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'In 1947, when our country was partitioned...'

'...people from Bihar left their homes...'

'...and set out for East Bengal, which had become a part of Pakistan...'

'...with dreams of a better life. But those dreams were fragile.'

'Then came 1971, and the dreams were completely shattered.'

'East Pakistan became Bangladesh.'

'And these Muslims from Bihar...'

'..became refugees once again, once again, stateless.'

'Bihar, they could never return to...'

'...like the tree that can never throw roots into the very soil from...'

'...which it was uprooted.'

'Now they embarked upon a very long journey.'

'From Bangladesh to Guwahati, from Guwahati to Delhi...'

'...from Delhi to Ajmer, and then onwards to Ahmedabad.'

'From there to Bhuj.'

'And finally to Haji Pir.'

'The journey to West Pakistan...'

'...would take them through the Rann of Kutch. Illegally.'

'For miles stretches the salt-infested wastelands and marshes.'

'No man, no animal, not even a blade of grass in sight... for miles.'

'There are these men, professionals, who specialise...'

'...in evading the border guards...'

'...and smuggling them out under cover of the darkness of night.'

'One of them, the young Refugee.'

'He has no home, no family, and no parents to name.'

'Maybe, that's why they call him Refugee.'

'For Manzoor Ahmed and his fellow-travellers from Bangladesh...'

'...perhaps he is the kind of man they have been looking for.'

Take the medicine, mother.

Allah willing, you'll be fine.

I'm past that. You should've left me behind.

I'm a burden on you people.

What are you saying, mother?

Fie on a son who thinks of his mother as a burden.

Son, may you receive Allah's mercy.

From Allah, flows all that is good. It is we who make errors.

The first mistake was in 1947...

...when we left Bihar and went to Bengal.

And we carried with us the curse of our forefathers...

...whom we left behind buried in the graves in Bihar.

Greetings.

Where are you from?

From Calcutta. On a pilgrimage.

From Calcutta? Or from Bangladesh?

I told you. From Calcutta.

So you are from Calcutta?

By the way, the agent who deserted you at the Ahmedabad railway station...

...isn't coming back.

I know you're from Bangladesh.

And you want to go to Pakistan.

I just wanted to help you.

If you don't want my help, well it's all right.

God help you!

Goodbye.

Listen!

Sit.

Say it.

Could you help us? Could you get us across?

The journey across is neither easy...

Nor cheap.

You know, we've lost everything.

You've made it from east to west.

Don't you have to buy tickets for the onward journey?

This much I have. I'll give it to you. Please, help us.

What's this?

You can't even get going using this much.

Keep it. Go back.

Listen! - You are wasting my time...

It's all we have!

There's nothing left!

You're sitting in front of a mosque.

Don't you lie! What's in there?

It's what I saved up for my daughter's wedding.

That wedding will happen only if you make it across alive. What?

Loincloth won't do. Dress their style.

The salwar-kameez. Get it?

Are you taking us across? - Not I.

Someone else will do the crossing. I'll take you to him. That's all.

Who is he? - Jaan Mohmammad.

Pakistani?

All I'm saying is Pakistanis eat the same food as we eat. Right?

Right, or not? - Sure!

And they dress the same as us. And they think same as us.

We've friends, brothers and...

...relatives on that side, and on this too.

We want to wed our daughters to their sons...

...and we want our sons to wed their daughters.

Used to happen that way before the partition, didn't it?

Yes! - Now who asked you?

What seals the relationship is a bond of sweet love.

But these leaders, and those men in uniform...

...they won't let us live in peace, nor them.

And when things go out of control, they come counting heads.

All because we live near the border.

Jaan Mohammad.

Jaan Mohammad.

Greetings. - Greetings.

This is Jaan Mohmammad.

Greetings. - Greetings.

Want to cross the Rann... Pakistan? - To set feet on the holy land...

Out there, across the Rann lies your destination.

