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

Chapter 9.1

Lahore pohanchne ke baad, agla qadam madad talash karna tha - lekin kis se? Woh na hostel wapas ja sakti thi aur na Javeria ya apni doosri doston se rabta kar sakti thi kyunke uska khandan sab se pehle unhi par shak karta. Kuch dair mein uska khandan Lahore pohanch kar talaash shuru kar deta. Shayad talaash abhi se hi shuru ho gayi ho.

Kisi dost ke ghar jana apne liye khatra tha. Sirf ek raasta Sabiha ka bacha tha, lekin usay yeh bhi nahi pata tha ke Sabiha Peshawar se wapas aayi thi ke nahi. Jaise hi usay darr tha, khandan abhi bhi Peshawar mein tha.

“Woh kab wapas aayenge?” usne chowkidar se poocha jo darwaza kholne aaya tha aur pehle ke dafa se usay pehchanta tha.

“Mujhe poora ilm nahi, lekin kuch dino mein wapas aayenge,” usne jawab diya.

“Kya aapke paas Peshawar ka phone number hai?” Kitna bhi koshish kar le, woh apni mayoosi nahi chhupa saki.

Chowkidar ne jawab diya ke haan, uske paas phone number hai. Usay kuch rahat mili aur woh domestic ke peechay ghar mein chali gayi. Woh drawing room mein intezar karti rahi jab tak aadmi phone number lene gaya. Usne apne cell phone se dial kiya. Ek gentleman ne phone uthaya aur uski query par bataya ke Sabiha kuch dair mein wapas aayegi.

“Main Sabiha se baat nahi kar saki,” usne chowkidar se kaha. “Main yahan intezar karungi jab tak us se baat nahi ho jati.”

Ek ghante baad woh Sabiha se milne mein kamyab ho gayi. Uski dost uska phone sun kar hairan thi. Jitna mukhtasir ho sakta tha, Imama ne apni kahani suna di lekin apni shaadi ki baat Salar se nahi batayi. Woh nahi jaanti thi ke Sabiha ka kya reaction hoga.

“Tumhara behtareen raasta courts se rabta karna hai,” Sabiha ne Imama ko mashwara diya sunne ke baad. “Qanoon tumhe kuch hifazat dega jab tumne apna mazhab badla hai.”

“Main yeh nahi karna chahti.”

“Kyun?”

“Maine socha tha ke courts se rabta karun, Sabiha,” Imama ne jawab diya, “lekin yeh ek raasta main nahi lena chahti. Tum mere walid aur unki izzat ko jaanti ho. Press ko to maza aa jayega. Mera khandan bohot se pareshani ka samna karega; main nahi chahti ke mere wajah se unko dushwari aur sharmindagi uthani pade. Aur tum jaanti ho ke woh larkiyan jo mazhab badalne ke baad protection mangti hain, unhe Dar ul Aman bhej diya jata hai—jese jail mein hone ka maza lein. Upar se, court ka case saalon tak latka reh sakta hai. Khandan ek ke baad ek charge la sakta hai aur faisla der tak latka sakta hai. Aur agar court tumhe tumhare beliefs ke mutabiq jeene de, samaji dabao larkiyon ko wapas apne ghar le jata hai.

“Mujhe apni zindagi Dar ul Aman mein nahi guzarna aur na hi main chahungi ke main toofan ka markaz banun. Maine apna ghar chupke se chhora aur main apni zindagi isi khamoshi mein jeeni chahti hoon.”

“Main tumhari baat samajhti hoon, Imama,” Sabiha ne jawab diya, “lekin chahe tum chahti ho ya nahi tumhe us toofan ka samna karna padega jo tumne uthaya hai. Tumhara khandan tumhe dhoondhne ki poori koshish karega. Aur jab wo talash karna shuru karenge to zyada der nahi lagegi jab tak woh mujhe aur mere khandan ko dhoondh lein. Jabke main tumhari madad karne ko tayar hoon, aur mera khandan bhi, lekin woh khule aam karna chahenge na ke chhupke. Mere walid bhi yahi kahenge jo main keh rahi hoon: tumhe qanoon se madad leni chahiye. Mujhe poora yaqeen hai ke courts tumhare haq mein faisla denge.

“Khair abhi ke liye, ghar mein raho; main Abu se baat karti hoon. Dekhti hoon agar main unhe kal hi Lahore wapas aanay par mana sakti hoon. Ab mujhe chowkidar se baat karne do.”

Imama ne phone chowkidar ko diya aur Sabiha se baat karne ke baad, usne phone rakh diya aur kaha, "Sabiha Bibi ne kaha hai ke aapke liye unka kamra tayar karoon. Aap yahan rahiye jab tak woh wapas nahi aate."