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'Sir!'

'Sir!'

'Sir!'

'Sir!'

'I grew up hearing stories of Shivaji Maharaj.'

'He was the one who gave us the dream of an independent nation...

'India.'

'Patriotism towards my motherland and the Tricolour runs through my veins.'

'It's my desire to shed every drop of my blood for my country.'

'It's my dream.'

Where is it? I had kept it right here.

Yusuf!

I am over here!

Yusuf, where are you...

What happened? - What are you doing?

You are a teacher. Why are you trying to be a carpenter?

A carpenter! - What else?

Hey! Salim is an army officer now.

Where will you hang his uniform? I have made a stand for it.

When he hangs his uniform here,

the whole village will look at it with pride.

You are right. - What do you want?

Where did you keep the cashews and saffron?

Your beloved son is coming home! - Of course!

You are going to make 'sheer kurma' with a dash of saffron for him!

Of course! - Add extra sugar. I like it that way.

Okay, will do.

But tell me where you have kept it.

It's right near the shelf.

Okay. - Give me the phone.

Are you asking me?

Do you think I have nothing else to do?

I have a lot to do. Ordering me around! - But...

I just asked for the phone.

Hey, Salim!

Salim! Give the phone to me. - Yes...

Salim, where are you?

'Mom, I haven't left yet.'

You haven't left! - 'Yes.'

'I don't think I will get leave for another six months.'

Six months!

Lord Almighty!

Hello, Salim.

'Greetings, dad.'

Greetings, son.

What's the matter? After the attestation parade,

you were to get a month's leave, weren't you?

'Yes, but...'

What happened? Answer me, boy. - Dad.

Let me talk to him. What are you chatting about?

Salim. - 'Yes.'

Whatever happens, I want you to take leave and come home.

'Mom, is that what you want?' - Yes.

'When should I be there?'

What do you mean? Come home right away.

'Right now?'

Yes, right now!

Immediately! - 'Immediately?'

Yes, immediately!

Lieutenant Salim Shaikh, Maratha Light Infantry, reporting!

Salim!

Salim!

Hey...

Salim, my son!

You are back!

Pulling a prank on your mom, were you?

Goodness! You look so handsome!

What is this, mom?

You were crying when I said I couldn't come home.

But now that I am here, she is still crying.

Look at her. - You won't understand.

Can I meet my son now?

Go ahead.

Dad... - Wait!

Let me look at you.

Great!

Wow!

Lieutenant Salim Shaikh!

Dad, not like that.

This is how you have to do it. - Yes, I got it!

Check this out.

Look at what your dad has made for you.

You can hang your uniform on this stand, okay?

Salim, you know what?

There's something better. Your mom has cooked

your favourite 'sheer kurma'. Come on, let's eat.

How could I not have made it?

Let's go. - Let's go.

Come on. - Mom!

I will be back in five minutes.

Where are you going? You just got here.

I will be right back! - Eat a bit first.

Let him go.

But how can he leave... - Go, my child.

Go, son! - Salim, eat something first.

Dad! - What?

Thank you!

What's going on between you and your son?

You won't understand. Let's go inside.

But let him eat something. - Come on now.

Hey!

When did you arrive? - Five minutes ago.

What? Five minutes!

But why didn't you say anything?

Hurry up and tell me what you want. Why have you called me here?

I have to go.

I don't bunk college for anyone.

I missed the bus, and I don't know whether I'll find a rickshaw.

Tell me quickly! Why have you called me here?

I can tell you only if you let me speak.

Go on. As if I don't ever let you speak.

I have been waiting for five minutes.

I didn't say a word.

Although, I must say, you look handsome in this uniform.

Now tell me what you want!

Hey! Catch your breath!

Tell me something.

Why are you so angry?

Hey! That's the way I am.

You tell me what you want.

Okay!

Nothing important.

I just had to tell you

that I am leaving tomorrow.

Hey! Why are you crying?

I was kidding!

I am not going anywhere.

Really! I am not going anywhere.

You think it's funny!