What's your name? - Manzoor.

Manzoor.

Look, we'll try our best.

But, do you have relatives out there?

Yes. My cousin is in Karachi.

If you take my advice, you won't inform him...

...even after you've made the crossing.

But why?

Because man is the worst animal.

If he feels that you could become a burden on him...

...he might inform the police. Anyway, it's your decision.

Allah! I never thought about this.

I could do something. I have a brother living out there.

If I tell him, he might let you stay on for some time...

...while you look out for a place to live.

We shall be much obliged to you. - Why talk of obligation?

In this world, there's a price to pay for everything. Say what?

Yes. The money, you can never forget.

Take this.

So you'll take us across? - No, my boy will.

Where is he?

There comes your messiah.

Come son. Very good.

Ready for the journey?

Come with me.

You're taking these people across.

I'll tell your mother to cook lunch for all of you.

Aamna!

We haven't been told the name of the man who will lead us.

Young man, what's your name?

Name?

Refugee!

Refugee?

Is that really your name?

If you ask me the truth, in this world everyone is a refugee.

That's what the priest says. Life is just a journey.

For all of us, true home is where the Lord lives.

And the day I die, I shall go home to my own country.

Very good.

With me is my mother, my wife... - Enough!

I don't want to know you.

Why, what's the matter?

For me, you are merchandise that I shall carry with me.

Familiarity breeds weakness.

If it becomes an attachment then it creates a big problem.

I have been deceived once.

I had taken someone just like you.

But I lost them forever.

This is the last post inside the Indian border.

Come on.

We'll rest here for a while. Eat something.

Come, mother.

Allah! Thank You!

You must be very tired? - Yes

Allah willing, by tomorrow morning we will set foot on the holy land.

I shall be tired no more. We will be among our own.

Mother, I'm very thirsty.

Go, drink water. - Come Salma.

Will you please give us a drink of water?

What are you doing?

Over here, every drop of water is as precious as a life.

And you are wasting it on your face?

I made a mistake. Forgive me.

'Allah!'

'I haven't ever seen You.'

'But I behold the beauty You have created.'

'In this face... in those eyes.'

I said, I'm ashamed for what I've done.

Now what are you staring at?

Strange!

For hours I look at the moon. Never once am I brought up short.

Then keep staring at the moon.

"Through the darkness."

"The moon shines."

But the moon doesn't breathe.

"Through the darkness."

"The moon shines."

"I see you bathed in the soft glow."

"My heart misses a beat."

"My heart misses a beat."

"Through the darkness."

"The moon shines."

"Through the darkness."

"The moon shines."

"Where are you from?"

"Where are you going?"

"Where are you from?"

"Where are you going?"

"When I think."

"I'm breathless."

"That face, as pretty as the moon."

"Those tresses as dark as the night."

"A hundred desires are woken."

"An ecstasy overwhelms me. Slowly."

"Through the darkness."

"The moon shines."

"Through the darkness."

"The moon shines."

"In solitude."

"In my loneliness."

"In solitude."

"In my loneliness."

"You have brought many colours."

"Yet I still ask myself."

"Is this really you?"

"Or is it just a mirage?"

"Like a dream that begins."

"And then, shatters."

"In the darkness."

"When the moon shines."

"In the darkness."

"When the moon shines."

240... 440... 540, 640.

Looks like our man cheated... short-changed me!

Did he? Or have you hidden some? - You always say that!

More or less, what difference does it make?

What've you done to earn it?

You just sent the Refugee along with those Muslims from Bihar.

I'll keep the money. - Shut up! I'm not giving you a penny.

Think it over, father.

You want your dear Refugee to come home safe and sound, don't you?

What are you trying to say? - Nothing.

I just met Fakhru. He's an informant for the border guards.

He was asking, when my brother is going, what he's carrying...

If you say yes, I'll tell him. - If you tell Fakhru about Refugee...

...I'll bury you alive! - Stop behaving like a child!

