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

Second Last Chapter

"Main Salar se talaaq lena chahti hoon." Dr. Sibt-e-Ali masjid se wapas aaye the aur Imama ne unka peecha karte hue study mein dakhil hui thi. Bina kisi muqaddima ya wazahat ke, usne apne dil ki baat keh di.

"Amina?" Woh apni kaanon par yaqeen nahi kar sake.

"Main uske saath nahi reh sakti." Usne farsh ki taraf dekhte hue kaha, aankhon mein aankhen milane se inkaar karte hue.

"Amina, mujhe pata hai ke yeh uski doosri shaadi hai lekin pehli shaadi ka koi hisaab nahi. Furqan ne mujhe bataya ke uski pehli biwi nau saal pehle gayab hui thi aur tab se uska koi ata pata nahi. Waise bhi, woh asal shaadi nahi thi; unhone sirf nikah kiya tha." Dr. Sibt-e-Ali ne samjha ke uska concern Salar ki pehli shaadi tha. "Kaun jaane woh kahan hai. Nau saal bohat lambi muddat hai."

"Mujhe uski pehli biwi ka pata hai." Usne ab bhi apni aankhein nahi uthayi.

"Tum usko jaanti ho?" Dr. Sibt-e-Ali hairaan ho gaye.

"Woh main hoon." Usne farsh se apni aankhein utha kar seedha unki taraf dekha.

Dr. Sibt-e-Ali be-hosh se ho gaye.

"Tumhe yaad hai nau saal pehle main Islamabad se Lahore ek larke ke saath aayi thi; baad mein tumne bataya ke mere ghar walon ne uske khilaf police mein case darj karaya tha."

"Salar Sikandar... kya yeh wahi aadmi hai?"

"Jee, wahi." Imama ne sar hilaya. Dr. Sibt-e-Ali shock mein lag rahe the. Unka pehla ta'aruf Salar se Furqan ke zariye hua tha. Yeh char saal baad hua jab Imama unke ghar mein aayi thi; unhone kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ke is shakhs ka Imama ke saath koi ta'alluq ho sakta hai. Char saal pehle bas ek naam suna tha jo char saal baad milne wale shakhs se juda nahi ho sakta. Aur waise bhi yeh shakhs mazhabi tha: usne Quran hifz kar rakha tha.

Na baat cheet mein, na adaaon mein, na kirdar mein, Salar mein woh ajeeb khasiyatein thi jo Imama ne Salar ke baare mein bayan ki thi. Unhe Salar ne dhoka diya, lekin yeh unka asli qasoor tha ya kuch taqdeer ka khel?

"To nau saal pehle tumne usse shaadi ki thi?" Dr. Sibt-e-Ali ab bhi is halat par yakeen nahi kar pa rahe the aur jo suna tha uska tasdeeq kar rahe the.

"Humne sirf nikah kiya tha," Imama ne dheemi awaaz mein kaha. Phir jaldi se usne saari kahani bayan kar di. Dr. Sibt-e-Ali chup chaap sunte rahe. Woh kaafi dair tak khamosh rahe phir bole, "Tumhe mujh par bharosa karna chahiye tha Imama. Main tumhari madad kar sakta tha."

Imama ki aankhein ansuon se bhar gayi. "Aap theek kehte hain. Haan, mujhe karna chahiye tha, lekin aap tasavvur bhi nahi kar sakte ke un dinon mein main kis zehni aziyat se guzar rahi thi. Shayad yeh imtihan bhi meri taqdeer ka hissa tha." Usne apni baat par kuch dair ghoor kiya phir aansuon se bhari aankhon se Dr. Sibt-e-Ali ki taraf muskurahat ke saath dekha, "Lekin ab sab theek hai. Aap meri talaaq mein madad karenge."

"Nahi. Main tumhari talaaq mein madad nahi kar sakta, Amina. Main hi ne yeh shaadi arrange ki thi."

"Wohi to main keh rahi hoon ke aap hi is talaaq ko arrange karein."

"Lekin kyun? Kyun main tumhari talaaq mein madad karoon?"

"Kyun? Kyun ke... kyun ke woh acha aadmi nahi hai... kyun ke main apni zindagi aise aadmi ke saath nahi guzarna chahti... hum do alag alag duniyaon ke log hain." Uska hosla toot raha tha.

"Main ne kabhi Allah se shikayat nahi ki, Abbu. Main ne hamesha apni taqdeer ko qabool kiya, lekin ab mujhe Allah se shikayat hai. Mujhe sab se bura aadmi diya gaya." Uski aankhon se aansuon ki dhara behne lagi. "Zyada ladkiyan bohot kuch chahti hain... main ne kabhi Allah se kuch nahi manga siwaye ek 'saleh' aadmi ke aur mujhe yeh bhi nahi mila. Kya main ek ache aadmi ke laayak nahi?"