Just you wait! I'll tell your mom. - Hey!

Go away!

Stop it!

The entire village knows that you are back.

And I was the last one to know.

Hey! I didn't inform anyone.

I went home and came here directly to meet you.

Really? Then how did Kiran tell me that you are back?

Did she see you in her dream?

Perhaps she did.

You are not the only one who dreams about me.

Get lost! - Hey!

Sorry.

I wanted to give you a surprise.

Why didn't you inform me?

What's so funny?

It wouldn't be a surprise if I had informed you.

Silly girl!

Come now.

You don't inform the one you want to surprise.

How are you?

I am fine.

You leave me back here, and then you ask about my wellbeing.

Had it been possible to take you with me,

I would have taken you along.

No way. Who would have taken care of your parents then?

And what is this?

Don't you get to eat over there?

You have lost a lot of weight.

Forget it. I will feed you now. You are here for a month, aren't you?

Yes, I will be here.

Now, I will eat the food that you cook and hear you babbling.

I have so much to tell you!

Hello.

Jai Hind, sir!

Hey, Salim. You are back.

Come in. It's good that you are here.

Here's some hot water.

Come and take a bath.

Then we have to go to Pachwad to meet your aunt.

And from there, we will go to the shrine in Vishalgarh.

And you will be with me for the entire month. Okay?

I have made a timetable.

Mom, I have to leave tomorrow.

You are not going anywhere.

You will be with me for the whole month.

Mom, I have to report for duty.

Stop pulling my leg.

Mom, I had told you

that I have been posted in Kashmir.

The situation is critical there.

It's an emergency.

I will have to leave.

Mom...

Mom!

When do you have to leave?

I will have to leave in the morning.

Tomorrow morning!

My son!

I haven't even seen you to my heart's content.

The next time I'm here,

I will stay longer.

But they need me there.

As if we don't need you over here!

Mom...

You know

I have taken an oath.

The country comes first.

I know.

Shehnaz.

Did you hear that?

Salim is right.

You too... - The country is top priority!

I know, but... - The country comes first.

Shehnaz,

you should be proud of him.

One phone call and your son is leaving to serve the nation!

And where's he going? He's going to Kashmir!

Kashmir!

Paradise!

'It's our slogan!'

Paradise?

Allah is great!

Allah is great!

It's our slogan!

Allah is great!

The funeral of a terrorist gunned down in an encounter yesterday

may again escalate tension in the snow-capped valley.

With video reporter Maqbool, I am Fatima reporting for Zee News.

We will have it at any cost! - Freedom!

We want... - Freedom!

We have every right to... - Freedom!

We will have it at any cost! - Freedom!

We want... - Freedom!

Whose funeral is this?

Can't you see how many people have gathered for the funeral?

He was a noble soul for sure

who was martyred fighting for freedom.

May the Almighty bless everyone with such a noble death.

We will have it at any cost! - Freedom!

We want... - Freedom!

We have every right to... - Freedom!

We will have it at any cost. - Freedom!

We want... - Freedom!

We have every right to... - Freedom!

But he was a terrorist.

He was not some hero!

But a huge crowd gathered for his funeral.

Have the people of Kashmir lost their mind?

They believe whatever the terrorists say.

Go and attack those Pakistanis and teach them a lesson.

Tell them to screw...

Hey!

What was that?

Calm down.

You say whatever comes to your mind.

And let me remind you.

We show our strength only when it's necessary.

The day we show our strength,

only India will remain on the map.

One more thing.

India is never the first to attack.

Yes! And when we do, we crush the enemy.

Look at your attitude!

Such attitude for one so fragile!

Of course! My husband is a soldier.

I am bound to have some attitude.

Not everyone gets to marry a soldier.

That's true.

Let's sit.

Can I ask you something? - Sure.

And I want an honest answer. - Go ahead and ask.

Don't you feel scared? - Of what?

The fact that I'm in the army and I have been posted in Kashmir.

Why would I be afraid?

What I mean is... - Listen.

I am sure nothing will happen to you.

Why should I be scared?

