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Shaheed-e-Mohabbat Boota Singh (lit. Martyr-in-Love Boota Singh)

"Martyr-in-Love Boota Singh"?

I didn't get it. A Sikh's tomb in a Muslim graveyard?

Yeah, a Sikh's tomb in a Muslim graveyard.

Because who sacrifice themselves for love, are beyond religions.

You're not talking straight. I still didn't understand.

Dear friend, it seems that you're not from around here.

Because if you were a Lahori, you'd have never asked the question.

Boota Singh's anniversary is being celebrated today.

Look, the whole Lahore is here to pay respect. Look!

You're right. I really don't know.

Who was Boota Singh? And what noble he did...

..that Muslims, who were killing Sikhs in 1947,

..paying respect to a Sikh, today?

You were talking about Lahoris?

The people who brutally killed the Sikhs and set their houses on fire.

Boota Singh extinguished that fire of hatred with love...

and filled their hearts with love only.

Let me know the story of Boota Singh.

If he was a human or an angel.

He was just a human like you and I.

But what he did for his love...

would surely make angels salute him.

The story is old enough.

Many years before the independence,

when we were being ruled by the Britishers.

Boota Singh was a soldier from Jalandhar.

After fighting under the command of Lord Mount Batten,

..when Boota Singh returned back to his village from the Burma front,

..all his age-mates were married, having their own families.

Boota Singh's youth was flying away.

But a hope to have a family of his own...

..was still floating in some corner of his heart.

Recognize me?

I'm Boota. Boota Singh!

You were of this (tiny) size when I left the village.

But now you're taller than me!

No friends? Alone here?

I was at the front, but why you're alone, huh?

What?

Yeah, I'm not so young, too.

Okay friend. Bye then.

We'll talk later sometime.

Hmm?

(Greetings) Let me touch your feet , uncle!

Why are you staring like that, uncle?

I'm Boota. Not his ghost.

Thank God, you're back alive from the front!

Couldn't be here when my father died.

Don't be sad. Come in. Come.

Hey, see who is here! Come. Come in.

- Sat Sri Akaal! - Don't you bow down before me...

..but the Guru Granth Sahib.

No, not more.

I know, you'll now go to the temple and then the mosque.

The lovely thing is that you don't visit the places to worship.

Don't know what people think of you?

But a person like you is always dear to the God.

Give me.

Take it and go now.

Now, what's your plan for the future, Boota?

Nothing, uncle.

Just farming.

And will get married, full filling father's last wish...

that he expressed in every letter.

Son, the younger ones are unmarried.

How could you find a bride at this age?

I suggest recite Japji Sahib daily. It'll be better for you.

Whatever God decides, uncle.

Let me see how is my home.

- Okay then, uncle. - Okay.

- Bye, aunt. - Bye, Boota.

- Bye, brother. - Bye, bro.

He's gonna die unmarried.

His part of land will be ours, son.

Mother. Mother, I'm hungry, too.

Eat this hot Prauntha, son.

Here you go.

Oi, Boota, isn't your fast today?

O leave it ji, my son is hungry, let him eat.

He is going to be a soldier.

He's not gonna be weak if he miss a time.

Look, he'll not be fasting until I'm here.

Who's gonna care when I'm gone.

Who are you?

- Ramzani. And you? - Boota Singh.

Where you came from?

- From the (Burma) front. - Where will you go?

Nowhere.

The ones who come, don't go, and those who've gone, don't come.

But I'm not either one of them.

I'll stay. It's my home.

- Home? It's your home? - Hmm.

Yeah, brother, it's my home.

- But I have no home. - Then where do you live?

In the village. The whole village is my home.

Then, it means you're the owner of the village.

You're the king and we, your people.

You're my people?

Now, come...

- ..and help your people. - Huh? What do I do?

- Help me cleaning the house. - How?

- By sweeping. - You got it!!

- Take it. - Throw away, dude.

Hey, where are you going?

Bibi (Lady), give me some water, please.

Boota Singh, you?

Santo?

Did your wife also come or is there?

- I'm not married yet. - Why?

I heard that Burmese girls are very charming.

- But not for me. - Really?

Why?

There was a girl...

..to whom I, once, promised to get married to.

If you'd have gone after we got married,

..I would still be waiting for you.

How long a (unmarried) girl can wait?

10 years? 20?

It's extremely hard to fight with time, Boota.

No matter how hard you fight, it finally defeats you.

Even Heer, Sassi and Sohni were defeated...

then who am I?

- Boota. - Hmm?

Today, you'd have been the father of 3 children.

- Three? - Yeah.

