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Amaan, my brother.

Amaan was a very naive and lovable boy.

He always had a smile on his face.

He was very talented.

Until his work was perfect,

he would continue working on it.

Trying to make it look better.

He was funny, too.

He always had us in splits making funny faces.

We were so happy.

Amaan, mother and I... we were so happy.

May God bless your father's soul.

Your father would always tell me

that daughters are born in homes

blessed by God.

Does this mean that sons are born in homes

not blessed by God?

Silly girl! He would say that because daughters serve.

But at the moment you are serving the daughter.

Why are you jealous?

Let me remove all the rot from your brain!

What do you mean?

Mother, ask her to keep quiet or I'll get angry.

-Angry, indeed! -Fiza, don't bother my son.

Let him watch the film.

-You said that you would bite my cheek. -What? Me?

I've seen this film so many times. I am waiting for the news.

Do you even know what's happening in the city?

Forget the news!

God damn these people who start off the riots!

Damn these politicians who instigate innocent people

to indulge in bloodshed.

They may have their way in this world.

But they will surely be punished after death.

Oh! Look how late it is.

Go to bed, both of you.

-Mother! -You can see it tomorrow.

Mother, hang on!

I am switching it off!

-Mother! -It's very late.

-Good night, mother. Good night, Amaan. -Good night, sister.

Why do you keep saying "Good night"? Can't you wish me in Urdu?

Shabba Khair, mother.

Now go to sleep.

My dear child.

You mustn't strain your eyes. Go to sleep.

God, protect my family.

This dog is yelping again!

It is very inauspicious. God bless us.

-What happened, Firoz? -They are killing our people.

They have even gutted down Uncle Sajid's shop.

-So what can we do? -Let's go take a look.

-We could get caught up in the riots. -We won't. Come on.

Don't think. Just come with us.

Everyone has gone insane! They will kill each other!

Damn the manufacturers of guns and ammunition!

-Mother! -Don't come at the window!

Go to Amaan!

Mother!

-Mother, Amaan is not here. -Where is he?

Amaan! Amaan!

Amaan!

Amaan!

Amaan! Amaan!

Firoz!

Don't spare them.

Amaan! Run!

Help! Somebody, save my son!

Amaan! Amaan!

Save my son!

Amaan!

Mother!

Amaan!

Hello! Is everything all right?

Everything is fine. Sit down.

Your son had hurt his hand. How is he now?

Children are never bothered about their wounds.

Wounds inflicted in old age are the most painful.

The pain stays till your last breath.

-How about some tea? -No, and you mustn't have it either.

Here are some homemade sweets for you.

I've cooked them in pure ghee.

Well, at least I was told it is pure.

You seem very happy today.

Yes, I am. Fiza has graduated.

-You mean, her Bachelor of Arts? -Yes.

That's good! Congratulations! What are her future plans?

I don't know. She says she will take up a job.

The poor girl has no choice. She has to run the house.

The cost of living is so high that one cannot lead

a comfortable life from the pension of her father.

The same old rented house...

and the same old lifestyle.

By the grace of God,

we've been living comfortably

and hope to continue the same in the future.

Now let's come to the point. The reason why you've been

coming here every week for the past six years.

There is no news about your son.

We've reported your son missing on television so many times.

Even made inquiries, but all in vain.

I don't think we can get any further information.

160 people have been missing. Hindus as well as Muslims.

You're not the only one.

There are plenty more.

Why should I cry?

I am not crying. I am sure that he's alive and he'll come back.

He will surely return some day.

Good day.

It's so hot today.

-Who is it? -Nobody.

-Who was it? -I told you, nobody.

Why were you so tensed in the car?

Nothing at all.

You saw somebody on the street, didn't you?

It was my mother.

-We could have stopped the car. -She wouldn't have liked it.

She visits that place in secret.

Where could she go without letting you know?

I understand.

Everything will be alright.

I wonder when.

-Come on, hurry. -Just a minute.

You know, I still don't believe that I graduated.

I studied from your notes.

But they have been rather unfair to you.

You should have scored at least 70%.

65% is great.

I couldn't put in my best either.

I can't study well at home.

I studied all I could at the library.

You couldn't study there either.

Anirudh used to be at the opposite bench.

Gitanjali, I don't like listening to such nonsense.

If you continue blabbering, I will strangle you!

Go ahead and strangle me. But even at my deathbed,

I shall say, that Anirudh--

That Anirudh Rai is in love with Fiza Ikramulla.

The Almighty always heeds to his subjects

From this door steps We shall get our wishes

Ask here from your heart, This is Haji Ali

He is the messenger of God

The king of the seas and The messenger of God

The king of the seas and The messenger of God

My sage Haji Ali

My sage Haji Ali

You are the protector in the sea

My sage Haji Ali

My sage Haji Ali

My sage Haji Ali

You are the protector in the sea My sage Haji Ali

My sage Haji Ali

You are the Mustafa And the Murtaza, sage

My sage Haji Ali

My sage Haji Ali

My sage Haji Ali

My sage Haji Ali

Here the Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs

And Christians get blessed

Here the Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs

And Christians get blessed

He guards us at this sea shore

Your face is like the moonlight

Hello, Shehnaz.

Auntie!

You're not to be seen these days. Have you forgotten me?

Not at all. There's just a lot of work at home.

I'll surely visit you. Good day to you.

Pray to him who is also Mohammed and Mustafa

Pray to him who is also Mohammed and Mustafa

No one has ever left this place, Disappointed

No one has ever left this place, Disappointed

You know what is hidden in every heart

You know what is hidden in every heart

Your mercy and compassion is known to all

My sage Haji Ali

Please, listen our prayers And show mercy on us

My sage Haji Ali

My sage Haji Ali

The whole world is proud of you

All bad fortunes turn to good ones At your doorstep

Till all hope is lost

Till all hope is lost

Till I live, my eyes shall weep

My sage Haji Ali

He who has taken refuge in you Is always protected

My sage Haji Ali

-Mother! -My sage Haji Ali

Where were you? Okay, go and distribute this offering to everyone.

-What are you doing, mother? -Charity.

My sage Haji Ali

Enough!

But I didn't say a word.

Why did you blow up money like a princess?

You were distributing money like you've won a lottery.

Oh, so that's the reason you are angry.

If I could do as I wish then I would've given 100 rupees each.

May God bless your father's soul!

I don't want to listen to what father used to say.

He died and left us behind to suffer.

Fiza, be afraid of the Almighty. You're cursing the dead?

Why not? Who is really alive here? You? Me?

-There's just one question-- -Enough!

Stop arguing with me and get a hold on yourself.