And what if... - Hush!

I don't want to imagine anything.

I have faith in Allah.

The enemy can cause you no harm.

It's my mom.

Yes, mom.

What?

I will be right there.

What's the matter?

I will tell you on the way. - But...

Are you done? Why did you call him in a hurry?

Who should I call then?

He is my only child.

Remember...

Don't cry when he leaves.

He should leave home with a smile.

Okay.

I have wept enough.

I have got a grip over myself.

You deal with it your way.

You are holding your grief inside.

When you heard that he's leaving, you took ill.

Will you...

He is here. Keep quiet. - Okay.

Dad!

What happened? - Look at him.

It's nothing.

I just felt a bit dizzy due to the heat.

He never listens to me!

No one in this family listens to me.

Neither the father nor the son.

Look at your mom. She is making a mountain out of a molehill.

Dad...

If you are bed-ridden, I won't be able to set my mind to the task at hand.

Don't worry, son. Nothing has happened to me.

Look at me. I am fit and fine.

Look!

Dad,

will you take your medicines and work out regularly?

Yes, dear.

It's an order!

Yes, sir.

Don't worry, Salim.

I'll make sure your dad is fit and fine.

He will applaud the loudest when you receive a medal.

No! I won't clap for him.

I will proudly wear the medal

and roam all over the village.

For sure. - You promise?

I promise, my son!

'Allah is great.'

The way of those on whom You have bestowed Your Grace,

not of those who earned Your Anger

nor of those who went astray.

Amen!

O Lord, guide my son on to the path of righteousness.

Save him from all evil and protect him.

Let no evil thoughts enter his mind, Almighty!

You are late.

Let me serve you dinner.

Mom, what has happened to Kashmir?

Why? What's wrong?

We call it paradise.

Is it truly paradise?

Everyone lives in fear

and dread.

Everyone here is mourning.

Even tourists don't come here anymore, mom.

Be patient, son.

Have faith in Allah.

He will never let this paradise turn into hell.

Mark my words.

God willing, everything will be alright.

I don't think so, mom.

Nothing is ever going to be alright.

Okay. Stop talking about these useless things and have your dinner.

Come on.

Where's your plate?

You also get it.

Finish your dinner. I will eat later.

Have it, dear.

What...

What's wrong? Hussain!

Hussain, leave it.

Hussain, listen to me.

Mom, what's the point living like this?

There are only two of us,

but we can't afford to have two square meals a day!

I'd rather die than lead such a life. - No...

Mom, I feel...

I feel like destroying the whole world!

No, my child!

Think about your mother.

Don't say such things.

I know it's your hunger that makes you say such things.

Have faith in Allah. - I have lost faith in everyone!

And mom,

it's not due to hunger.

I am burning with rage.

Mom,

I will destroy everything someday.

I will destroy myself,

this house,

and the whole of Kashmir!

Mom, I will set the world on fire someday!

No, my child! - I won't burn everything!

Listen, Hussain! - I will reduce everything to ashes.

Oh, Lord!

Have mercy!

I won't spare anyone!

Hands up!

What's your name?

My name is Hussain... Hussain Fahim Butt.

Where are you from?

I live in this neighbourhood.

Show me your ID!

My ID.

I...

I forgot it at home.

How can you forget to carry your ID?

Why do I need to carry an ID in my own country?

If you consider this to be your country, why do you hurl stones?

Damn you! It's due to people like you that more than half a million soldier

are on duty in the valley instead of at the front.

You hurl stones,

and when we raise our guns, there is a ruckus!

You hurl stones at us and expect us to treat you better!

Lower your eyes! Who are you glaring at?

Lower your eyes.

You dare argue with us!

You want to argue with us! - Sir!

What are you doing, sir?

Who are you?

Here's my ID. His name is Hussain.

He is my neighbour.

He was hurling stones.

No! I didn't hurl stones.

Sir, he got into an argument at home which is why he is a bit upset.

I was looking for him.

Please forgive him if he has made a mistake.

Apologise to them, Hussain.

