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My loving God,

I am Kalb-e-Momin

and I am 8 years old.

You must know me

because you gave me life.

I am sending you a picture,

cause it is possible you forgot me,

you have given life to a lot of people,

still mama says that we can forget mama,

but God doesn’t forget us.

Ok, you rest, I will rest too.

Bye,

your Kalb-e-Momin.

Mama says that what you send to God is not lost,

my letter didn’t get lost either.

You must be busy,

no problem,

I will wait patiently.

Mama says that if I repent all my bad deeds and sins are forgiven,

I do that and go to sleep.

When I wake up in the morning, all my bad deeds are erased from the diary.

Yes, Nasir,

I want a flight to Turkey as soon as possible.

Whatever is the next flight.

Okay, thanks.

My dear God you didn’t reply,

but I had told you that there is something I want You to do.

Can you send my papa?

I don’t know his address,

he doesn’t live with us,

but You know all. I want to ask him,

why he doesn’t forgive mama.

Mama is coming to my room,

I will sleep now.

If you get this letter,

please send papa.

Your Kalb-e-Momin

What are you looking at?

You.

Why?I cannot recognize you.

What?

The one talking on the phone

was Kalb-e-Momin?

My Kalb-e-Momin?

The one who used to care for a sick bird,

and today he is swearing at people.

That was my childhood.

You used to write letter to God after you saw your mother’s tears to send your father.

You used to move stones from the way.

I used to see you doing this,

so I would do it too.

Where ever you would go,

you would impress everyone.

I still impress everyone.

Do you see this home,

I made it in 5 years only

and this is in the most expensive area of the city.

People from all around the country know me, the recognize me, they die, they beg me to work with them.

All brands of the country are willing to spend money on one order of mine.

This is success.

I write on paper,

give life to lifeless characters,

put them on TV, show them to people and drive them mad.

You say that I don’t know about the soul.

I cannot thank you guys enough,

you have put in so much effort to end mine and Mr. Momin’s fight.

No problem, we were already saying there is no point for a legal battle, we can sit and talk.

Now see we thought of you when we needed a story.

Yes,

before that you have met all writers in the industry

and when you couldn’t find a story from anywhere,

you realized my importance.

Leave it, I won’t complain.

I was just saying,

I want work.

I have got a spiritual story that will take over Mr. Momin.

I am sure he will like your story,

that is why he is working with you consistently.

He is not here yet, its really late.

I have sent him messages, they are not getting delivered,

calls are not going through to him.

Are you guys creating another scene with me?

No, you don’t worry,

he must be on the way.

Should we check on his home?

Suraiya,

the news is on TV too. Yes

and Mommina was saying that she is not returning right now. Why?

She has a theater play to do

and some other work too.

She also said that she will send money with Aqsa.

What is the need to work in America now,

she should have asked Faisal,

he was not happy on the movie.

Yes, she talked to Faisal.

She talked to him? I am calling him he is not picking up.

Momina told you,

he went abroad. Its weird.

Okay I will do one thing,

I will ask Momina to give me his mother’s number,

if Momina said he is abroad,

then he must be. She won’t lie to us.

Yes, she won’t lie.

But thank God this news.

Who is it?

Hello brother Dawar.

I have been ringing the bell for so long, why won’t you open?

I was sleeping brother Dawood.

Where is brother Momin?

I have been trying to contact him for so long.

Don’t you know?

What?

He went to Turkey, did he not tell you?

How is this possible?

Why would he go to Turkey.

Grandpa lives there,

its strange why he didn’t tell you.

What did he say when he will return?

I asked him,

but he didn’t tell me. To be honest brother Dawood,

I think something happened to him. What?

I don’t know that,

I cannot get in his head.

Leave it. Brother Dawood, will you stay or leave?

Brother, coffee?

What happened?

Brother Momin went to Turkey.

Turkey? What for?

Momina, I feel brother Momin really has some psychological problems.

I feel the same way.

I am finding another job.

Because if brother Momin makes movies,

he will make spiritual movies, that will flop one after another.

What can I say?

Oh no, you are busy ruining someone’s things one after the other. Leave it.

What happened? Why are you scolding her?

When she couldn’t get my vanity box, she got hold of your bag, although I had kept it safe.

Why did you open it?

No problem Sultan, there is nothing in this bag,

no money or jewelry.

It will be there,

money and jewelry one day will be here,

lets do makeup we are getting late.

Here you go, write.

Do some make up on me.

No child, its not for you,

you write what you were writing.

God.

Yes.

I will add a heavy base on your face,

the director for no reason saw wrinkles on your face.

These are not wrinkles

but my downfall. Before the face it comes on the eyes and heart.

God forbid.

When you reach heights you know,

when its your downfall the world knows.

Put on the makeup, I am getting late.

Hello.

How are you?

Hello child,

I am fine, how are you?

I was missing you today.

You and Husn-e-Jahan too.

Husn-e-Jahan, how?

I felt like Husn-e-Jahan today.

I saw my downfall in the time of my growth,

I felt like I was seeing my future.

Momina, for God’s sake don’t say that,

may God never make you Husn-e-Jahan.

May God make no one Husn-e-Jahan.

What happened? What are you looking for so late at night?