You will marry and live with another family someday.

Such kind of a temper won't be tolerated there.

Get a hold on yourself first, Mother.

It's been six years and our home has been converted into a waiting room.

Those eyes peering through the window.

The ears concentrating at the door.

The heart skipping a beat at every footstep.

It is the same thing 24 hours a day.

Have you ever noticed how much you have changed?

In order to hide those tears in your eyes,

you have begun to avoid me.

Why did you stop? Vent out your feelings.

I won't say anything to you.

Because I'm your mother. I have given birth to you.

I wonder for how long this will go on.

When will we be at peace?

Put forth this question to your fate, not me.

Fate! A nice but hollow word!

What will you eat?

-Shall I cook some turnip? -Yes.

He used to love turnip.

He would finish the whole bowl in no time.

Sorry!

What if it's...

A man gave these flowers.

-Who was it? -He didn't tell me his name.

He came in a big car.

-A big car? -Yes.

He called out to me and asked me to give these to you.

Alright, you can go.

Who is this admirer who's sending flowers to my daughter?

-He is a bit stingy, though. -These orchids are expensive.

Really? Hey! Why did you throw them away?

Flowers are meant to be kept in a flower vase.

The flowers will bless you.

You should have seen the flowers your father used to get.

A basketful of Arabian jasmines!

And I used to distribute them in the entire colony.

Whereas now...

nobody even offers flowers at his grave.

Hey, flower. You look at us a lot.

Throw some flowers down to us. Hey, raspberry!

Give us some flowers!

-Give us some flowers, come on. -Come to us.

She ran away.

-She is throwing turnips! -Throw another!

-Come on, one more. -Throw it!

Hey, where are you going with these flowers?

Don't stop me. I'm on my way for an important task.

My interruptions are harmless.

Curses uttered by a mother are blessings in disguise.

Shall I quickly make something to eat?

-I don't have the time. Bye. -Just a minute.

I know you'll take longer than a minute.

All right, then. Come back before dusk.

I get worried.

I will abide by your curfew rules. Anything else?

-Mother! -I'm only warding off the evil.

-Bye. -Ta-ta. Bye. Cheerio!

For the love of God, please don't speak English.

Very good!

You should always leave home with a smile,

so that you return smiling.

Fantastic! Oh, my!

Fiza has grown up to be very beautiful!

Look at the way she has blossomed!

Watch your words, crazy woman!

You're calling me crazy?

The world was crazy about my voice and grace.

Times have changed. I no longer have any admirers.

But my voice and beauty remain unchanged.

And the same crazy streak!

Stop spending sleepless nights over girls.

Or you'll continue to lose.

-How about another game? -To hell with it.

You've come to see me here? Lucky me!

Why are you moving around with a file?

-I'm on my way for an interview. -Interview!

I'm sure it's for some ordinary job. What's the point?

Come to my father's office tomorrow. I'll fix a job for you.

I don't want a job with recommendation.

-Such pride! -It's self-respect.

At least listen to me.

-Is it your first interview? -How did you know?

That's because you shouldn't look at your watch

when in search of a job.

I am experienced.

Make yourself comfortable as your turn won't come for another five hours.

The advertisement said that they would have on the spot interviews.

By "on the spot,"

they save on the postage required to call us.

It's a charade.

Don't worry. You'll get used to it.

Then, let alone looking at the time,

you'll even forget the month and the day.

Will you have some water?

Here you go. It isn't mineral water.

It is straight from the tap, but boiled.

-Thanks. -Have it.

I told you so.

Excuse me. Is there no other way out?

There is. But I can't leave my auto rickshaw.

This is Bombay's traffic. Just relax and listen to the music.

Amaan!

-Amaan! -Ma'am!

-Hey, where are you going? -Please stop.

-You forgot your file! -Please stop!

Amaan!

Hey! Are you crazy! Can't you see!

Go kill yourself elsewhere!

That's all for the day.

What's the matter? What took you so long?

-I'm afraid lest you too-- -I won't go anywhere!

And where can I go? Is there a way out?

Why are you upset? I didn't say a word to you.

I felt as though he was in the other auto rickshaw.

I ran towards him, but due to the traffic, I couldn't do a thing.

-Give me my jewelry. -Why?

-I want to mortgage it. -What happened all of the sudden?

By the grace of God, we are leading a comfortable life.

I want money. I want to end the suspense

that has snatched away our peace.

I want to look for Amaan. And I need money for that.

How much money will you get with a pair of anklets and ear rings?

I am not selling it. I'm only pawning it.

I won't give them to you.

You won't give it because you can't face the truth.

You refuse to know what happened that night

or what your son went through.

No, I don't want to know.

A son is one's biggest support during old age.

I don't have my son with me, but at least I have the hope.

And you want to take that away, Fiza?

I've nothing other than that.

This is all I have.

Hiding a disease only worsens it.

It does not cure it.

I have decided that we won't live with this agony anymore.

I won't let us suffer, waiting for him.

Trust me, Mother. I am right.

Please, Mother. Please.

I need 25,000 rupees. Please give it to me.

Don't you trust me? You made these for me.

If I didn't trust you, I would have deducted interest.

Is 18,000 rupees fine by you?

All right.

-Can I make a call? -Sure.

Three rupees for a local call.

Here's 18,000 rupees.

Inspector Prakash Ingley?

-Is it the total amount? -Yes, 4000--

What are you looking at?

If I didn't have work today,

I would've drunk seven glasses.

You were supposed to tell me what happened that night.

This is the copy of the statements made in the court.

Whatever happened that day is written here.

I've heard your statements. I was in the court that day.

What else do you want to know?

The truth, which is not in this affidavit.

Don't try to act smart with me.

I didn't lie in court, did I?

If you can't tell me then give me back my money.

You!

I can tell you everything.

But you are from a respectable family.

That's why, take my advice.

Forget whatever happened.

Listen.

If you try to peel the scabs,

the wound worsens.

So many people face such problems.

The old man Sawant's son was killed.

He's been begging on the streets since then.

Forget everything and have popcorn.

Tell me what happened that night.

He was running away.

Sir, save me. They will kill me.

They have killed my friend. We didn't do anything.

You want to save yourself? Then run away to Pakistan.

They burnt my husband alive by putting a burning Tyre on his neck.

For God's sake, please do something.

What are you looking at? Get out of here!

What can we do, madam?

Move back!

Sir, they've destroyed us.

-Get him! -Don't spare him!

-Let go of me! -Don't leave him! Kill him!

Hey, bring the Tyre! Burn him!

Kill him!

Hey, Babu, they are coming! Run!