I'm mother of 3 children.

- He is the eldest. - Come here, boy.

- What is your name? - Boota.

Boota.

Let's go home, mother.

Okay.

It's all about fate, Santo.

Some have good, and some have bad.

Are you gonna stay or go back?

I'm done there, I think.

Okay.

- Are you home, soldier? - Come, Shah ji, come in.

These works doesn't suit you, soldier.

- They belongs to women. - I know.

- But God didn't make one for me. - No, no, no. Don't blame god.

- He sent me as a medium to you. - So, you know some magic trick?

I frequently visit U.P. & Bihar for business.

There is much poverty.

From there, I can manage a beautiful wife for you.

But it'll cost some money.

- How much? - Rupees 2000, nearly.

Two thousand. But I have only 500.

No problem. Borrow from your uncle?

He has a family to feed.

They have their own needs.

Find some other way then.

I have some productive land...

..that can save me, nearly, 500 a year.

Meaning it'll take about 3 years.

Okay call me when you've managed.

I got to go now.

You'll be married, finally.

After being assured by Vilayati Ram,

Boota Singh's dying hope was young again.

He started saving every penny for that.

Poor Boota Singh worked hard 24/7 trying to save the maximum.

Time continue passing by days, weeks and years.

AUGUST, 1947 PARTITION OF INDIA

The train stopped in the jungle.

We sat breathless.

In some time, Muslims came with their swords waving in the air.

And shouting "Allah Hoo", they started killing everyone.

They killed my mother and son before my eyes.

They took my daughter away.

There were dead bodies around me.

They left me for dead to die every moment.

When the train arrived Jalandhar,

there were dead bodies all around. Dead bodies all around

They killed our Sikh and Hindu brothers...

..and Muslims here are still living fearless.

It's not their fault.

Why take revenge from the Muslims living here?

Why not? Aren't they Muslims?

Then what?

They belong here, not Arab.

They are one of us. Our brothers, our friends.

It's our duty to protect them.

But what if our neighbor villages attacked them?

Riots are everywhere.

In my opinion, they should be taken to a safe place.

They'll be back when it's over.

Till then, we'll take care of their houses etc..

Yeah, that's better.

So, Boota Singh, it's your responsibility.

You're an experienced one.

Lambardar ji, I promise,

..they'll reach the camp safe and sound.

I'll protect them till my last breath.

- "Jo Bole So Nihaal...!!" - "..Sat Sri Akaal!!!"

Okay, Boota Singh. May god bless you.

Take these keys.

If we never come back...

- ..then everything is yours. - What are you saying uncle.

You'll definitely be back.

Water can't be cut by a sword. Be positive.

Okay, Boota Singh.

May Allah bless you with long life.

Let's go, brother!

MUSLIM REFUGEES HEADED FOR PAKISTAN

Mother!! Mother!

- Father!! Help!! - Help my daughter!!

- Help!! - Father!!

You stay away!!

For Allah's sake, leave me!!

Hey! Catch her!!

Sardar ji, Help!!!

Hey, stop!

Let the girl go. She is no match for you.

- Hey, give our prey back. - What would you do with her?

First enjoy, then kill.

- We'll do the duty. - To hell with such duty.

She came to me for help. It's my duty to protect her.

She is a Muslim.

Then? Is this a fault to born in a Muslim family?

What about the girls born in the Sikh and Hindu families?

We'll do the same with her...

what Muslims do with ours. We'll avenge.

Is that what you've learned from the Guru Granth Sahib?

Don't exhort us, soldier.

People locked the Geeta, Quran and Guru Granth Sahib, nowadays.

Be clear if you're charmed by her beauty.

- Shame on your joke. - Not a joke, soldier.

You're unmarried and so are we.

If you wanna keep her, you have to pay for it.

Pay?

Boota Singh, we got her very hard, rupees 2500 is a fair price, I think.

- And what if I refuse to. - Then you'll witness her being raped!

- Hey, take her! - Not a step forward!

You both will be killed, soldier.

- Don't make us your enemy. - Accept the deal, soldier.

They've gone crazy, Boota.

You may not save her even at your life.

It's better to pay them and keep the humanity alive.

What are you thinking?

- How much do you want? - Told you, rupees 2500.

But I have 1800 only.

Not enough according to her beauty.

Well, I'm very kind.

You won't get a second chance to get her.

But accepted! We'll find another one.

I think there is no need to count.

Go enjoy then.

The girl is all yours from now.

Let's go enjoy as well.

The meal is ready, take it.

I'm gonna lock the door from outside,

so that no one enters in my absence.

I'm leaving. Any question?

