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

Chapter 6.3

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"Main wahan kya karoon ga?" Salar ne Furqan se poocha, jab woh gari mein baitha.

"Jo main karta hoon," usne kaha, signal par gari rok kar.

"Aur tum wahan kya karte ho?" "Tum dekh lena jab wahan pahunchoge." Furqan usse Dr. Syed Sibt-e-Ali ke paas le ja raha tha, jise woh khud milta rehta tha. Woh ek mazhabi scholar tha aur Salar mazhabi scholars mein dilchaspi nahi rakhta tha. Pichle kuch saalon mein usne un jaise se bohot se dekhe the aur unka asal rang bhi dekha tha, is liye uska in mein waqt zaya karne ka koi irada nahi tha.

"Sach bataoon Furqan, main woh nahi hoon jo tum mujhe samajhte ho," kuch dair chup rehnay ke baad usne bola.

"Kaun sa type?" Furqan ne uski taraf dekh kar poocha.

"Wohi, jo roohani leaders aur followers ya wafadari ke kasmein waghera... jo bhi tum iska matlab lo." Usne bohot khul kar baat ki.

"Isi liye main tumhe wahan le ja raha hoon. Tumhe madad ki zaroorat hai." Salar ne hairani se uski taraf dekha, lekin woh sadak par dekh raha tha.

"Kaisi madad?" "Agar ek Hafiz-e-Quran, ek sipara raat ko parhne ke baad bina sleeping pills ke nahi so sakta, to kahin na kahin kuch ghalat hai. Kuch saal pehle, main bhi gehri udasi mein chala gaya tha. Mera zehan ek morass ban gaya tha. Phir, kisi ne mujhe doctor sahib ke paas le gaya aur main pichle aath-das saalon se unke paas ja raha hoon. Tum se mil kar mujhe ehsaas hua ke, mere tarah, tumhe bhi madad chahiye - rehnumai," Furqan ne narmi se kaha.

"Tum mujhe madad kyun karna chahte ho?" "Kyunkay mera imaan mujhe kehta hai ke tum mere bhai ho," usne mod par ghoomte hue kaha. Salar ne us se mooh phair kar agay dekha. Us ke paas Furqan se kehne ke liye kuch aur nahi tha.

Usay mazhabi scholars mein dilchaspi nahi thi. Har scholar apni sect ko sabse uncha dikhane mein maharat rakhta tha. Har scholar apne ilm par fakhr karta tha. Har scholar yeh samajhta tha ke sirf woh hi acha hai aur doosre sab bure hain. Main sab kuch janta hoon aur doosre sab naaqis hain. Har scholar ko dekh kar aisa lagta tha ke usne ilm kitabon se nahi, balkay seedha wahiy se hasil kiya hai, jahan ghalati ki koi gunjaish nahi. Ab tak, usne kisi scholar ko nahi dekha tha jo tanqeed bardaasht kar sakta ho. Salar khud Sunni sect se tha, lekin woh kisi se bhi schools of thought aur sects par baat nahi karna chahta tha, aur yeh woh pehli cheezein thi jo yeh mazhabi scholars discuss karte. In mazhabi scholars ke paas jaate jaate, usay un se nafrat si ho gayi thi. Unka sirf aik hi asset tha, ilm, uska amal nahi. Woh "Slander: a Sin" par lamba lecture dete, Quranic ayat aur ahadis ka hawala dete, aur agle hi saans mein kisi fellow religious scholar ka naam le kar uska mazaq udate, aur uski deeni maloomat mein kami ko sabit karne ki koshish karte.

Woh har shakhs ka bio-data maloom karte jo unke paas aata, aur agar unki dilchaspi ka hota, to un se farmayishon aur requests ka silsila shuru hota. Aur woh bio-data ka istemal doosron ko impress karne ke liye karte, unhe batane ke liye ke unke paas kaun important shakhs aaya tha aur kab; kis ne unki sohbat se faida uthaya aur kaise; kaun important shakhs un par mohtaaj hai; kis ne unhe apne ghar bulaya aur kitni izzat aur adab se pesh aaya. Jitne scholars ke paas woh gaya tha, unmein se kisi ke paas dobara nahi gaya, aur yahan Furqan usay ek aur aise shakhs ke paas le ja raha tha.

Woh sheher ke achay ilake mein aa gaye the. Muqamiat izzat daar thi lekin posh nahi. Us sadak par pehle se bohot se cars khari thi. Furqan ne gari ko curb ke paas theek jagah par khari kar di aur niche utar gaya. Salar bhi utar gaya. Chaar paanch mint chal kar woh aik mohtat lekin asar daar ghar tak pahunch gaye. "Dr. Syed Sibt-e-Ali" naam ka plate likha tha.

Furqan ne baghair jhijak ghar mein dakhil ho gaya. Salar bhi peechay chala gaya.

Aik maali chhoti se lawn mein kaam mein masroof tha.