But I didn't do anything. I...

Hussain, apologise to them.

I am sorry.

Okay.

But be careful next time.

Now get going! - Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Let's go.

How do you know me?

I know all my Kashmiri brethren who have to endure persecution.

Come with me.

Thank you.

Go ahead. Eat it.

Have it.

And take some for your mother too.

We should take care of our brethren.

What do you mean?

It's quite simple.

They took our land from us!

They dishonour us.

They have destroyed our identity!

We have to carry an ID in our own country!

We need their permission to go out.

Have your food. Don't hesitate.

Who are you?

I am a follower of Allah and my name is Sulaiman.

I tread the path of righteousness.

I feel agonised to see people like you.

My heart aches when I see the people of Kashmir starving.

I was seething when I saw those soldiers hitting you.

I felt like killing them!

It's our land!

This place belongs to us.

Yet someone else rules over us. Oh, God!

Anyway.

The dream of a free Kashmir will surely be fulfilled.

But the dream will come true only if all of us unite

and not by fighting separately.

If you want to, you are welcome to join me.

Come and meet me at this address.

Here's some money.

Your life will have a purpose, you'll be on the path that leads to Allah.

You will get work and be respected.

And if you want to live a life of misery,

it's okay.

Be happy.

I'm sure I'll find a true Kashmiri who will join me.

Goodbye.

Mom!

Hussain! Come...

Just come with me. - What happened, Hussain? Tell me.

Come along, mom.

Sit here. - Hussain, what's the matter?

Tell me.

Mom...

Lord Almighty!

So much food!

Where did you get it from?

Mom, I met a Good Samaritan.

He gave me the food.

And he has promised to give me a job, mom.

Really?

Thank God!

I told you

that Allah can't see His people living in misery.

He must have sent an angel to our aid.

Yes, mom.

Eat, my child.

'I know all my Kashmiri brethren who have to endure persecution.'

'I told you'

'that Allah can't see His people living in misery.'

'He must have sent an angel to our aid.'

'And if you want to live a life of misery,'

'it's okay.'

'Be happy.'

'I'm sure I'll find a true Kashmiri who will join me.'

'Allah is great!'

'Allah is great!'

'Allah is great!'

'I testify that nothing is worshipped except Allah.'

'I testify that nothing is worshipped except Allah.'

Glory to the Almighty!

I knew

that Allah would help you make the right decision.

Come with me.

Sit here.

Now, let me introduce you

to the man who has been blessed by Allah.

He has guided many stray Kashmiris on to the right path.

A great scholar, rich in knowledge.

He is Mr Qayyum!

Greetings, everyone! May you have Allah's mercy and blessings.

Glory to the Almighty!

Whenever I raise my arms towards the sky and ask for something from the Almighty.

He sends me

precious gems like you.

And He says to me,

'Qayyum!'

'These people are very close to me.'

'Treat them with respect'

'and guide them on to the path that leads to paradise.'

'The path that will bring them to me.'

Allah's wish is my command.

Hence, I guide people like you to tread the path that leads to Him.

The Almighty gets pleased

and showers His blessings on us.

I am sure I have made some mistake.

Otherwise, the Almighty would never let His people suffer.

These infidels

live in our country,

stand on our land and spit on us!

It is humiliating.

The Almighty says,

'Those who help these infidels'

'won't find a place even in hell.'

'And those who tread the path that leads to me, '

'I will open the doors to paradise for them.'

A paradise

where rivers of honey will flow.

A paradise where 72 beautiful fairies will serve us.

The Almighty has

shown us the way to attain paradise.

The path of jihad!

We can tread this path and have vengeance from the infidels.

Just imagine.

It's doomsday,

and the Almighty asks you,

'Who is prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice?'

'Who will follow in my wake?'

'Who will it be?'

I will make the ultimate sacrifice.

We will make the ultimate sacrifice.

It's our slogan! - Allah is great!

It's our slogan! - Allah is great!

Glory to the Almighty.

May Allah protect you.

Allah, please protect my son from all harm.

Amen.

