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

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Woh Khana-e-Kaaba ke courtyard mein Salar ke saath baithi thi. Salar uske daye taraf baitha tha. Yeh unka yahan aakhri raat thi. Woh pichhle pandrah dinon se yahan thay. Unhone abhi tahajud ki namaz khatam ki thi. Mamool ke mutabiq, woh tahajud ke baad wahan se chale jaate. Aaj unhone aisa nahi kiya. Woh apni jagah par hi baith gaye. Unke aur Kaaba ke darmiyan bohot se log thay. Iske bawajood, unhe Kaaba ke darwaze saaf dikhayi de rahe thay. Wahan baithe, dono ne ek hi sapne ke bare mein socha. Ab woh us raat ko apne samne dekh rahe thay-woh sapna jee rahe thay.

Khana-e-Kaaba ke farsh par baitha hua, apne pairo ko moode hue, Salar Surah Rehman ki tilawat kar raha tha. Imama ne uske paas baithne ke bajaaye apne liye thodi si jagah Salar se left aur peeche dhundi. Quran ki tilawat karte hue, Salar ne peeche dekha aur uska haath pakad kar usko apne paas baithne ka ishara kiya. Imama uske paas aa kar baith gayi. Salar ne uska haath chhod diya. Uska poora dhyan ab Kaaba par tha. Imama bhi Kaaba ki taraf dekh rahi thi, aur saath hi saath apne shauhar ki khubsurat awaaz mein Quran ki tilawat sun rahi thi-"To phir tum apne Rubb ki kaunsi naimat ko jhutlaoge?"

Nau saal pehle Hashim Mubeen ne uska mazaak udate hue kaha tha, "Jo tum kar rahi ho Imama, tumhe ek din iska afsos hoga... tumhare paas kuch bhi nahi bachega." Hashim Mubeen ne yeh alfaaz kehte hue uske chehre par thappad mara tha. "Tumhare paas sirf shikwa aur gham, sharmindagi aur zaleel honi bachegi. Allah aise larkiyon ko saza deta hai; tum duniya ko apna chehra dikhane ke layak nahi rahogi," usne dusri baar thappad mara.

Imama ki aankhon mein aansoo bhar aaye. Hashim Mubeen ke alfaaz uske kaanon mein goonj rahe thay. "Aisa waqt aayega jab tum hamare paas wapas aaogi. Tum wapas aane ki bheek maango gi. Tum mafi ke liye rotey hue guzarish karo gi ke tumhe wapas liya jaye aur hum tumhe rad kar denge. Tab tum rokar apni ghalti tasleem karo gi..."

Imama ne dukhi muskurahat ke saath kaha, "Baba, meri khwahish yeh hai..." usne dheere se apne aap se kaha, "...ke ek din main aapke samne aaon aur aap dekhein ke mere chehre par koi sharmindagi ka nishaan nahi, koi be-izzati ka asar nahi. Allah aur unke pyare Nabi (PBUH) ne mujhe mehfooz rakha. Unhone mujhe is duniya mein mehfooz rakha aur Qayamat ke din bhi mujhe koi sharmindagi nahi hogi; aur agar aaj main yahan hoon to yeh sirf isliye hai kyunki main sahi raaste par hoon, aur yahan baith kar main ek martaba phir tasdeeq karti hoon ke hamare pyare Nabi (PBUH) aakhri Nabi hain. Unke baad koi nabi nahi aaya aur na kabhi aayega. Main tasdeeq karti hoon ke woh Perfect Mentor hain. Main tasdeeq karti hoon ke unse zyada perfect koi insaan kabhi nahi hua. Unke khandaan ka koi bhi shakhs unka muqabla nahi kar sakta aur na kabhi kar sakega. Main Allah se dua karti hoon ke main kabhi kisi ko unke barabar na samjhoon aur na kabhi itni jurrat karoon ke kisi ko hamare pyare Nabi (PBUH) ke barabar rakhun. Allah hamesha mujhe sahi raaste par chalaye. Beshak, main unki koi bhi naimat jhutla nahi sakti."

Salar ne Surah Rehman ki tilawat khatam ki. Kuch der ke liye ruk kar phir woh sajde mein chala gaya. Uth kar, woh khada hone wala tha, lekin ruk gaya. Imama aankhein band kiye, dono haath dua mein uthaye baithi thi. Woh baith gaya aur uske dua khatam hone ka intezar karne laga. Imama ne apni dua khatam ki. Salar khada hona chahta tha lekin woh khada nahi ho saka.

Imama ne uska dayaan haath pakad liya. Usne hairani se uski taraf dekha. Itni raat ke is waqt, aansuon se bhare chehre ke saath lekin khushi se chamakte hue chehre ke saath, Imama ne Salar se kaha, "Aisa kaha jaata hai ke insaan ko woh nahi milta jise woh pyar karta hai-tumhe pata hai aisa kyun hota hai? Kyunki pyar mein sachayi honi chahiye; agar sachayi nahi hai to pyar nahi hai. Jab main Jalal se pyar karti thi, nau saal pehle, mere pyar mein poori sachayi thi. Main dua karti thi aur apni khwahish ko haqeeqat banane ke liye sab kuch kiya...aur phir bhi mujhe apni khwahish nahi mili."

