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

Chapter 6.2

Salar ki Furqan se pehli mulaqat US se Pakistan ke flight mein hui thi. Furqan uske bagal mein baitha tha. Furqan US mein ek medical conference attend karke wapas aa raha tha; Salar apni behan Anita ki shaadi ke liye ja raha tha. Is lambi flight mein unhone pehle to mamooli baat chit ki aur phir unki guftagu silsila war chalti rahi. Furqan Salar se bara tha—wo paitis saal ka tha—aur London mein specialization ke baad Pakistan wapas aaya tha jahan wo ek hospital mein kaam karta tha.

Wo shaadi shuda tha aur uske do bachay thay. Kuch ghanto ki baat cheet ke baad, Furqan aur Salar ne sona ka irada kiya. Salar, apni routine ke mutabiq, apne briefcase se neend ki goliyan nikaal kar pani ke saath lee. Furqan ye sab khamoshi se dekhta raha. Jab Salar ne briefcase band karke rakh diya, to Furqan bola, "Aksar log bina sedative ke flight mein so nahi paate." Salar ne uski taraf dekha aur bola, "Mujhe to flight ho ya na ho, bina is ke neend nahi aati—meri yehi aadat hai." "Neend mein mushkil hoti hai?" Furqan ne hairani se poocha.

"Mushkil?" Salar muskuraya. "Mujhe bas neend nahi aati. Main ek goli leta hoon aur teen ya char ghante so leta hoon." "Insomnia?" Furqan ne poocha.

"Shayad. Maine kabhi doctor ko nahi dikhaya lekin lagta hai kuch aisa hi hai," Salar ne casually kaha.

"Tumhe isko check karana chahiye. Is umar mein insomnia? Ye achi sehat ki nishani nahi hai. Mera khayal hai tum kaam ke mamle mein pagal ho gaye ho aur apne neend ke routine ko kharab kar diya hai." Furqan ab doctor ki tarah baat kar raha tha. Salar muskuraya aur uski baat suni. Wo usse nahi bata sakta tha ke agar wo din raat kaam na kare to wo apni guilt-laden zameer ke saath zinda nahi reh sakta. Wo usse ye bhi nahi bata sakta tha ke agar wo bina goliyon ke sone ki koshish karta, to uske dimagh mein Imama ke khayalat ghumanay lagte—aur itne zyada ke uska sar dard se phat jata.

"Din mein kitne ghante kaam karte ho?" Furqan ab tahqiqat kar raha tha.

"Athara ghante, kabhi kabhi bees." "Oh My God! Kab se?" "Pichle do ya teen saal se." "Aur tab se tumhe neend ka masla hai. Maine aisa hi socha tha. Tumne apna routine kharab kar liya hai, warna itne lambi der tak kaam karne wale insaan ke liye mental thakan hi lambi aur pur sukoon neend ke liye kaafi hoti hai," Furqan ne kaha.

"Mujhse aisa nahi hota," Salar ne aahista se kaha.

"Tumhe pata lagana chahiye ke tumhare saath aisa kyun hota hai." Salar usse nahi bata sakta tha ke wo wajah janta hai. Kuch dair ki khamoshi ke baad, Furqan bola, "Agar main tumhe kuch ayatain bataoon jo sone se pehle parhi jati hain, to kya tum wo parh sakte ho?"

"Main kyun nahi parh sakta?" Salar ne uski taraf dekh kar kaha.

"Nahi, baat yeh hai ke hum jaise log jo zyada parhe likhe hain aur wo bhi West mein, wo aise cheezon ko nahi maante ya unko practical nahi samajhte," Furqan ne samjhaya.

"Furqan, main Hafiz-e-Quran hoon," Salar ne shanti se apni seat pe peechay lete hue kaha. Furqan hairan reh gaya.

"Har raat, main sone se pehle ek sipara parhta hoon; mujhe yaqeen ya imaan ki kami ka koi masla nahi hai," Salar ne kaha.

"Main bhi Hafiz-e-Quran hoon," Furqan ne usse bataya. Salar muskuraya aur uski taraf dekha. Ye waqai ek khushgawar ittefaq tha. Halaanke Furqan ki daarhi thi, lekin Salar ko ye khayal nahi aaya tha ke wo bhi Hafiz-e-Quran ho sakta hai.

"Phir to tumhe aisa masla nahi hona chahiye. Ek insaan jo Quran Majeed parhta ho aur neend mein dushwari ho, ye mujhe ajeeb lagta hai." Furqan kuch aise hi baatein kar raha tha. Ab, Salar anjaane mein neend ke halat mein ja raha tha, aur usne apni aankhein band kar li.

"Kya tumhe koi masla hai?" Furqan ne poocha. Agar wo sedative ke asar mein nahi hota to wo muskurata aur is sawal ko taal deta, lekin wo is halat mein nahi kar sakta tha.