Be careful, son.

Take care.

Dad...

Dad!

Fit! - Yes!

Let's go.

Let's go. Come on, dear.

Salim, are you leaving?

Yes.

I heard that you are here, so I came to meet you, but you are leaving!

There's an emergency.

That's why I had to leave.

It's difficult to understand you Army men.

Everybody else is selfish and wants to fill their coffers.

And you people

guard our borders tirelessly day and night.

His leave was cancelled.

Mom!

But to be honest,

we can live in peace as you guard our borders.

Otherwise, India would have turned into a terrorist state.

That's true.

I'll take your leave. - See you.

Well then, when you reach the border

don't forget to thank the soldiers on my behalf.

Sure, I will.

Bye. - Goodbye.

Here's your bag. - Give it to me.

Have a safe journey and keep calling.

Yes, mom. Bye. Dad!

Goodbye.

1947!

1965! 1971!

Junagadh! Hyderabad!

These are not just some dates and cities!

They are the symbol of the incredible bravery of our battalion.

Yeshwant Ghatge! Namdeo Jadhav!

Victoria Cross! Operation Pawan!

These are the achievements of our battalion!

Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj gave us this freedom!

And now, it's our responsibility to preserve that freedom!

It's not just the wind that causes the Tricolour to soar high.

It's due to the breath of every martyr that it soars high.

And keep in mind!

Laying down our lives for our nation is our duty!

But our goal is to stay alive and serve the country!

Serving the nation doesn't mean just protecting its borders,

but also protecting the life of every Indian.

Every person living in our country is an Indian!

And it's our duty to safeguard them!

Is it clear? - Yes, sir!

Jai Hind! - Jai Hind!

'We Want Freedom'

'We Want Freedom'

It's time to pelt stones!

This is the holy land of the Almighty!

The Almighty has made it pure.

But these infidels from the army

make it unholy.

They humiliate us on our own land.

They treat us like thieves!

But it is these army men who are thieves.

They want to snatch our land,

our houses and our freedom.

My dear friends!

It's time

to show them

that these homes, this land and this nation

belong to us!

We don't want India!

We don't want Pakistan, either!

All we want is a free Kashmir!

And we shall have it at any cost!

It's our slogan! - Allah is great!

It's our slogan! - Allah is great!

'We Want Freedom'

'We Want Freedom From Stone Pelters'

Jai Hind, sir!

Jai Hind!

We have received news of some movement on the LOC.

Go there with your patrolling team,

and report to the base!

You will lead this operation.

Is it clear?

Yes, sir!

Jai Hind, sir! - Jai Hind!

Have a look.

The Almighty has blessed this bird with such a strong beak

that it can feed itself.

It has two claws, a thin tail

and a stomach.

The Almighty has made it beautiful.

That's why we call it the bird of peace.

But we have to make sure it doesn't fly away.

Take this.

Distribute it among the boys.

And there's more to come.

Okay, sir. - Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hey, Hussain! Listen to me.

Hussain!

Hussain,

this is a lot of money!

From where did you get it?

Where did you get the money from?

Hussain!

I asked you something.

Answer me!

Forget it, mom.

What are you up to?

Nothing.

What are you doing, son?

Tell me.

I am treading the path that leads to Allah.

You had told me

that He would guide me.

This is what Allah wants me to do.

Is this the path of righteousness?

Do you think it will lead you to Allah?

My child!

All we want is to earn a living, but with respect.

Mom, I have earned this money with respect!

This is the right thing to do.

It's better than living in slavery.

What do you mean?

Do you have the sense to discern between outsiders and your brethren?

Yes, I do.

I can discern between them.

I have found my calling, mom.

I have to fight for the freedom of Kashmir.

You are not working towards the freedom of Kashmir.

It will ruin Kashmir.

It will cause destruction!

You are my good son.

For God's sake,

return the money to that man.

Go, son.

My child,

do something to make me proud!

Don't embarrass me.

You are my sweet child.

Go and return the money.

Throw it in his face! Go!

Go, Hussain! Listen to me!