Some people told me that after that a mob attacked that boy again.

What could I have done? There was nothing to do.

You left a half-dead boy on the streets?

That was not the time to show sentiments.

If I would've tried to save one, four others would've died.

Any idea? Where my brother could've gone?

Who can say?

How would anyone remember him, anyway?

You don't remember anything?

Anything, some clue.

It was such a long time ago!

What can I say?

Was my brother amongst those corpses?

-It's possible. -Perhaps, not.

Yes, perhaps not.

How do you sleep at night?

What did you say?

-I don't know who I should blame. -What?

What did you say? Blame me?

Here, take this, pay for your drinks.

Burnt him! Have I been alive to hear this?

But isn't it possible that he wasn't amongst those corpses?

I still don't believe it.

Had my heart believed what I heard,

my eyes wouldn't have been so dry.

He can't die.

So tell me, what are you going to do?

I don't know.

I just have a faint idea.

Swear by me that you won't put yourself in any danger.

Don't make me do that, Mother.

Have faith in me.

Sir.

Is there anything you can give?

God bless you, child!

-You're Mr. Sawant, right? -Who are you?

-Fiza Ikramulla. -Ikramulla?

I don't want your money! Take it away!

Inspector Prakash Ingle told me about you.

That our stories are the same.

What is my story?

What did he tell you?

What story of mine did that wretched inspector tell you?

-That your son... -Yes, they killed my son.

They killed my son! And now they ask for proof!

They asked me to give them proof that my son is dead.

The government needs proof!

Aren't you a Muslim?

Why did your people kill my son?

Why did your people kill my Chandu?

What harm had he caused you?

Mr. Sawant, neither of us are to be blamed.

It is a common helplessness.

A Hindu father lost his son.

A Muslim sister lost her brother.

But the people responsible for this incident,

are neither Hindu, nor Muslim.

Nobody knows their religion.

But why did they kill my Chandu?

He was merely returning from the factory.

They must have taken him away.

They must have put him in the truck and taken him away.

I wonder if he was even cremated...

and who would've lit his funeral pyre?

They must have declared his body unclaimed

and cremated him with the other corpses.

If I give them proof, they will compensate me with 200,000 rupees!

That's the price of a living, robust young man!

The price of my son's life is 200,000 rupees!

I don't want their money. I don't want it.

What will I do with that money?

I easily get alms!

And when I die, the municipality will label my body as unclaimed

and burn me the way they burnt my son.

I don't want it.

I don't want any of it.

Can I do anything for you, Mr. Sawant?

Yes. Can you get me any evidence of Chandu's death?

Nobody wants to listen to Sawant.

Humanity seems to have disappeared from this world.

The same way Amaan has disappeared.

You haven't even typed it.

Has your work ever been published before?

Our newspaper generally doesn't take stories from freelancers.

I am not a freelancer, Mr. Menon.

And neither am I interested in becoming a journalist.

I came here because you closed this issue.

But what's new about this report? It is a six-year-old dead story!

It is dead.

It is dead because it lacks the gossip!

Give me back my papers.

But tell me one thing, Mr. Menon.

What would you have done had a member of your family disappeared?

Wouldn't you write anything about it?

Wouldn't you make use of your newspaper and your position?

Had your brother or sister come to meet you,

would you have thrown them out like this?

And it has been said that the pen is mightier than the sword.

Is this right?

I think I spoke too much.

But greater the pain, louder the shriek.

Give me the report. I'll see what I can do.

Have you read this news?

Idiot!

Of course, I've read it.

Find out who has written this article.

Tell her that V.K Singh wants to meet her.

Immediately.

Read it and weep.

Our community has been subjected to injustice.

We can't let this pass. We must take action.

Call that girl. What's her name? Fiza.

Tell her that Mr. Sayeed wants to meet her.

I'll get her justice.

-I'm ready for the interview. -Who is this?

Don't worry, Mother.

Wherever I looked, I only found darkness.

Amaan seems to be lost in this darkness.

My purpose is not just to find out what my brother went through.

I also want to know why it happened.

And what did anyone gain by all this.

Fiza Ikramulla has raised many questions to the nation.

For how long will people fight under the pretext of religion?

Who will answer Fiza Ikramulla's questions?

-Do you have his picture? -Yes.

He's a handsome boy. What did he do? Was he a student?

Books were not for him. He wouldn't enjoy studying.

But he was talented in drawing, painting and calligraphy.

You mean to say that despite the lack of education,

he would have been very successful in life.

Yes. That is exactly what I mean to say.

So how do you manage your expenses?

My mother teaches Urdu and we get father's pension money.

I completed my college education

with the fixed deposits he left in the bank.

So you mean to say that you are looking for your brother

so that he returns and manages the expenses of the family.

This is not what I meant.

Hey, you seem offended. I was just curious.

-Please come to the point. -Yes, of course.

You are an eminent personality now.

If you tell people that we're not against any religion or community,

they will believe you.

For instance, the Moghuls invaded our country and took over,

but we forgave them.

Your people made a separate nation.

We don't have a problem with that as well.

What do you mean by "your people," Mr. Singh?

The ones who created Pakistan have already left.

And most of the people who didn't leave, are dead.

There's no one in this country who created Pakistan.

We are as Indian as you are.

You've taken offense once again, Ms. Fiza.

I meant to say...

that it's essential for an educated and liberal girl like you,

to be well informed about our party.

Whenever you get the time,

get in touch with the youth members of our party.

So you want me to become a member of your youth wing?

That would be wonderful. We could assist each other.

It takes two to tango.

And then you will put me on a pedestal

and gain some Muslim votes!

Ms. Fiza, I thought that you--

You needn't say anything more, Mr. Singh.

If you can do something, please do it.

-Listen-- -One more suggestion.

Remember what the holy text of the Bhagwad Gita says.

"Do your deed, but expect no fruit."

Damn mosquito!

Thank you.

Long live India.

Help me, somebody!

-Why are you screaming? -Kill that thing!

-Kill it! -You're afraid of a mere rat?

Yes. Kill it before it nibbles me away.

Even if he does manage to have a bite of you...

he'll die of indigestion.

It won't come back, will it?

If you sing off key, it will surely come back!

How dare you!

You and your entire family is tone deaf!

Just because you drove a rat away,

you think you're a lionheart?

Get out of my house.

You're so ungrateful, Ulfat.

You curse the very people whom you live off.

Curse? Who the hell cursed?

It's just my style.

If that's what you want to show off,

this is not the place for you.

Decent folks live in this colony.

Go on.

Had my admirer been around, he would have given you a befitting reply.