I was after him.

I warned him that I'll kill him within 200 yard.

He is tired.

I move my sword in the air and his head was on the ground.

I've done my duty 99 times.

One more, and I'll consider it a pilgrimage.

Few days back, we attacked a train heading for Lahore.

At the end, we found a Brahmin there.

Just before getting off, I thought of teasing him.

I said, "O Brahmin, are you going to Pakistan?"

He said, "No, say Allah, why I'd go to Pakistan?"

And we killed him at once.

Give me one more bottle.

Hey, soldier.

Why you're here?

Swarna told me..

- ..that he deliver you a wine-like girl. - What rubbish are you talking?

That Muslim girl!

Whose eyes are glasses of wine themselves.

Whose every gentle move is intoxicating.

Keep enjoying.

Keep enjoying the endless wine of beauty.

Hey!

Hey, guys, not here. Do what you want but outside.

You so of a...

- Hey, not here. - You son of a... I'll kill you.

Get off! I'll kill this... bastard!

♪ Hey, get up, it's morning! ♪

♪ Night is no more to be asleep! ♪

♪ Night is no more to be asleep! ♪

Forgive me friend, Ramzani.

Last night, I was here, in your kingdom, without your permission.

You didn't do good last night.

Me?

- What did I do? - You fought while drunk.

In my kingdom?

Please, forgive me, o King. My fault.

Please, o king of the world!

- It'll not be repeated. - Okay. Forgiven.

Take this twig.

- It's of Neem. - Really?

- Hmm. - Okay, then.

- Who's there? - Boota Singh.

- Boota Singh, who? - The owner of the house.

Where was the owner last night?

Where I wished.

O Waheguru Akaal Purakh bless me!

The owner slept out and the outsiders in,

..is this the tradition of the village?

You're not going to be here for life to worry about the tradition.

O Allah! What are you doing?

I thought someone might be hungry.

At least I am.

I'm going to make Rotis.

- It doesn't suit men. - Really?

No one told me before.

Because there is no women here.

But you don't belong to the women. You're a guest.

Then what? I'm still a woman.

Guests stay for a while, and finally, go away.

Then again, the same Boota Singh, the same women works.

Come on, move.

Everyone is a guest on Earth and is not forever.

You and I are such guests. It's all about time.

You cook very well.

My mother says...

..the work you enjoy doing, always end up good.

Tell me about yourself.

Name is Zainab. Belong to Rajasthan.

Faced the same what many others did.

Now you will decide what's next.

God will decide, not me.

As soon as everything is normal, I'll take you to your parents.

Till then, you are my responsibility.

Sardar ji, until I'm here..

..you're not doing any home-work.

Okay, as you wish.

I'm leaving for the farms.

I'll be there with the lunch.

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- Oi, Boota Singh! - Coming, Shah ji!

- Sat Sri Akaal, Shah ji! - Sat Sri Akaal, Boota. Sit.

Tomorrow I'm going to U.P.

I'll bring a woman and you'll be married!

Shah ji, it seems there is no line of marriage in my hands.

What do you mean?

You're saving money for your marriage for the last three years!

- Yeah, right, I do. - That's it, then!

By God, Boota, I'm not even charging you my fee.

All the money will go to the girl's poor family.

- But, Shah ji, the money is gone. - Gone?

Where? Did you gamble?

You know I don't gamble.

Few days back, some youngsters were chasing a Muslim girl.

They wanted to kill her.

Just paid for her life.

And you spent your life savings to rescue a Muslim girl, Boota?

Who is she to you, you fool?

Now, what you gonna do with her?

As the riots over, I'll take her to her family in Pakistan.

You gonna die unmarried, fool!

Even having nobody to perform your last rituals.

Can I suggest you something?

Marry the girl.

Shah ji, you think humans are subject to buy and sell?

Neither Boota Singh did that trade before nor will.

Go to hell, then.

What if you got sick, nobody will take care of you.

- Your rivals wouldn't even offer. - No problem. May God bless me.

"May God bless me."

Where are you going?

Going to sleep, outside.

Whose house is this?

Mine.

And who am I?

An outsider in your refuge, not the owner of the house.

From today, you'll sleep on the bed, and me, on the ground.

Don't you... fear of me?

No, I don't.

Should I?

No.. I didn't mean that, Zainab.

- People will consider it bad. - What do you mean "will"?

They might have started already.

Whatever they do, I don't care.

- But Zainab you... - Quiet! It's been decided.

- Sat Sri Akaal, Shah ji! - Sat Sri Akaal! Sat Sri Akaal!

Then, what brought you here, Boota Singh?

