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

Chapter 4.6

Salar kuch dino ke liye ghar mein hi raha, lekin phir usne zidd ki aur apni baat manwa li. Usne college mein classes dobara shuru kar di. Hashim Mubeen aur uski family ne Imama ko dhoondhne ke liye asman zameen ek kar di thi. Woh poore mamle ko chhupane ki koshish kar rahe the, lekin Sikandar ko yeh sab police aur naukaron se pata chal gaya. Mubeens Lahore mein Imama ke doston se bhi raabta karne ki koshish kar rahe the.

Phir Salar ne akhbar mein ek 'wanted' notice dekha, jisme ek 'Javaid' ka pata batane par achi khasi inaam rakhi thi. Salar is naam se waqif tha kyun ke yeh Hasan ne lawyer ko Imama ke shohar ka naam bataya tha. Zaroor yeh ad Imama ke ghar walon ne di thi, lekin contact number unka nahi tha. Salar ko yakeen tha ke police lawyer tak pohanch gayi thi, jo 'Javaid' ke details nahi de sakti thi. Sirf Salar, lawyer aur Hasan jaante the ke Javaid Babar naam ka koi asal mein shaks nahi tha. Salar thoda mutmain tha ke usne Hashim Mubeen ko kuch had tak gumrah kar diya tha.

Is doran, Salar Imama ke call ka intezar karta raha. Usne usay kai dafa phone kiya lekin hamesha uska phone band milta. Usay samajh nahi aata tha ke woh kahan ho sakti hai--Hasan ke aksar sawalat is tension ko aur barha dete. Kabhi kabhi woh react karta, "Mujhe kaisay pata ke woh kahan hai ya kyun baat nahi kar rahi? Mujhe lagta hai tumhein usmein mujhse zyada dilchaspi hai." Usay andaza nahi tha ke Hasan ke sawalat aur tension kisi pressure ki wajah se thay. Hasan buhat stress mein tha.

Salar sochta tha ke Imama shayad Jalal se mil chuki ho aur shayad usne usse shadi bhi kar li ho, halaan ke usne Imama se jhoot bola tha Jalal ki shadi ke bare mein--lekin usay yakeen tha ke woh uspar bharosa nahi karti. Usne zaroor Jalal se dobara raabta kiya hoga. Salar chahta tha ke woh Jalal se raabta kare ya usse mile, bas ek dafa. Usay pata karna tha ke Imama Jalal ke saath hai ya nahi, lekin is ka koi tareeqa nahi tha.

Sikandar Usman ne Salar par raat din nazar rakhi hui thi aur usay pata tha ke woh akela nahi tha jo Salar par nazar rakha hua tha; Hashim Mubeen Ahmed bhi yeh hi kar rahe the. Agar Salar ne Lahore jana decide kiya hota, uska baap usay jaane nahi deta--aur agar wo allow bhi kar deta, toh shayad wo bhi sath chalta, jo Salar nahi chahta tha. Waqt guzarne ke sath, Salar ka is mamle mein dilchaspi kam hoti ja rahi thi. Soch kar usay apni harkat aur woh adventure bewakoofi lagti thi jo usay mehngi pari thi. Sikandar aur Tayyaba hamesha ghar mein hi rehte thay aur usay bahar jaane ke liye unse ijaazat leni padti thi.

Hasan mushkil se usay milne aata. Salar is situation se puri tarah bore ho gaya tha.
Raat ko woh internet surf kar raha tha jab usay apne cell phone par ek call aayi. Usne casually uthaya aur incoming call number dekha—aise laga jaise usay bijli ka jhatka laga ho. Yeh Imama thi, us cell phone se call kar rahi thi jo usne usay diya tha.

"So you remembered me after all." Aur usne apne saans ke neeche se seeti bajai.
Achanak, woh puri tarah jaag gaya, taaza—the ennui jo thodi der pehle usay sataya tha, gaayab ho gaya.
"Mujhe yaqeen tha ke tum mujhe kabhi call nahi karogi: itna time kyun laga?" usne kaha.
"Mujhe kuch arse se tumhe phone karne ka mann tha, lekin kar nahi saki," Imama ne jawab diya.
"Kyun? Kya masla tha? Tumhare paas mera cell phone tha." "Masla tha." Uska jawab mukhtasir tha.
"Ab kahan ho?" Salar ne kuch hairaan hokar poocha.
"Childish mat bano, Salar. Tum jaante ho main tumhe nahi bataungi, toh kyun poochte ho? Waise, meri family kaisi hai?" Salar is ghair mutawaqqa sawal se hairaan reh gaya.
"Oh, woh theek hain—bohat khush, maze mein hain," usne uska mazaq urate hue kaha. "Tum bohat achi beti ho. Apni family ke bare mein sochti ho ghar se bhaagne ke baad bhi. Bohat acha!" Dusri taraf khamoshi thi. Phir usne kaha "Waseem kaisa hai?"
"Mujhe nahi pata, lekin woh theek hoga, bohat acha, mujhe lagta hai. Woh bura kaise ho sakta hai?" usne usi mazak udane wale lehje mein kaha.
"Mujhe umeed hai ke unhone discover nahi kiya ke tumne meri madad ki." Salar ko Imama ka lehja kuch ajeeb laga.
"Discover? Imama, meri jaan, police usi din mere darwaze par aa gayi thi jab main tumhe Lahore chhod kar wapas aya. Tumhare walid ne mere khilaf tumhe aghwa karne ka FIR darj kar diya." Uska lehja mazaq urane wala tha. "Socho, kya mere jaisa shaks kisi ko kidnap kar sakta hai, kam az kam tumhein, jo kisi ko bhi, kabhi bhi, kahin bhi goli maar sakti ho."
Usne baat jari rakhi, "Tumhare walid puri koshish kar rahe hain mujhe zindagi bhar ke liye jail mein daalne ki, lekin mujhe lagta hai main is qismat se bach gaya hoon. Mujhe ghar se college aur wapas aate hue nazar rakhi ja rahi hai. Mujhe ajeeb calls aati hain. Har tarah ki cheezen ho rahi hain. Main kya kahoon siwaye iske ke tumhare ghar walon ne hamari zindagi ko azaab bana diya hai."