Oh really? I would surely like to know who your admirer is.

Amaan, my love.

I was his sweetheart, his confidant and protector.

We used to behave like kids when we met.

I used to keep an eye on him,

lest an evil eye befall upon him.

Caught you! Now the compensation.

No, Amaan. Anything else, but that.

-No. It will be just that. -The old man is watching.

Amaan, you're so nice.

Hey! I'm not nice. I'm very bad.

-I'll start crying. -Why not? Hurry up.

-Shut your eyes and then I'll-- -Shameless!

You can curse me later. First the compensation.

No!

Alright. If not that, then...

Hold your ears and do a 100 sit ups. Come on, get started.

Alright.

-One. -Very good!

Two.

-Close your eyes. -That's the spirit!

-On my lips. -On your cheeks.

-Alright. -Close your eyes.

Shehnaz baby.

Amaan?

-What were you doing? -Nothing.

-Good day. -Good day.

-What was going on? -We were...

We were playing hide and seek.

I could clearly see what game you both were playing.

No, you're mistaken.

Even I have played a lot of hide and seek in my youth.

Now I feel as though time has blindfolded itself and forgotten me.

I hope you won't tell my mother.

Why not?

Because I'm the only one left amongst your true admirers.

I need proof.

Had I not spurned my admirers,

I would have had a son as old as you.

Now go. Shehnaz is gone, you should, too.

Go get her back. Go after her. Go!

Tomorrow will be a new day, don't let this day pass by.

Oh, my dear

Oh, my dear

Oh, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Let me warm your hands with the sun

Let me pray in your hands

The redness of the dawn is spilling, come

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Say it softly Else everyone will hear

Touch my lips and the lips will listen

A fire has ignited in me

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

My eyes were startled by the wonder

When I saw you in the mirror

My eyes were startled by the wonder

When I saw you in the mirror

Come, my dear

It must a wonder ray That has pierced my heart

Come, my dear

Let me warm your hands with the sun

Let me pray in your hands

The redness of the dawn is spilling, come

-Come, my dear -Come

Come, my dear

Oh, dear

Oh, dear

Oh, dear

When the sky turns red at dusk

Put it on me like a veil

When the sky turns red at dusk Put it on me like a veil

Come, my dear

The sun sets everyday Below the water's horizon

Come, my dear

Say it softly Else everyone will hear

Touch my lips and the lips will listen

A fire has ignited in me

Come, my dear

Come, my dear

Oh, dear

Oh, dear

Oh, dear

Oh, dear

Oh, dear

Oh, dear

Oh, dear

Oh, dear

Oh, dear

Do you know that Shehnaz is getting married the day after tomorrow?

Then why don't you go and tell her to wait for Amaan?

He will come back. He will surely come back.

Ulfat, a mother always knows.

I too wanted him to get married to Shehnaz

and have a happy family.

If I had my way...

I would have stopped Shehnaz from getting married.

But how do I tell Shehnaz

to wait for some more time?

Thank you.

Fantastic! What a couple!

Let them be saved from the evil eye.

What an annoying music band! How boring!

People with unmelodious voices rule now.

Just a minute. Camera.

Welcome, sir.

-I was waiting for you. Please come. -Hello.

Please come, please be seated.

Any refreshments for you?

I'll be right back.

-Who is he? -Lower your voice.

He is Mr. Sayeed, a famous leader.

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

I owe this to your prayers.

-Shehnaz. -Sister.

Please forgive me. I couldn't wait any longer.

Why are you apologizing to me, silly girl?

If possible, forgive the unfortunate boy...

who has hurt you.

Greetings.

-Fiza. -Yes?

-Mr. Sayeed wants to meet you. -Okay.

Make yourself comfortable.

Your late father used to meet me quite often.

You were very young when he passed away.

He suffered a heart attack, right?

Yes.

-Have some ice-cream. -No, thank you.

-It's for you. -No, thank you.

-What are you doing these days? -Looking for a job.

That's no big deal.

We have a small school, if you want, you can join tomorrow.

It has been rightly said.

Women are the honor of our world.

Thank you, but I can't join tomorrow.

Any specific reason?

I'm working on an important assignment.

Child, your attempts are being misunderstood by certain people.

According to them, you want to repeat the horrifying incident

that took place in the year 1992-1993.

A very frightening misunderstanding.

Your search for your brother may prove beneficial to you.

But my child, this could prove unfavorable for the community.

Just think about it.

You should also think about it.

Does a sister have the right to look for her brother or not?

Does a mother have the right to wish that her son is alive or not?

If you are afraid of the misunderstandings that people have,

then clear their misunderstandings.

Tell them that I am not with you.

Control your emotions, child.

Who says that you are not with us?

Listen to me carefully.

The wound has healed. If you prod it, it will bleed again.

Mr. Sayeed, I don't know what to tell you.

Why are you so afraid of the truth?

You, that inspector, the editor Bala Menon, V.K. Singh.

All of you say that I must keep quiet. But why?

And how will it help anyway?

Justice Hari Krishna's report is out.

Nothing was done even after that.

I want to spread peace, whereas you want to spread unrest.

Peace will be established...

only when people remain within their limits.

The truth is that green and saffron

are a part of the Indian Flag.

And they should remain a part, not try to become the whole flag.

Do you understand?

Good day.

-Look, it's that girl! -Hey, sparkler!

-You're on TV a lot these days. -Don't pay attention to him.

Let's appear on TV together!

She is glaring at us.

-Why are you glaring at us? -Why are you glaring at us?

What will you do to me?

Let go of me, mother.

What will you do? Just look at her!

What happened to you?

-Mind your tongue or else... -What will you do?

Help us! Is there someone?

Is there anyone who'll help these people?

Careful, that is acid.

-Move back. -Come on, let's get out of here.

Why are you running away?

Trying to scare a woman! If you are men then face us.

This was only a trailer.

We'll show you the full movie later!

Scoundrels!

They torture helpless people.

Don't say that again, Mother.

We are not helpless.

Sister, flowers.

Sister, flowers.

Sister, he has sent flowers.

To tell you the truth, I like the man sending you these flowers.

The nicest thing is,

there is truth and kindness in his eyes.

These days, he isn't stingy with the flowers either.

What are you up to, Mother?

Do you want to get me married to him?

How does just thinking about it help?

I don't believe in religion and caste.

He should have a good heart, that's all.

Why can't a Hindu have a Muslim's heart

and a Muslim, a Hindu's?

Your father, may God bless him in heaven, used to say...

that love is the only true religion.

Come on, now--

"Read the book later."

-As you please. -Good girl.