- Just need some suits, Shah ji. - Suits?

Oi, Boota Singh, this shop doesn't have suits for you.

I sell ladies' suits only. Yeah!

- Actually, I need ladies' suits. - Really?

Oi, Boota Singh, shame on you.

Well, what I've to do with it!

- What are the measurements? - Measurements?

I don't.. know that.

Then go and get her measurements or ask her.

Okay, wait.

- Get her along, here. - Here?

No... I can't do this.

Really?

- What's the age? - Age...

- Age... 16 or 17, I guess. - 16 or 17?

Shame on you, Boota Singh.

Well, why am I worrying!

Okay, how tall is she?

Heavy or skinny?

- Just like her. - Like her?

Have you gone mad, Boota?

Well, what I've to do with it! I'm just a seller. Here you go.

What's that?

- It's just some suits for you. - For me?

From where you got my measurements?

I see you daily.

Really?

Sardar ji, are they your eyes or the measuring tapes...

that measure women's bodies?

Didn't anyone, ever, slap you?

You're talking about the world's women, I just meant you!

Really?

- The seller replace if it's a mismatch? - He said so.

Wait, I'm gonna show you.

Sardar ji, your eyes are just amazing,

guessed my size absolutely right!

Tell me, how do I...

Strange man.

At least should see, how do I look.

You almost killed me!

- Who're you? - Ramzani.

Ramzani? Ramzani, who?

This village is mine. Who're you?

I'm Zainab.

- Assalaam-o-Aalaikum! - Walaikum Assalaam!

You're very beautiful! And I'm hungry.

Come, have the meal.

- Sat Sri Akaal, uncle! - Sat Sri Akaal!

Lets have some tea or something.

- Later sometime, I'm in a hurry, now. - Wait a minute, uncle, who is that...

..teenager girl at Boota's home?

A teenager girl?

At Boota Singh's home? Who told you?

He bought six suits for her from me.

- Did he pay in cash? - No. He'll pay after the harvest.

Well, why I'm worrying.

He owns 3 acres of land.

I shouldn't be worried about my payment.

Well, I shouldn't care...

..if he buy for a teenager or a 35-years-old. I'm just a seller.

Tea.

Boota, this girl just changed the look of your house.

But be careful, these people can't be trusted.

Uncle, what precious I have for her to run away with?

Boota, you're (cousin) sister's gonna get married.

Hmm-hmm!

She is, actually, like a daughter to you.

- Is the guy well settled? - Doing government job, earns much.

Then Raj Rani gonna be a queen.

Boota,

..your mother bought a necklace for your wife.

- Chhajju jeweler told me! - Yeah, that's right.

You still hope for a family or not?

Just the death rituals is the next, uncle.

Don't say bad words, you mad. I'm here for you.

- Do you still have that necklace? - Yes!

Keeping the mother's keepsake with great care.

I'm asking if you can gift it at Raj Rani's wedding...

That's much better, uncle.

Gonna get it for you.

- Uncle? - Yes?

Couldn't find it.

- I forget where I placed it. - Telling the truth?

Tell me, if you don't wanna give it to me.

What're you saying, uncle? I'm not lying to you.

Well, it's not a hurry.

Take it to me when found, uh? I Gotta go.

What happened? Is the food not tasty?

No, that's not the case, Zainab.

I'm not just hungry.

Let me know, why?

That necklace was the last keepsake of my mother.

It made me feel that mother was still here.

Now, I feel, like, I lost her forever.

Like she is angry.

If you love it that much, then keep it with greater care.

You had it?

If I didn't, you'd have lost it to him.

Uncle and Raj Rani are not strangers but my own blood.

Your "own blood" never even offer you a glass of water.

You even used to cook food yourself, before me.

What are you saying, Zainab?

They're waiting for you to die, so they can capture your part of land.

I never thought about that.

You'd have made to think if there were a woman here.

Take the meal.

Zainab, today you're here, tomorrow you may not.

Who'll teach me these things, then?

Tomorrow is uncertain, Sardar ji.

We decide when it comes.

It's Zainab's fate to be in this village...

that's why she was saved by Boota Singh.

Boota have gone mad.

I think he's planning to marry her.

What? What're you saying?

I've seen this in his eyes.

My daughter is going to get married.

If her in-laws comes to know...

..that her cousin has a Muslim wife,

they will break the relationship.

You don't worry, I'll call the Panchayat meet tonight.

Boota Singh.

When the whole Panjab was captured by the riots,

..our village had peace.

You protected the Muslim population.

But now I heard...

..that you bought a Muslim girl,

..who is at your home right now.