Woh apni poncho par baithi thi. Salar ka haath, jo usne dheere se pakda tha, uske ghutne par tha. "Tumhe pata hai aisa kyun hua? Kyunki tab tak tum mujhe pyar karne lage thay aur tumhara pyar mere pyar se sacha tha." Salar ne apne haath ko dekha. Uske aansoo uske haath par gir rahe thay. Usne Imama ki taraf dekha. "Mujhe ab lagta hai ke Allah ne mujhe bade pyar se banaya. Unhone mujhe kisi aise insaan ko dena nahi chaha jo mujhe tasleem ya izzat nahi dega; jo mujhe izzat nahi dega. Aur yahi hota agar main Jalal ke saath hoti. Usne mujhe kabhi izzat nahi di hoti. In nau saalon mein, Allah ne mujhe yeh haqeeqat dikhayi hai. Unhone in nau saalon mein sab aadmiyon ke achche aur bure pehlu dikhaye hain, aur phir mujhe Salar Sikander se nikaah karaya, yeh jaante hue ke sirf woh mujhe sachche dil se pyar karta hai. Aur kaun mujhe yahan la sakta tha siwaye tumhare? Tum sahi thay jab tumne kaha ke tumhara pyar mere liye pak aur sacha tha."

Salar ne Imama ko chup chaap dekha. Imama ne Salar ka haath apne haath mein le kar dheere se uska bosa liya, phir uska haath apni aankhon par rakha. "Main tumse kitna pyar karungi, mujhe nahi pata. Yeh dil ka mamla hai aur mere paas apne dil par koi ikhtiyar nahi. Lekin yeh zaroor pata hai ke jab tak hum saath hain, main wafadar aur farmanbardar rahungi. Yeh mere bas mein hai. Main har mushkil waqt mein tumhare saath rahungi; chahe zindagi hum par jo bhi mushkil daale, main tumhare saath rahungi, tumhari himayat ke liye. Main achche waqt mein tumhari zindagi ka hissa bani hoon; agar halaat badal gaye aur hum mushkil ka samna karte hain to main tumhare saath rahungi."

Usne uska haath utni hi narmi se chhor diya jitni narmi se pakda tha. Uska sar jhuka hua tha aur usne apne haathon ko apne chehre par pher liya.

Bina kuch kahe Salar khada ho gaya. Usne Khana-e-Kaaba ke darwazon ki taraf dekha. Usse waqai mein Allah ne ek nihayat nek aur behtareen aurat bakhshi thi, ek aisi biwi-jis ke liye usne nau saalon tak dil se dua ki thi ke usse wapas mil jaye. Kya aisa koi naimat thi jo usse Allah ne nahi di? Jab woh uske saath khada tha, usne ehsaas kiya ke usse kitni badi zimmedari di gayi thi: is aurat ka khayal rakhne ki-yeh aurat jo apni nekhi aur parhezgari mein usse bohot aage thi.

Imama bhi khadi ho gayi. Salar ne uska haath pakda aur dono tayar ho gaye wahan se nikalne ke liye. Usse yeh zimmedari di gayi thi ke woh is aurat ki hifazat kare jo, uske muqable mein, jaan bujh kar ek gunaahon se door zindagi guzaarne ka faisla kar chuki thi. Jo apni jismani aur jazbati kamzori ke bawajood, uske muqable mein, apne nafsani khwahishat ko apne jism aur rooh par haavi nahi hone deti thi.

Uska haath pakde hue aur bheed mein dheere dheere chalte hue, Salar ne pehli baar apni zindagi mein parhezgari aur nekhi ka asal matlab samjha. Jab woh bheed ke darmiyan se guzarte hue, Imama uske kuch kadam peeche chal rahi thi, to usse mehsoos hua ke jaise uski poori zindagi ek screen par chal rahi ho aur usne apne andar ek zabardast khauf mehsoos kiya. Apni gunaah aur ghaltiyon se bhari zindagi ke bawajood, usne sirf Allah ke naimat dekhi thi lekin ab koi bhi Allah ke gazab se itna nahi darta jitna ke woh ab darta tha.

Woh jis ka IQ level 150+ tha; woh jis ko photographic memory ka tohfa mila tha, ab usne yeh samjha ke in inam ke bawajood ek insaan bilkul andheray mein bhatak sakta hai. Usne bhi bohot martaba bhatka tha... bohot se tareekon se... aur uske inherent skills us waqt uske kisi kaam nahi aaye the-na uska high IQ; na uski photographic memory.

Yeh aurat jo uske saath chal rahi thi, uske paas yeh dono faayde nahi the. Uske bajaye, uske haath mein hidayat ka ek chhota sa jugnu tha, aur uske roshni ke dhamake mein, usne zindagi ke har andheri gali se guzra, bina kabhi bhatke.

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