-Any news about Amaan? -No.

After the newspaper report,

besides the media and politicians

has anybody contacted you?

I wonder if anyone else even read the report.

Nowadays, people limit their reading to just headlines.

-Let's assume, that he is alive-- -He is alive.

I can never be deceived.

And my heart says the same.

Then where could he be?

Why is he hiding? Why doesn't he come back?

Do you think he has joined some group?

-What group? -Don't take offense.

I mean, some terrorist group, or extremists.

Show me Amaan's picture.

What are you doing?

Look at this. I've downloaded this from the internet.

Compare their eyes.

Amaan.

This terrorist was spotted at a border area.

I'll come with you, Fiza. It is unsafe for women.

My gender doesn't matter.

I will have to do this myself.

Can't I do anything for you?

Take care of my mother.

-Sister. -Will you take a photo of me?

You must know the entire desert.

The Thar desert is my courtyard.

I don't have a roof over my head, but my courtyard is huge.

You seem to be from the city. Why are you traveling alone?

I am looking for someone.

Anyone lost in this sea of dust and sand

is found with great difficulty.

Have you seen him anywhere?

-No, I haven't. -Have a look. Perhaps--

Hey, girl. If you act too smart, I'll slice you up.

-Sister, please have a look. -I haven't seen him!

-Look carefully. -I told you.

What's happening, Bhairav?

I have your blessings, Sir.

I hope you didn't create any trouble last night.

What are you saying, Sir?

I've been leading an honest life these days, Sir.

What should I get for you? Food, wine or--

Shut up!

You know what I want. Where is she?

Reshma is getting dressed, Sir. We have a celebration today.

The drums are beating

Her skirt spins to the tune

Oh, my beloved

Oh, my beloved, Let me drink out of your eyes

There is a fire inside me Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Oh, my beloved, Let me drink out of your eyes

There is a fire inside me Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Beat the drums

Beat the drums

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

My eyes shaded black, My feet with anklets

I'll charm everyone with my grace

I wait to listen to his tender words

I've dressed up just for you To be your bride

Oh, my beloved

Oh, my beloved, Let me drink out of your eyes

There is a fire inside me Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

My eyes can entrap you

He who steals my heart shall win

Come and make love This may never happen again

Take in the beauty of my eyes For who knows

What'll happen tomorrow

Oh, my beloved

Oh, my beloved, Let me drink out of your eyes

There is a fire inside me Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Let me revel in pleasure

Mother, I've looked everywhere for Amaan.

But I see him only in my thoughts.

I've had enough of this search.

Listen--

Amaan!

Amaan.

Amaan!

Amaan!

Where have you been, Amaan?

Why did you leave us?

What did we do wrong, Amaan?

Let's forget about what we went through.

What have you done to yourself?

And why are you with those people?

They are not who you think they are.

Then what kind of people are they? Tell me.

Why don't you speak up? Tell me.

Look into my eyes and tell me!

I did everything to look for you!

And this is how I find you! My brother!

I wanted to be happy on seeing you alive.

This is the happiness you've given me!

You want to know what happened, right?

You want to know, don't you?

Come with me.

A holy war. I am waging a holy war.

Against whom?

Against atrocities, injustice and hatred.

You call a meaningless fight a holy war?

What kind of a revolt is this in which you plunder?

We took only what we were entitled to.

And what about your mother's and sister's right?

-Have you come to argue with me? -No.

But there's one thing that I want to know.

Why did you do this?

Move!

Take that!

Leave him alone!

Water.

Water.

Water.

-Water... -Water.

Water.

Water. Water.

Water.

Look there! He killed the child!

Hit him!

After what happened, how could I come home?

You would've been happy. Everyone would've been happy.

But then what? Someone would've found me.

Both of us know what would've happened.

Even the people here know about what was happening

in the so-called "modern" city of the country.

The way people were tortured.

Women and the aged were being harassed in the name of TADA.

I tried to come back to you.

I even visited Bombay.

But I could never reach home.

I would recall your innocent eyes.

I would remember mother's trembling hands.

But then I could see myself peeping out of a police van.

And your helpless faces.

I couldn't bear the thought of it, sister.

What I did was right for me.

And I was happy.

Because only I knew the truth.

Only I did.

If it weren't for Murad Khan, I don't know where I'd be.

Who is Murad Khan?

I met him in Bombay.

Follow him!

Don't be afraid.

Our destinations are the same.

I wanted you and mother to be convinced that I am dead.

But I forgot how stubborn you are.

When my comrades told me that you were looking for me...

I prayed a lot.

I prayed that you don't find me.

But my prayers have never been answered.

Do you know what a man who leaves two helpless women is called?

A coward!

I don't want to be a hero.

Heroes are found only in stories.

What happened next?

He brought me here.

First, they mocked me.

But then they unleashed the rage within me.

They explained to me that life isn't helplessness.

It has a purpose.

Weapons and ammunition?

Murder for murder?

If this is the purpose of your life...

then there's not much I can say.

You have decided the course of your life.

I didn't decide its course.

But life suddenly announced its verdict upon me.

If you think you can tolerate injustice and oppression.

If you can bear to see our people being humiliated.

If you can see our womenfolk being molested.

This place is not for you.

If you can see our self-respect and humanity being trampled upon,

you are free to leave.

But remember one thing. The place where you're returning to,

let alone a respectful life,

you won't even die a dignified death.

The decision is in your hands.

I'll stay here with you.

We demand justice! Down with injustice!

Kill these dogs!

Brother Murad!

I'll always be indebted to you.

One piece of advice, Amaan.

Don't ever be afraid of the dark.

You are not helpless. You are like us.

Each one of us has lost his honor, self-respect and home

in these baseless riots and fights.

But we won't let the same happen again.

Be it a Muslim,

or a Hindu.

For the meantime, until you're strong enough,

I'll keep you away from other tests.

Neither will I ask you questions, nor will you ask me any.

From today, you are Murad Khan's brother.

Now keep this fire burning within you.

And what about Amaan, my brother? What became of him?

He's dead.

No. That's not possible.

You have to live, Amaan, for me, for mother.

You can't give up your life for these selfish people.

You must come with me. No one can stop you. Come on.

You're being carried away, sister. I can't come.

If you don't come with me,

I'll go to the police and have your entire group arrested.

The police can't do a thing.

Amaan, don't challenge me.

When I left home, I took a vow

that if you're alive, I'll take you back with me.

You will have to come with me right now!

Try to understand me, sister. I can't go back.

You will. And right now. Let me see who stops me.

-Come on, Amaan. -Try to understand me.

Don't.