Tell people the truth?

The truth is that I didn't buy the girl...

but paid for her life.

Let everything be normal, I'll take her to her parents.

If you can take the whole Muslim population safely,

..then what's the problem with one girl?

Tell us if you need any help.

If the Panchayat's ordering me...

..to drive Zainab to the camp, then I'll follow that.

Zainab?

- How long it'll take you? - Just coming!

Sat Sri Akaal! I'll come, too. I didn't see a city yet.

Okay, come along.

Ready?

Zainab, you didn't ask why we're going to the city?

Sardar ji, I trust you.

If you ask me to jump into a well, I'd jump blindly.

It's not good to trust too much in a human being, Zainab.

Here we go.

- We've arrived. - What's this place?

This is a camp for refugees bond for Pakistan.

Then?

There is this guy, Aslam.

Very nice guy.

Your age-mate as well. I've talked to him.

He'll marry you and take you to Pakistan,

..and, so, to your parents.

I present... this necklace... as your wedding gift.

Gift?

Keep your gift for your rivals.

Who are you to fix my wedding with a stranger?

You decided my life for feeding me two Rotis?

Who gave you the right?

Zainab,

do I not have the right to do something nice to you?

You protected me.

Been my savior.

And today, my savior is handing me to a stranger?

Why?

Because I'm a Muslim?

Sardar Boota Singh, go back to your hell.

And I'll endure what happens to me.

Ramzani, tell me what do I do, man?

Go to your hell taking her along.

Boota Singh, we understand your helplessness.

But you understand ours.

We all have sisters and daughters.

Zainab can't live with you without getting married to you.

Now, tell me, do you agree to marry her?

My agreement or disagreement is out of question.

Actually, the question is...

why would Zainab marry a man like me?

- You ask her. - No, sir. I can't do this.

Okay, no problem. We'll ask her.

But if she agrees, then you have to marry her.

Zainab, answer with a "yes" or "no".

Do you agree to get married to Boota?

Yes. I do.

Would you like some sweet?

Live long, my daughter!

Hurry up! I'm hungry!

Come, come, come!

Father, you said Boota would die unmarried,

..his part of land will be ours. But he's got married.

- Just married, he's not a father yet. - It doesn't need much time.

It needs, son. Be patient, take the meal.

Till yesterday, she was like a scared deer.

But looking stunning in the wedding dress, today.

Lets go girls, she doesn't want us here.

Boota, the first night is important otherwise the wife become the head.

Boota, we've prayed so long for this day.

Why making her wait longer.

You drunkards, go home. Go.

Just leaving, Kuldeep Kaur,

- why getting angry? - Come, Ramzani, have the meal.

- Lets go, tailor, we're no longer needed. - Come on, Boota. Get up.

- It starts now. - Come, come.

- Get in. - Come.

Leave, girls. Go home.

- Hey, you...? - I'm hungry.

O Allah!!

Sardar ji, be careful.

You got me, I'm safe.

Now, tell me, who are you?

Who am I?

I'm your wife.

Every night, same dream in the hangover.

I ask, "who are you?"

She says, "I'm your wife."

In the morning, wine gets off, wife disappears,

..and Boota is alone again.

I'm Zainab.

Not wine, that gets off.

Zainab.

What about dreams you had?

Who gets everything in real...

why would she dream.

It's like a Fakir found a diamond,

afraid of losing it.

The God united us.

Is there any power beyond Him?

The country partitioned, the caravan was attacked,

..I ran, you saved, lived in this house,

..that was all my fate, wasn't it?

Zainab.

I don't even know how to talk to women.

Really?

Let me teach you...

..how to talk to women.

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..blessed me with a wise wife, Zainab,

..and a daughter.

O my True Lord, you gave me everything.

Is this really my fate?

Every inch of mine is in your debt.

Keep my family under your protection...

under your protection, my Lord.

We're made homeless by these Muslims,

..and this infidel is still free, defiling our temple?

Hey, Ramzani.

Come with us we'll give you Kheer.

- Kheer? - Yeah! And sweets, too.

Yeah, come on!

- Come. Come. - Where are the sweets?

- What's a hurry? Be patient! - Okay, hurry up.

Hey, take his head off!!

Shame on your for killing this innocent?

Is that your bravery?

- He's a Muslim. - Muslim?

He's not a Hindu, Muslim or Sikh, he is just a human, a villager.

He's the spirit of the village!

His murder is the murder of humanity.

- Come, Ramzani! - No, they gonna give me sweets!

- I've made all this and the carrot dish, too. - Carrot dish!? Then okay, lets go.