Papa,

you never told me about Husn-e-Jahan.

What didn’t I tell you?

I told you everything.

You only told me about her rise,

not her fall.

How did her downfall occur?

Why did it come?

The downfall should be hidden,

love had her or else there was no one who could stand in front of Husn-e-Jahan?

Husn-e-Jahan.

You have put everyone’s lights out.

I thought you would say I set the stage on fire,

I have never done anything to put the fire out.

What should I give to you? Yourself.

Already done that.

What is this?

See for yourself.

Who sent it?

I will go find out.

Turkey’s calligrapher dancer, Taha Durrana,

he made this for you.

When did he see me?

Must have seen you perform yesterday.

Did he make this overnight?

How can he make it overnight,

he must be working on this for days, he is fan of yours.

Yes, but the dress is from yesterday’s performance.

Ask him.

He is performing at 6 pm in the evening,

I have found out. See this.

You are not well,

what happened to you?

For the first time in your life,

you forgot to dance, why did I see this day?

Taha is stuck in my head.

I start dancing,

he starts dancing in front of my eyes,

he starts dancing, he takes me somewhere else.

Where does he take you?

To another world,

outside this body.

There,

I fly like a bird, him,

me and everyone dances.

Who everyone?

Those of dress like us.

There is ground there,

only sky

but under the feet.

You have talked like this in your life, these things…

I want to meet Taha.

I saw you in the show today,

what happened to you?

You tell me.

What did you do to me?

Me?

This is what I came to ask you, what did you do to me?

Me?

You see that picture,

I made it in a night.

I don’t believe it.

I can make it again.

in a night?

Lesser than that.

I wont sit in front of you.

When did I say you sit.

But you will sit in front.

I accept.

Come rehearse for your performance,

you keep on looking at him, you wil forget your steps.

Why does he not forget his steps seeing me dance, why do I always forget.

I don’t have answers for these questions,

cause you didn’t ask Sultan these questions.

Husn-e-Jahan never had such questions before.

See, he didn’t forget.

The one he is dancing for,

he hasn’t forgotten him and me…

Husn-e-Jahan.

Husn-e-Jahan, stop it.

Today you didn’t ask me to do your makeup,

fix your hair, you are getting ready yourself.

Yes, I wanted to get ready for him myself, not by someone else.

Since when did Sultan become someone else?

He will get the canvas to paint me today,

he will try to paint it in a night.

Will he come?

What is the point of all this?

I have done everything in my life for benefit of it,

let me lose something.

What do you want to do?

Love.

He doesn’t even look at me,

but still how is he putting my face on the canvas.

How can he do it?

If I was a painter, I would have made it too.

He told me that for the first time in his life,

he has made something apart from calligraphy.

A woman.

Look,

do you see anything wrong in the picture he made.

You have your performance tonight,

you have been sitting like this since last night.

How will you dance?

I don’t want to dance now.

If I want to dance,

I want to do it like Taha Abdul Ala.

You are Husn-e-Jahan,

not Taha Abdul Ala.

I want to become him.

What will you do becoming him?

I am tired of this body Sultan,

this body that needs to be made up,

that keeps on asking for clothes, jewelry, luxuries.

I just want to live here with Taha Abdul Ala,

like a soul.

These words,

who is saying them from inside you.

I don’t know, you tell me.

What is wrong with you?

My soul has started to breath.

I don’t know how it started living again,

I killed it.

I buried it.

How has it started to live again.

Husn-e-Jahan…

It only recognizes God,

no one else, not even you.

I did a wrong thing,

testing you, I had you standing all night long.

All night is nothing,

for you I can stand all my life.

Make me like you Taha.

Teach me the dance you do.

Hello.

Hello.

Come on.

You are amazing.

You are incomparable.

Not me, God.

He gives beauty in His name,

His word, himself.

You know,

since I met you I have felt God.

In my heart and here.

He is there, He sees me.

No doubt he is there.

He always sees.

You are really lucky to write this.

To make this.

I am from a family of calligraphers,

my elders had done calligraphy in Kurtaba Mosque,

they used to write the Quran with their own hands.

We don’t do anything apart from that.

You have not seen my father’s work,

right? What you are feeling,

when you see his work,

you will see it happen in front of your eyes.

I want to meet him,

I want to see his work.

Will you make me meet him?

I will.

What are you looking for?

Veil.

What veil?

Veil, any veil.

But there is no veil in your things.

Taha wants me to meet his father,

I will put on a veil. Why?

Did Taha ask you? No,

I want to do it,

his father writes the Quran,

I will not go dresses like this.

You are Husn-e-Jahan,

come to your senses. The world knows you.

You want to put a veil on the beauty God gave you.

God gave me this beauty,

but not for this world.

Who are you caliing?

Your mother.

I cannot tolerate this madness further, she sent me to protect you.

You will see my dead face if you tell her.

But you…

I am not going back Sultan,

that way is left behind.

If someone stops me, I will have poison.

See this is a diamond, I got it with my own money, I will lick it to death.

Come, sit here.

Sit.

I will go to Pakistan and get you an amulet,

you have got the evil eye,

I tell you to get yourself protected before you get on stage.

That’s done, Husn-e-Jahan has done it,

there will be just one eye on her now.