Peer-E-Kamil (The Perfect Mentor) - Roman Urdu

Chapter 4.1

Car ek wasi, lagbhag khali road par tez daud rahi thi. Traffic bohot kam tha. Usne apna dahina haath steering wheel par rakha hua tha aur baen haath se jamai rokne ki koshish kar raha tha, sath hi neend se lad raha tha. Saath wali seat par, Imama chup chap ro rahi thi, jisse Salar bakhubi wakif tha. Kabhi kabar woh apne aansu ponchti aur naak saaf karti, phir se windscreen ke raaste road ko takti hui rota rehti. Salar bhi kabhi kabhi Imama ki taraf dekhta. Usne usse tasalli dene ki koshish nahi ki. Usne socha ke woh khud hi theek ho jayegi, lekin jab aadhe ghante baad bhi woh shaant nahi hui, toh Salar ne tang aa kar kaha, "Agar tum ghar se bhaagne par itni pareshan ho, toh tumhe aisa nahi karna chahiye tha."

Imama ne koi jawab nahi diya. Thodi der baad, usne kaha, "Abhi bhi waqt hai: shayad kisi ne tumhari gair-hazri mehsoos nahi ki hogi."

" Mujhe koi pachtawa nahi," Imama ne kuch waqt baad, bharayi hui magar mazboot awaz mein jawab diya.

"Phir tum kyun ro rahi ho?" usne foran jawab diya.

"Tumhein batane ka koi faida nahi," usne phir se apne aansu ponchte hue kaha.

Salar ne uski taraf curious nazron se dekha, phir phir se aage dekhne laga. "Lahore mein tum kahan jaogi?"

"Pata nahi."

Salar uske jawab se bohot heran hua. "Kya matlab? Tumhe nahi pata ke kahan ja rahi ho?"

"Abhi nahi..."

"Phir tum Lahore kyun ja rahi ho?"

"Main aur kahan ja sakti hoon?"

" Tum Islamabad mein bhi reh sakti thi."

"Islamabad mein kahan? Kis ke saath?"

"Lahore mein bhi koi nahi hai jo tumhe hamesha ke liye rakhe... siwaye Jalal ke."

Salar ne aakhri teen lafzon ko zor de kar kaha aur uski reaction dekhne ki koshish ki. "Toh tum uske paas ja rahi ho," usne katti awaz mein kaha.

"Nahi. Jalal meri zindagi se nikal chuka hai. Main uske paas kaise ja sakti hoon?"

Salar samajh nahi saka ke uske lehje mein zyada nirasha thi ya zyada udasi. "Phir tum kahan jaogi?" Woh intrigued tha.

"Yeh main tabhi bata sakti hoon jab Lahore pahunchungi- kahan jaungi aur kis ke paas."

Salar ne uski taraf shaq bhari nazron se dekha: kya usse waqai nahi pata tha ya woh batana nahi chahti thi? Gari mein phir se khamoshi cha gayi.

" Tumhara fiancé-uska kya naam hai? Oh haan, Asjad-woh bohot achha insaan hai, bohot khoobsurat," Salar ne phir se khamoshi todhi. "Aur woh dusra ladka, Jalal Asjad ke muqable mein kuch bhi nahi hai. Kya tumne Asjad ke saath na-insafi nahi ki?" Imama ne jawab nahi diya, sirf sadak ki taraf dekhti rahi. Salar uski taraf dekhte hue uske jawab ka intezar karta raha, phir usne mehsoos kiya ke woh jawab dena nahi chahti.

"Main tumhe samajh nahi paaya...ya jo tum kar rahi ho usko. Tumhari harkatein ajeeb hain aur tum khud usse bhi ajeeb ho," Salar ne kuch dair ke baad kaha. Is dafa, Imama ne uski taraf dekha.

"Kya main tumse zyada ajeeb hoon aur meri harkatein tumse zyada ajeeb hain?" Imama ne narmi magar mazbooti se kaha. Uske lafzon ne Salar ko bolti band kar di.

"Mujhmein kya ajeeb hai aur meri kaunsi harkat tumhe ajeeb lagi?" usne kuch dair ke khamoshi ke baad poocha.

"Tumhe pata hai kaunsi harkatein ajeeb thi," usne seedha sadak ki taraf dekhte hue jawab diya.

"Shayad tum mere khudkushi karne ki koshishon ki baat kar rahi ho," usne apna hi sawaal jawab diya. "Halaanki mujhe marne ka koi irada nahi hai, main sirf koshish kar raha hoon-main bas tajruba kar raha hoon."