Come on. Carrot dish, um-mm!

- Ramzani!! - May God have His curse on you!

You've killed an innocent.

Ramzani?

Ramzani!

Ramzani!

The carrot dish!!

Kheer!! I want Khee...

Oi, Ramzani!!

- Sardar ji! - My friend, Ramzani!

- O God!! - Sardar ji!

Zainab, my friend Ramzani is no more,.

According to a new agreement between India and Pakistan,

the Hindu and Sikh girls left in Pakistan and Muslim girls left in India...

are to be deported and sent back to their families.

If there is any such girl in your city or village...

then inform your nearest police station.

Now, listen to a song by Shamshad Begum.

What's the hurry? Wait till it's morning.

Tomorrow is uncertain.

Until Zainab is here, in this village, I'm restless.

Now, they've a daughter but with a boy next, Boota's heir is born.

I'm leaving. What is good should be done right away.

My little doll is very wise.

Meal for your way.

- Okay, what to buy for you? - Already gonna buy a cart.

Yeah, but cart belongs to the whole family.

- I meant, for you specially. - Sardar ji, buy a new blanket for you.

That one is too old.

Women taunt me saying that I remain adorned,

..but the husband chills in that old blanket. - Okay, okay!

I know what to buy for you.

Crazy!

Boota Singh, for what you need money this time?

Wanna buy a new cart, Shah ji.

From the city, I always go home late.

Zainab and Guddi wait, by themselves.

You've become extravagant, Boota Singh!

You must save money for bad times.

Bad time has passed, Shah ji!

God blessed with just happiness.

- Okay, bye, Shah ji! - Bye.

- You must be Zainab. - Yes, sir.

We've orders to get you and deport to Pakistan.

Pakistan?

But I'm married, sir. My everything is here.

What would I do in Pakistan?

We've orders for all Muslim women, you have to come.

My husband is not home now.

- At least wait for him! - Order is order!

He is not home now!

I don't wanna come!!

- My Guddi is here!! - Get her.

My child!!

- For Allah's sake...!! - No!

- Shut up and come. - Uncle, tell them I'm married!

I'm willingly married!

What's this? O, please, stop them.

I don't wanna go!! Get off of me!!

My Guddi is here!!

Sardar ji?? Somebody, please, help!!

I don't wanna go!!

Our new cart is here, Zainab!

Where are you?

See what I have for...

Where is my Zainab?

What happened to her? Why you're quiet, aunt.

Bhai ji? Pandit ji?

- Police took him, Boota. - Police?

- Yes. - What crime did she commit?

She is a Muslim so, will be sent to Pakistan.

- You kept her illegally. - Illegally?

She did willingly marry me.

- The whole village witnessed. - Yes, we all did.

Bhai ji, you are the one who performed the rituals.

Zainab is the mother of my child.

And no law a to separate a mother from her newly born child.

Don't cry, my child!

I'll bring your mother back. Lets go.

- What was the name, again? - Zainab, sir. From Nakodar.

- She was brought here. - Can I talk to her, meet her?

No. She is sent to Purana Qila Camp in Delhi, along with other women.

Sardar ji?

Sardar ji!!

Zainab? Zainab!!

Zainab!!

Sardar ji! Sardar ji, I'm here!!

Guddi!!

- Are you okay, Zainab? - Just like a fish without water, Sardar ji.

Until they locate our families,

..we'll be kept here in this camp.

But I don't wanna go, Sardar ji!

I'll die without you and my daughter.

Find some way.

Take me home, Sardar ji.

No, Zainab, don't cry.

Be positive.

We, now, have our own administration; our our government.

I'll request to the Prime Minister.

She'll definitely listen to me.

I believe, Zainab, I'll be here with the good news, tomorrow.

Look, Rani Sahiba is here.

Ms. Prime Minister?

Listen to me, Rani Sahiba!

Get me my Zainab, my child's mother, back, Rani Sahiba.

- Make your request at the office. - Get out!

Guddi starts crying seeing you.

Fell asleep, I think.

Sardar ji, about a month has passed.

But your efforts didn't turn into some good news, yet.

My hopes are dying.

Zainab, I visited both the places, government's as well as God's.

None of them listen to me,

neither God, nor His people.

Listen to me carefully.

They succeeded.

My parents live in Barki village, near Lahore.

Tomorrow, they'll take me there.

You promise me,

..you'll come to take me home.

I can't live without you, Zainab.

The village is a cemetery without you.

I'll surely come.

Take care of Guddi.

But who'd take care of you?

You're a child as well.

Go, my daughter.

May God bless you!

