha chala jata. Sabiha ke dars par uska mukabla khatam ho gaya, aur Jalal Ansar ki awaaz jaise raasta dikhane wali jugnu thi.

" Me tujhe alam-e-ashya me bhi paa leta hoon Log kehte hain ke hai alam-e-baala tera "

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Yeh Imama ke liye ek naye safar ka aaghaz tha. Wo regular Sabiha ke paas jaati thi aur in jamaat mein hissa lena uske faislay ko mazbooti deta aur uske shakook ko door karta. Islam qabool karna Imama ke liye ek bhari faisla tha, jo uske har pehlu ko mutasir karta tha. Ab wo Asjad se shaadi nahi kar sakti thi kyun ke wo Musalman nahi tha; aur jald he ya baad mein apne ghar walon se door hona parhta tha, kyun ke wo aisi mahaul mein nahi reh sakti thi jahan Islam ke haqaiq aur uske usool khule aam mubham kiye ja rahe the. Usay apne taleem ke liye di gayi funds aur uski zindagi ke kharch ke liye milne wale paiso ke asal zariye par shak hone laga tha. Wo zindagi jo pehle jaise ek khayali duniya lagti thi, ab woh ek khalab dikhayi dene lagi thi, phir bhi usne khud hi is raaste ko chuna tha. Usay apni is mukhalifat par hairat hoti thi: usne Allah se himmat aur istiqamat ke liye dua ki thi aur uski dua qubool hui thi, lekin wo ab bhi itni jawan thi ke dar aur shak ke shikar ho sakti thi.

"Imama, apne walidain ko abhi apni mazhab ka izhar mat karo. Tum khud par qaim rehna seekho—phir tum Asjad se shaadi se inkaar kar sakti ho aur apne parivar ko apni mazhab ki khabar de sakti ho," yeh Sabiha ne Imama ke musibat par guftagu karte waqt mashwara diya.

"Main apne walid ke diye hue paise istemal nahi karna chahti, khas kar jab mujhe pata hai ke unhone apni dolat kufr ki jhooti tashkeel mein kamai hai. Aise funds ka istemal sahi nahi hoga,"

"Yeh sahi hai, lekin tumhare pass koi aur rasta nahi hai. Behtar hai ke tum apni taleem mukammal kar lo ta ke tum apne walid par depend na rahe,"

Bari mushkil se bari jabki Sabiha ne koi rasta dikhaya na ho Imama ke pass, to is ke pass koi rasta nahi tha: us ke pass apne khawab ko chorhne ki himmat nahi thi.

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Raat das bajay thay jab wo cinema hall se bahar aaya aur chalte hue baaki popcorn kha raha tha. Adhe ghante baad, usne ek bade haweli ke darwaze ki ghanti bajayi.

"Kya main khana serve karun, Sahab?" naukar ne poocha.

"Nahi."

"Doodh?"

"Nahi."

Wo apne kamre ki taraf chala gaya aur darwaza band kar diya. Light on karke, usne bekaar mein idhar udhar phaile hue kitabon aur kagazon ko chhua. Phir usne bathroom mein jaake shaving kit se ek naya razor blade liya aur apne bistar par baith gaya. Bedside lamp on karke, usne main lights off kiye. Bahut dhyan se, usne blade ko khol ke, ek tezi se apne daaye haath ki kalai par ek zakhm lagaya. Ek siiski uske munh se nikli par usne apne honthon ko kas kar daba liya. Usne apne aankhein khuli rakhne ki koshish ki jab uska daaya haath bistar ke kinare par latka hua tha, khoon ek barabar nali ke roop mein farsh par beh raha tha.

Uska dimaagh aisa laga jaise ek chakkar mein chala gaya ho jahan se achanak phatke usse hila dete thay. Shor tez hota gaya aur usne apni aankhein kholi, lekin use iska koi matlab samajh nahi aaya.

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