It was a debt I had to repay. Let him go.

Coming!

Mother.

God is gracious.

I thank God.

Mother.

Mother.

Mother.

Where did you go leaving us behind?

Didn't you think of me?

You should have asked us to join you.

Please forgive me, mother.

Who prevented your return?

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me.

First promise me that you will never leave us.

Not until Fiza marries and I die.

You won't leave us.

I won't.

Is that a promise?

You've grown so much.

Wow. You even have a beard now.

Why didn't you write to us?

How could you sleep without wishing your mother good night?

You've become so weak.

Shall I get you something to eat?

I've been awake for many days, mother.

-I want to sleep for a while. -My dear child!

What awful noise!

Me too!

Have sweets. My son has returned.

Brother Amaan, let's play.

Not today. You go ahead and play.

Why, are you too old now?

What was the need for all this, mother?

What are you saying? It's such a joyous day.

Your mother is so happy today.

Come on, Brother Amaan.

Come on, mother. Let's go burn some firecrackers. Come on.

Your qualifications are good.

But I seem to have heard of you.

Are you the same Ms. Ikramulla

who had created a lot of storm in the press about her brother--

-Right? -Yes.

Our company is world-renowned.

We don't want any trouble.

What trouble can there be?

Listen, you appear to be an intelligent girl.

You are attractive too.

Let us meet in the evening.

Then we can have dinner and...

I'll send you back home happy.

Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself.

The college is so amazing during the holidays.

It is so peaceful here.

Sometimes I think we shouldn't grow up.

That would've been so nice.

We would have roamed around bunking classes...

and eating junk food.

A lot of dreams and a lot of hopes.

And then we'd wish to grow up fast.

You're being too nostalgic.

I'm telling you the truth.

All these problems come after we grow up.

Had we not grown up, we wouldn't have had these problems.

Don't you like Anirudh?

I don't know.

I feel scared asking myself.

Take my advice and marry him.

Go to some other country and settle down over there.

Nobody would ask you...

which religion you belong to.

Or whether you have a religion at all.

Fiza, everybody needs support.

There is no support better than love.

Clouds

Clouds

Clouds

Clouds

You are the air, the cloud And not for the earth

If you are the dark clouds Then why don't you rain?

You keep flying like the birds

Come to my refuge

I'm the air which doesn't stay anywhere

Even if I stop somewhere I don't stay there

I've always been on my wings

I don't have an abode

From a branch of a tree

A gust has brought me here

Like a dried leaf

The air has flown around

Please come to me

At least once

Raise my feet from the ground

Let me step on the air

Let us fly

Let's go some place where There are no roads

Where there is nobody and No one stays there

They say such a place is only imagined

Clouds

Clouds

You are the air, the clouds And not for the earth

If you are the dark clouds Then why don't you rain?

You keep flying like the birds

Come to my refuge

I'm the air which doesn't stay anywhere

Even if I stop somewhere I don't stay there

I've always been on my wings

I don't have an abode

I could never get myself to talk to you.

I've recorded something for you.

If you ever listen to it, you will understand.

What are you looking at?

These politicians seem to be everywhere.

Forget the politicians.

But you don't meet anybody.

We do have good people around whom you can meet.

There's a party on Saturday. Will you come with me?

Keep your parties to yourself.

I thought I'd just ask.

If you want to, you can come to 1800s.

-Where were you? -How does it concern you?

Don't I have the right to know even this much?

You want to know who this boy is and what he does, right?

He is my friend, Anirudh.

When my own people left me in the lurch,

he was the only one who stood by me.

You're Amaan, right?

That's right.

Amaan, don't be upset with me.

If we understand each other, we can be good friends.

I'm not here to be friends with you.

Just tell me this.

Why do you meet Fiza?

Look, Amaan.

My intentions are benign.

I want to meet marry Fiza.

Does she know about it?

-No. -You think you are eligible for her?

Well, a little bit.

It's not a matter which you can belittle.

It's about my sister's life.

Tell me, what do you think

is the biggest happiness for Fiza?

I know that you and your mother are everything to her.

So you wouldn't want this...

to be taken away from her, right?

You won't meet Fiza anymore.

Okay?

Okay, if that is what you want.

You win. I take back my words.

Just promise me...

that you'll keep Fiza happy forever.

You'll always support my sister and my mother.

Yes.

-What are you doing? -Nothing, mother.

These are some of my old drawings.

I'll preserve them.

I am worried about you.

You don't talk to anyone.

You've forgotten how to laugh, my son.

Let me teach you how to laugh.

Shall I show you how? This is how.

Mother!

Friends, we will laugh as usual

but with a new technique.

You must've noticed that everyone have their own way of laughing.

Some laughs make you laugh.

For instance, our club watchman, who is from Nepal.

You can't tell if he laughs or cries.

"Sir, I need a leave."

This is one type of laughter.

I've a friend from Punjab.

"That's great!"

When he laughs it looks like he is in a battle.

I've a Gujarati friend called Mehta.

When he laughs...

His laughter looks like a folk dance.

Then I've a friend from Maharashtra. When he laughs...

He chews tobacco while he laughs.

He does both simultaneously.

Then there is Subramanian from Madras.

To stop his laughter we drop something inside his mouth.

Friends, you must open up and laugh.

Laugh like the man from Punjab.

Laugh like the man from Madras.

Laughter benefits you.

Without laughter there is nothing in life.

Keep laughing!

Amaan, this Laughter Club

is quite popular in this town.

Go and entertain yourself. I'll go to the market.

What will I do alone?

I've some shopping to do, son.

Okay.

We don't charge for laughing.

Don't be shy, come. Very good!

I was telling you.

There are different types of people, like film stars.

Take Shah Rukh Khan for instance.

He laughs with restraint.

He takes forever to even start.

Anil Kapoor.

As if he were in a toothpaste ad.

Everyone has their style.

Govinda.

Laughs his heart out.

His teeth become so visible, that you can count them.

He laughed from the heart.

Different people have different laughter. Amrish Puri.

Even the animals in the jungle run away.

The child in the womb will refuse to take birth.

"First, stop his laughter and then I'll come out."

The most famous man in the world, Bill Clinton laughs like this.

As if he is obliging the world.

It is his style.

Whom did you ask before assembling here?

Get away from here.

Get lost!

Get lost!

Don't ever come here. Got it?

Stop it. Don't you have anything better to do?

You? Where were you?

-Where were you? -Were you in Dubai?

Let go of him. We've come here to laugh and not to fight.

Why are you staring at us?

You live off your sister and dare to stare at us.

You!

We won't spare you!