Sister, Seeta.

You're, now, going to your family in India.

Don't forget you've a brother in Pakistan.

Keep posting how you're.

Brother, Muhammad, you risked your life for mine.

Even made enemies to save me.

Forgetting you is like forgetting God.

Keep this.

Be happy.

Come.

- Who? - Open the door.

Your daughter is here.

Daughter?

My daughter? But she is dead.

She is alive and standing next to me.

She was killed in the riots before my eyes.

I'm Zainab, father.

- Don't you recognize my voice? - Nonsense. Who are you?

- And what is this spectacle? - What happened to you, father?

You couldn't sleep without hearing my voice.

Go. Get lost!

No. It's Zainab. Open the door.

How we'd face the community?

She spent all those years among infidels she is defiled.

- No! No, no! - Why don't you understand?

I'm your daughter, Zainab, mother.

- Do my tears have no effect on you? - Let go off of me!

Let me see you once, mother.

I'll go back. Really!

I'm not here to stay, mother.

- Open the door, mother. - Get off of me!

Come, my child!!

- Mother! - Zainab!

Where have you been, my child?

O mother!

Think again, Boota.

Land/houses shouldn't be sold.

Land is mother.

My mother is dead.

From where would you get to eat? And where would you live?

I'm done with this village, Lamardar.

I'll go to my Zainab.

Okay, Boota.

As you wish.

Here you go.

Lets go my child!

Drink, drink, drink!

Which way to village Barki?

Go straight and take right on the next intersection.

- A glass of milk, please. - Sure!

Here you go, sir!

How much?

No charges for you, sir. You're our guest!

Me? Guest?

- Are you not from the groom's side? - Groom? Whose is getting married?

Zainab.

Returned from India few days back.

Lets go, dear, something terrible is going on.

- Qazi Sahib, perform the rituals. - Yeah. Go on.

Okay, sir.

Qazi Sahib! Qazi Sahib, you can't remarry her.

- For God's sake... - Sardar ji?

- don't do this! - My husband is here!!

She is married to me and is the mother of this child.

How dare this infidel talking this rubbish standing at my home.

Today I'll teach you a lesson,

..that you'd never forget. Get lost!

- Listen to me! - Hey, take the child. Get lost!

- Hey, what are you waiting... - Sardar ji!!

Get off of me!!

- Qazi Sahib!! Qazi Sahib! - Hey, give me a stick.

- Don't be the wrongdoer, Qazi Sahib! - I'm here, Sardar ji!

- What're you waiting for, beat him! - Ask my Zainab!

For Quran's sake, Qazi Sahib.

- For God's sake, listen to me! - Sardar ji!!

- Ask my Zainab! - Perform the rituals, Qazi Sahib!

Beat and throw him by the pond and someone inform the police.

Perform the rituals, Qazi Sahib!

Zainab, my daughter.

You father gave me the right,

..to marry you,

with your uncle Ali Bakhsh's son Numan Bakhsh of Barki...

through the customs and traditions...

Do you accept the marriage?

Do you accept the marriage?

- Do you accept the marriage? - Hmm!

Yes, I do.

Leave him here.

Guddi!

Look, Guddi!

The cruel are taking my Zainab forcefully.

I can't even walk!

How can I take you to your mother?

If your cries can bring her back, then cry louder, Guddi.

Cry louder!

Cry louder, Guddi!

Hey, take the child!

What is this? Take it.

Hey, get up!!

Romeo. Come!

I'll handle your case.

It's all about property, right? Take fifty-fifty.

Lady, actually... You're not listening to me.

Boota Singh, you've been charged for entering Pakistan illegally.

My lord, like India, my home is divided as well.

This innocent become Indian and her mother, a Pakistani, sir!

And I...

I'm devastated!

My home just shattered, sir!

Have mercy upon us!

Don't hesitate. Tell the court what happened?

Sir, my wife, the mother of my child,

..was forcefully deported from India.

And even been remarried.

I just came looking for her, sir.

Can you prove that she is your wife?

Zainab, herself, is my proof, sir.

She willingly married to me, not forcefully.

Would Zainab say the same, you're saying?

Yes sir! Why not?

According to the new agreement between India and Pakistan,

..women who wish to stay, can't be deported.

If Zainab takes your side in the court,

..then she'll be returned to you.

Sir.

Zainab is to be present in the court on the next hearing.

And till then, Boota Singh will remain in the custody.

Thank you.

Not even our men faced the court yet,

but now you're going to be! Shame on you!

- Why hurting her? It's not her fault. - Yes, but yours, immoral!

Neither you've given birth nor this day would've come.