No, mom.

I said...

No.

Fine.

If...

If you don't return the money,

don't ever come back

to this house.

Goodbye, mom.

No, my son.

Hussain, listen to me!

Hussain, don't do this!

Don't do this...

Oh, Lord!

Hussain!

Peace be unto you. - And unto you be peace.

Is everything ready?

Yes, sir.

The money has been distributed.

The boys are ready.

The hard work we put in to train the boys

will pay off today, God willing.

Spread terror all over the valley

so that the world takes notice.

Allah is with us and victory will be ours!

Amen.

Amen.

Sir, all clear!

Look here. This is the valley.

This is the only road to get there.

We have to block it.

Keep in mind not to let anyone get through.

Take your positions, come on!

Shiva, give me cover!

This is Alpha to Base. Unit under fire!

'Copy Alpha! Abort mission! Come back to base.'

'I repeat, come back to base.'

Negative, sir! We can hold them back.

Send in reinforcements. We need backup!

'Alpha, abort mission!'

Trust me, sir. We can do it.

'Alpha, abort mission. It's an order!'

Sir!

Shall we go back?

Let's send them to hell first.

Every man here has heard of Shivaji's valour since he was born.

And they dare take us on!

We will commence intense firing, they won't know what hit them!

Fire!

Damn you!

Stop firing!

Long live India!

Sir!

Sir! - Sir!

Sir! - Sir!

Sir!

Hit them!

Hit them!

Come on, get them!

Beat them up!

Attack!

Don't spare them!

Hit them!

Kill them!

Hit them!

Kill them!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

'The Indian Army gave a befitting reply to terrorists in Kashmir today.'

'The army counter-attacked and killed all the terrorists.'

'Two soldiers from the Maratha Light Infantry, Nitin Pawar'

'and Lieutenant Salim Shaikh from Apshinge, Satara were martyred.'

'The nation is mourning the demise of these martyrs.'

Salim! - 'Here's a report.'

No!

No! It's a lie...

No!

No! My son!

No!

'Lieutenant Salim Shaikh'

'6th battalion, Maratha Light Infantry.'

'He was injured while fighting a terrorist.'

'Lieutenant Salim Shaikh gunned down three terrorists.'

'He succumbed to his injuries and attained martyrdom.'

'The late Lieutenant Salim Shaikh's mother Mrs Shehnaz Shaikh'

'and his father Mr Yusuf Shaikh.'

I'd like to say something with your permission.

I am grateful for the honour that you have bestowed on my son.

But I am sorry.

I can't accept this medal.

I am proud of my son's martyrdom.

But some questions continue to bother me.

Was my son, Salim, really martyred?

Our soldiers are called martyrs when they are killed by the enemy.

But my son wasn't killed by the enemy.

He failed to reach the hospital in time because of the stone pelters.

I believe the stone pelters are our countrymen.

They belong to our country. They belong to Kashmir.

Instead of working towards making Kashmir more beautiful,

these stone pelters are trying to attain a paradise which they have never seen.

And if Kashmir

is paradise on earth,

why do they pelt stones

which kill their brethren?

Why don't these stone pelters realise

that every stone hurled by them

causes chaos and destroys the peace of our nation?

And when did the Almighty give them permission to kill people?

Today,

I want to ask a question to all those stone pelters.

Are their family members

strong enough to carry

the coffins of their children?

Can they bear that burden?

No father has the strength to bear that burden.

I have lost my son.

But I am proud to say

that he laid down his life in service of the nation.

The parents

and the relatives of those stone pelters...

Their fathers, mothers...

Will they feel proud when their children...

I am sorry,

but I will accept this medal on the day

when every person in the valley

will stop pelting stones and hold flowers in their hands instead.

On that day, I will fulfil the promise I made to my son.

I will wear this medal

with great pride

and roam not just in my village, but all over the country.

Jai Hind!

Hussain!

Stop right there, Hussain!

Hussain!

Hussain, I said stop!

Hussain!

Stop, Hussain!

Come back, Hussain!