I know that you had committed a murder and ran away.

Run!

The wound is deep. Keep getting it dressed.

Thank you, doctor.

Amaan!

Shehnaz!

Salim, this is Amaan. I told you about him.

He's the one who used to hassle you?

Why were you hassling my wife?

If I would not have hassled her she would not have married you.

She would have married me.

Good point. Where were you?

You didn't come to our wedding.

I couldn't reach in time.

It is a pleasure meeting you.

-Mr. Salim, the doctor is calling you. -Yes.

Excuse me, I'll be right back.

How are you, Shehnaz?

Fine.

You didn't inform me before leaving.

Had you told me, I would've waited.

Please forgive me, Shehnaz.

I couldn't fulfill my promises.

Forgiven.

How is it that women are so forgiving?

My sister, mother and now you. All of you have forgiven me.

I had asked.

On the day of my engagement,

I asked God,

"Let me meet Amaan once.

Let him see me getting married to someone else and...

apologize to me."

God answered my prayers.

Shehnaz, the doctor has confirmed.

I'm going to become a father.

Who am I? What am I doing?

I have nothing.

I have nothing to give.

My desires have been crushed by circumstances.

I am a burden on my mother and sister.

A burden which they are bearing with love.

I am not worthy of their love.

I am leading a pretentious life.

Mother will be shattered if she ever finds out the truth.

I go seeking a job only to be turned away.

Shackles of caste and religion don't bind me.

I am only concerned with Murad Khan's advice.

We won't tolerate helplessness.

We won't let anybody else be victimized by the injustices

that were meted out on us.

My hidden existence was the best. I'll go back to it.

Hello.

-Who told you that I was here? -Nobody.

I thought, like every year, you would've come to Bombay this month.

Why are you here?

I am sorry. I left without informing you.

I am the one who should be sorry.

For having taken a hero like you in our group.

What do you want?

You were right.

Let alone leading a respectful life,

one can't even have a dignified death here.

Really?

What do you want?

I...

-I want to once again-- -I will not repeat that mistake!

You think it's a joke?

Is this a cricket game...

in which you walk in and walk out at your own whim?

Is it a joke?

Why do you think you're still alive?

You're alive because you had saved Murad Khan.

The same mistake again? Never.

I'm ready to do anything. I feel useless here.

I don't understand what to do and where to go.

Keep this.

Make life a little easy for your mother and sister.

But when you come back to us again,

don't look back.

Now go.

Gitanjali, listen...

I couldn't refuse Gitanjali.

I'm sure she must have bullied you into wearing this outfit. Right?

Look, I know Gitanjali very well.

And I also know that she must be flirting with someone at the entrance.

And before she comes in, let's go and dance.

Not again. For how long will this go on? I am fed up.

You're worried about Amaan, but I am worried about you.

You're so lifeless.

I am fine the way I am.

Can't you enjoy life like the other girls?

You call this fun?

All right. I'll show you how to have fun!

If I became a bad girl

What would happen to you ladies?

You live in glass houses

If a stone is thrown, What will happen?

Dance, dance

Dance, dance

Dance, dance

If you look into my eyes, I'll steal your heart

I'll make your heart jump You'll lose consciousness

I'll cajole everybody, If they are annoyed

I'll dance till my anklets break

I'll dance till my anklets break

Dance, dance

If you look into my eyes, I'll steal your heart

I'll make your heart jump You'll lose consciousness

I'll cajole everybody, If they are annoyed

I'll dance till my anklets break

I'll dance till my anklets break

Dance, dance

I had troubles So I'm late

But I've brought Some gifts of love

Dance, dance

I had some troubles So I'm late

But I've brought Some gifts of love

The heart is made of glass, What if it breaks?

I'll dance till my anklets break

I'll dance till my anklets break

Dance, dance

I admit that there is deceit In every inch of this world

If not on others I have faith in myself

Dance, dance

I admit that there is deceit In every step in this world

If not on others I have faith in myself

Our relationship hangs on a weak thread What if it breaks?

I'll dance till my anklets break

I'll dance till my anklets break

I'll dance till my anklets break

I'll dance till my anklets break

Dance, dance

Dance, dance

Are you happy, Mr. Anirudh?

Fiza is good the way she is.

Hey. Get it!

Get it!

Get it!

Get it! Now loosen it!

Get the kite!

What do you keep thinking about?

If you want to pass your time, take up a job.

I would suggest that you complete your studies.

You wasted so many years.

I haven't wasted anything.

You've never understood me.

And perhaps you never will.

All I would say is that I am not idle.

I have a purpose.

I do understand.

I know what's going on in your mind.

I won't let you go back, Amaan.

If you have to bring about a revolution,

empathize with the grief of others.

I don't want to argue with you.

Why do you keep arguing with me?

Because I want to see the old Amaan in you...

the Amaan who was ours.

Do you realize how much you have changed?

Circumstances have changed, not me.

Do you remember?

We used to play right here and even fight sometimes.

It used to be such fun.

I have just one request.

And please, do not refuse.

What do you want?

-What's this? -Open it.

Amaan.

This is the least I can do for you.

But...

the family jewelery will remain with us.

For the sake of our childhood and those cherished memories,

-please don't refuse. -But, Amaan--

Please hug me, sister.

You will get your answers, one day.

We will have to tell mother sooner or later.

-What are you whispering about? -Nothing.

No problem. Sooner or later, I will come to know.

It is fun keeping secrets.

Shall I tell you a secret?

I also do things on the sly.

Sometimes, I use Ulfat's make-up on the sly.

To entertain myself,

I twitch my nose from one side to the other.

I even prepare sweets for myself.

Oh dear!

What are you doing? Switch on the TV quickly!

Oh God. Switch it on.

Idiot. You scared me.

It was something to be afraid of.

What if the song got over?

She hasn't changed one bit.

If you lie, the crow will bite you

Beware of the black crow

I'll go back to my parents You wait and watch

-Dance with me. -Go on, mother.

If you lie, the crow will bite you

Beware of the black crow

I'll go back to my parents You wait and watch

-Come on. -Please, mother.

-Take him away! -What are you doing?

-Let me go! -What happened?

Stop! I say stop!

Where are you taking him?

He had murdered three people during the riots.

Amaan, don't worry. I'll get a lawyer.

Hey. Move aside!

Trying to act smart with us?

You burnt my bike.

Look at how we fixed you.

You were burning with rage, weren't you?

-Get lost! -Now you'll be behind bars.

Hey, you old woman. Say goodbye to your son.

-Get out of here! -Look here, you lass.

-Amaan! -Look here, my darling.