Did you married to Boota Singh?

Yes. I did.

- Willingly? - Yes.

What!? Shame on you, o shameless!

- And you wanna go back to him? - Yes.

I already told you.

This second marriage is against the (Islamic) law of Allah. A crime.

Then why did you come back?

To make us ashamed?

Making us ashamed facing the community? Why?

I didn't come but forcefully deported.

And you're gonna tell the court the same?

Yes, and also that you've imprisoned me home.

Then listen to me carefully.

Before you bring any dishonor to the family,

there'll be five dead bodies.

That infidel Boota Singh's,

..your mother's, yours, mine and that bloody child's.

If you recognize Boota Singh even by mistake,

..you'll find his dead body in the court room. Understand?

Lets go!

- I'll solve this on the next hearing. - What do I do?

Zainab Begum be here!!

Zainab.

This man says that you married him in India.

Is that true that you married him?

No.

Do you recognize him?

No.

Are you being forced, Zainab?

No.

Zainab, you're denying even my existence?

Not even recognizing me?

There must be a reason for that.

But do you recognize Guddi, at least, or not?

She is a part of your body.

Your own daughter!

I may have done wrong to you, Zainab.

But she is innocent, isn't she.

Don't spurn her, Zainab!

You know what happens to motherless children.

For god's sake, Zainab, come back.

Zainab!!

Boota Singh, I understand your feelings.

But you've to go back home in India, tomorrow.

Home?

There is no home, now.

What home to return?

Zainab!!!

Zainab.

Zainab!

Zainab.

Zainab!

Sardar ji?

Sardar ji!

Sardar ji!!

- Who was that? - Before the train.... suicide...

- ...but body didn't cut... miracle... - ...that he came from India.

Yeah, I heard that too.

- ..but who was he? - ..the child is survived.

- ...that's God's wish... - ...jumped before the train...

Hey, that is Boota Singh!

I saw him in the court, yesterday.

His wife didn't recognize him there.

And this child is his daughter.

- Yeah. - Search him...

..there may be a letter or something.

Here is a letter addressing Zainab.

Who is Zainab?

Zainab is his wife.

"Village and post office, Barki"

Read aloud, so that we all can hear you.

"Village and post office, Barki.

"Dear Zainab, I can understand why you lied to the court.

"But tell me what do I do?

"Neither I can live in India nor Pakistan.

"Where should I go? You're my world.

"I couldn't get you back and can't live without you.

"So I'm leaving this world,

"..taking Guddi along with me.

"Because, after me, there is nobody to take care of her. Even you're not.

"My last wish is to be buried in your village.

"May be someday you visit my grave with a flower.

"Your Boota Singh."

Amazing! Great!

A lover must be like Boota Singh!

His wife lied, didn't even recognized him in the court.

But look at him.

He hopes to meet her even after death.

We Lahoris make vow...

..to fulfill Boota Singh's last wish.

Lets take Boota Singh to Barki. Lets go.

Yeah, yeah! Pick him up.

- Martyr-in-Love Boota Singh... - Zindabad! Zindabad! (Is immortal)

Sardar ji?

- Sardar ji! Sardar ji!! - Close the door. She's got crazy!!

No!!!!

Zainab!

Hold her.

- Martyr-in-Love Boota Singh... - Zindabad! Zindabad!

Take this bier back!

- No Kafir (infidel) is gonna be buried here! - Hey!!

Boota Singh was not a Kafir.

He was a true man. His religion was just love.

- Fulfilling his last wish is our duty. - We'd shed all you blood.

- But not let this body buried here. - Right?

Not let bury. Not let bury.

Hey, listen carefully!

We know our duty as well. Hey, lets step forward! Come on.

I can arrest you all for disturbing peace.

It may bring dishonor to the dead body if buried here.

People who beaten him,

..imagine what they'd do with his dead body!

They'd throw it before the dogs.

Take my suggestion, take it to Lahore,

..and bury him there with all the respects and rituals.

You're absolutely right, inspector.

We were going to make a huge mistake.

We should bury him in Lahore. You're right.

The inspector is right, friends.

- We must go Lahore. - Yes! Lets go.

- Martyr-in-Love Boota Singh... - Zindabad! Zindabad!

To erect a memorial in the memory of Boota Singh,

Lahoris donated with open hearts,

and a trust was formed...

..that would look after this grave, and organize an annual festival.

That trust took responsibility of the education...

and care of Boota Singh's daughter.

Look, father, I'm here with your son-in-law, today.

Bless him that he love me the way you loved my mother.

My Lord, bless us the ability to pay respect.

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