Peer-e-Kamil (S.A.W) By Umera Ahmad In English Page 17

Peer-e-Kamil(S.A.w)

Peer-e-Kamil(S.A.W) First Chapter.

=Your son is amongst those 2.5 percent of the world‘s population who

have an IQ of more than 150. With this level of intelligence, whatever he

does may be extraordinary, but not unexpected. Salar had been at the

International School for only a week when Sikandar Usman and his 

wife had been called over by the school administration. The school

psychologist had informed them about Salar‘s various IQ tests in which

his performance and score had amazed his teachers and also the

psychologist. He was the only child in the school with such a high IQ

and very soon he became the focus of everyone‘s attention.

During his meeting with Mr and Mrs Usman, the psychologist got

another opportunity to dig out more information about Salar‘s

childhood. He had been studying Salar‘s case with much interest which

was personal rather than professional—it was the first time he had

come across such an IQ level.

Sikandar Usman remembered well that when Salar was just two years

old, he was remarkably fluent in his speech, unlike other boys of his age,

and very often he came up with things that left him and his wife

wondering.

One day he was speaking to his brother on the phone while watching

TV, and Salar was playing nearby. After the call ended, Sikandar saw

Salar pick up the phone and say, =Hello, Uncle, this is Salar.‘

Sikandar watched him as he happily chatted away. =I am well. How are

you?‘ Sikandar thought he was play-acting. The next sentence made

him sit up. =Baba is right here, watching TV. No, he did not call—I

called you.‘

=Salar, who are you talking to?‘ asked Sikandar.

=Uncle Shahnawaz,‘ he replied. Sikandar took the phone from him. He

thought Salar may have dialed at random or else pressed the redial

button.

=Salar has dialed the number, I‘m sorry,‘ he apologized to his brother.

=How could he do that? Isn‘t he too young?‘ His brother was surprised.

=He probably pressed the redial button accidentally.‘ Sikandar switched

off the phone and put it back in place.

Salar, who was quietly listening to this conversation, went and picked

up the phone again—Sikandar looked at him as he expertly dialed

Shahnawaz‘s number, just as an adult would. He was shocked—he did

not expect a two-year-old to do this, He reached out to disconnect the

call.

=Salar, do you know Shahnawaz‘s number?‘ he asked.

=Yes,‘ came the calm reply.

=What is it?‘

Salar rattled it off. Sikandar stared at him—he did not think Salar

knew how to count, let alone remember a string of digits. =Who taught

you this number?‘  

=I learnt it myself.‘

=How?‘

=You just dialed it.‘ Salar looked at him.

=Do you know how to count?‘

=Yes.‘

=How far can you count?‘

=Till a hundred.‘

=Show me how.‘

Like a machine, Salar counted from one to one hundred, in one breath.

Sikandar could feel knots in his stomach. =I am going to dial a number

now, and when I disconnect you call the same number,‘ he said.

=OK.‘ Salar was enjoying this game. Sikandar dialed a number then

switched off the phone. Salar immediately took the receiver and dialed

the same number as confidently as his father had. Sikandar‘s head was

spinning. Salar could remember any numbers that he dialed, and could

then dial them accurately. He had a photographic memory.

Sikandar called his wife. =I haven‘t taught him numbers,‘ she said.

Yesterday I just said out the numbers one to hundred. But I did get him

some books a few days ago.‘

Sikandar asked Salar to count to a hundred—this he did while his

mother watched in amazement. Convinced that the child was far ahead

in intelligence for his age, they enrolled him in school much earlier than

they had his siblings. He excelled in school.

=This child needs your special attention, because compared to children

of average intelligence, such children have a more sensitive and

complicated nature. If he has a good upbringing, he will be an asset to

your family—indeed to the country.‘ Sikandar Usman and his wife

listened with pride to the psychologist who was a foreigner. They began

to give Salar preferential treatment at home: he became the most

beloved and favorite child and they were very proud of his

achievements.

At school, he was promoted to the next class after just one term, and

then again at the end of the term he was promoted yet again. Sikandar

was perturbed—he did not want Salar to be sitting for his O levels and

A levels at the age of eight and ten. Considering the speed of his

progress, this seemed quite likely.

=I would like you to let my son spend a full year in class before he is

promoted to the next level. I do not want him to race through his

academic career in school at this abnormal speed. You can increase his

subjects and activities, but let him progress normally towards  

promotion.‘

So, Salar was not moved up mid-term; his talents and energy were

channeled into sports and other extra-curricular activities. Chess,

tennis, golf and music interested him the most, and he took an active

part in whatever happened in school—if he did not participate in

something it was only because he did not find it challenging enough.