-Let me go! -Don't worry, we're still here.

Hey, come with us.

Hey, smarty pants.

Come with us!

Dogs!

How dare you touch my sister!

Dogs!

Let him go, Amaan!

How dare you touch my sister, you rascal!

Let him go!

Amaan!

Sir, please save me.

Amaan!

Mom, eat something.

You haven't eaten anything since last night.

You'll fall sick.

I've talked to the lawyer.

Those two people will be looked into.

Amaan will not have to face capital punishment.

They were hooligans who used to create riots.

I should get capital punishment.

Good night.

May God bless you.

I couldn't do anything for my children.

My child, my Amaan.

He was taken away in front of my eyes.

And I stood there, watching.

I couldn't do a thing.

Fiza, it's time to take her away. Cover her face.

Don't take away

My friend's coffin

Don't take away

My friend's coffin

It's still warm

Her body is still warm

It's still warm

Her body is still warm

Don't take away

My friend's coffin

Wake her up

Come, embrace me and wish goodbye

What a way to say goodbye

What a way

What a way

Even now all my wounds

Are still fresh

Don't take away

My friend's coffin

It's still warm

Her body

Is still warm

Mother!

Mother!

Sister.

My dear sister.

For an eternity, the seasons have passed, and they always will.

But you mustn't change. Ever.

It is a vicious world, sister. It will force you to change.

But you mustn't, sister.

Mother hasn't gone anywhere.

She is with us.

She will always be with us.

I can still hear her laugh.

I have caused you immense pain.

If possible, forget about me and start life afresh.

Don't taunt me, Mr. Sayeed.

With your blessings, my nephew Nathu is the union leader here.

I am not taunting you. I was just thinking about

how poles apart we are. You're rolling in luxury.

One thing is sure. We will form the government.

Because the majority is with us,

and so are the other parties.

If the Muslims join us,

our party will look secular in the public eye.

Do you know the strength of my Muslim followers?

At the moment, you're the most influential leader

of the Muslims in this nation.

About 20,00,000 people

are willing to sacrifice their lives at your behest.

You're very intelligent.

Do you know the value of their support?

That's up to you.

I'll take care of my people.

I doubt you will offer me the post of Chief Minister.

How about the post of Home Minister?

Home Minister--

Mr. Bharat has been repeatedly calling me. He says that--

I agree.

-Let's shake hands on it. -Why just shake hands?

Get up. Let's hug.

On the auspicious occasion of Eid,

we'll have a ritual performed in the temple.

-Glory to God. -Hail lord Ram.

Our coalition could spark off the riots once again.

It will prove beneficial to us.

Why should we change our plan?

The elections won't wait for us.

If the enemy comes to power, it will be bad for us.

It's essential that we make the first move.

This alliance of a coalition government

is nothing but a farce in this country.

This is the only true thing. This!

Be it kingdoms or political empires, everything is ruled by this.

And when this speaks, everyone pays attention.

But for this, we will need permission from the headquarters.

Orders, not permission.

I have my way there. Do you have an objection?

-Who will do it? -I know.

Are you thinking about the boy?

I know he is untrained.

In all these years, he has done only small jobs.

But he is different.

He has a strange obsession.

It is a very big risk.

Train him.

Now you have to become strong.

This is your biggest test.

The incident that took place with you, is about to take place again.

You can stop another riot.

Get ready, Amaan or there will be others

who will meet the same fate as yours.

Step forward, Amaan.

Don't let another horrifying incident take place.

Do you understand?

My country

My country

My country

My country

My country

My country

My country

My country

-Happy Eid. -To you, too.

I saw Amaan.

Where? Where is he?

I visited the doctor at Mahim, in the morning.

That's where I saw Amaan, near the Sun temple.

What are you saying, Shehnaz?

I could never be mistaken about him. It was him.

Why didn't you talk to him? Why didn't you stop him?

My husband was with me.

Please take care of yourself.

God is great!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

-Who are you? -Nobody.

What do you mean by nobody?

Everybody has a name.

-What is your name? -Uday.

Uday.

Go home.

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

Long live Mr. Singh! Long live Mr. Sayeed!

There's no hope, Sir.

Excuse me! What happened?

Excuse me!

Wait!

-Tell me. Is the job done? -Yes.

Shoot him.

Amaan!

Amaan!

Amaan!

Drop your weapon, Amaan.

I've done it once.

-Drop it, Amaan. -How will that help?

Someone else will pick it up.

Such hatred, Amaan? Forget this.

It's never too late. This hatred--

This isn't hatred. It is a voice against hatred.

The ones who give up their lives for such holy wars are called martyrs.

Jihad is a war for truth.

The truth is that we belong to this land, and we always will.

Nowhere in the holy text of Quran is it written that you must shed blood.

What kind of a Muslim are you to go against this?

Change your ways, Amaan. There's still time.

What's right, will happen.

What is right?

Whatever happened to me six years ago... was that right?

Are people like Singh and Sayeed right?

If they want to, they can set everything right.

But they don't do it, sister.

They have the power.

But they use that power to make us fight...

and separate us from one another.

So that their power and control is maintained.

If such people are right, then I haven't committed any crime.

I am innocent.

I didn't pick up these weapons by choice.

They embedded themselves in my hands like the lines on my palm.

Why has this happened, Amaan?

What happened?

Our happiness has been stolen, sister.

An evil eye has been cast on us.

There was a time when your scolding sounded like love.

That love still exists.

Yes.

Every Sunday we used to have sour berries.

You would oil my hair.

You always covered up for my shenanigans.

Or else, mother would have slapped you.

Don't remind me.

Don't remind me of those things, Amaan.

You need to go, sister.

-No! -The police are taking their positions!

-I can't leave you. -Go!

Go!

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun, Amaan. Give me the gun!

All right. But on one condition.

What condition?

Look at me, sister.

Look at your brother.

Soon, the police will either shoot me...

or I'll be sentenced to death.

And people will enjoy the spectacle of yet another death.

Little do they know...

that I died that very night on the streets of this city.

You will not hand me over to them, sister.

Promise me.

Amaan.

I am not at all proud of my life.

But let me die a respectful death.

Take the gun.

This is my only choice.

Take the gun.

Amaan...

-No. -Take the gun, sister.

No.

Take the gun.

Mother must be very lonely.

I want to go to mother.

I want to rest my head on her lap.

I am very tired.

-Bid me farewell. -Amaan.

Bid me farewell, sister.

God is one.

Prophet Muhammed is his messenger.

Goodbye, Amaan.

My son, come soon.

I'm worried about you.

God, give me courage.

-Do you know where my son is? -No.