Let him have it. It's just money. - So that he can gamble it away?

Gambling has become a habit!

He's just a baby. He doesn't understand!

With time, he'll change. He won't do it again.

Spoil him, spoil him all you can.

But one day, you'll regret it.

Today, he threatens me. Tomorrow, it'll be someone else.

It only takes the taste of what religion prohibits and he will be mired in sin!

Don't you say a word about my son!

Your son isn't my enemy, is he? - So it seems!

Not yet, but he will be.

The fool that he is, he'll surely become someday. - Listen.

Ahead of this pillar begins Pakistan territory.

We have to finish the journey before sunrise.

Thank the Lord!

Son, go ahead. Leave me here!

I can go no further. How long will you carry this corpse? Go on.

Don't talk like that, mother. You'll make me cry.

Crying won't help. It'll make things worse for you.

Mother is running high fever. She won't be able to walk.

Let's rest here a while... - Stopping here could be dangerous.

I'll carry her on my back.

Sunrise!

We will hide here.

We can't reach before sunrise... because of mother.

Hide.

Mother is all right, isn't she? - She's all right.

No one moves in the daylight.

We have to wait for sundown to go ahead. - The whole day, here?

Yes. Up there is a Pakistan watch tower.

The goal is just a few steps away! And here we are, hiding?

Give me a drink of water. Oh.

By nightfall, we'll die of thirst. - Shut up, and sit tight.

Pakistan rangers are on the lookout for people like you.

What are you saying? Are they going to stop me?

They are going to kill me? They are our brothers!

They are our people! This is the land of my dreams!

Asgar Ali! - Asgar Ali! Stop!

I won't.

Asgar Ali! - Father. - Stop! Don't! Stop!

Hey, stop. - Stop! Don't go!

I am Asgar Ali. I'm home!

Over here! - I am Asgar Ali. I'm home!

Someone is approaching.

It's me! Asgar Ali! - Stop!

Mother! Father! -

Mother! - Oh, God!

No one speaks. Else, we are all dead.

We have to get out of here.

Greetings, sir. - Greetings.

They look like refugees trying to infiltrate.

There were some other footprints over there. Infiltrators.

They managed to escape.

Tomorrow we will have to mount a cordon-and-search...

...in villages near the border.

We will have to search every house.

This is your Pakistan. Now we go to my uncle's house.

Mother, we're in Pakistan!

Greetings, uncle. - May you live long, son.

Greetings. - Greetings.

Come! - Come!

Let me see.

Search. - Sir.

Go there. - Yes, sir.

Greetings. - Greetings.

What brings you here?

Altaf Mohmammad, you know very well what brings us here.

And we know...

This morning some men died trying to cross the border.

Who are these people?

They have to be identified. Remove your veils, please.

Remove your veils!

Sir, this is an old friend of mine. Manzoor Ahmed!

Greetings. - He has come here with his family.

To find a match for his daughter.

Manzoor Ahmed, where are you from?

From Tande Adam!

From Tande Adam? From so far away? Looking for a match?

Intended for her?

Anyone would accept her!

Yes, to find someone who could make...

a good match for her travel afar, you must.

You're the one who started crying when you heard me.

How was the deceased related to you? - No way!

No ones? - None.

Not your fault. But man is such an animal that...

...come the time he will even refuse to recognise his creator.

I've seen you before, haven't I?

My nephew.

You must've. If not me, then someone else like me.

People like me come a dime a dozen. And they're everywhere.

Nice way with words.

Do you have any papers to prove your identity?

Strange. You'll trust a piece of paper...

...but not a six-foot man standing in front of you?

If a soldier hits you once then...

...you won't be able to get up again.

You are a big officer.

The government must be listening to you.

Tell the government to make laws that...

...will make big men out of small men not small men out of big men.

You aren't what you seem.

Who's inside? - The old lady.

She's sick.

Exhausted. She has fallen asleep.

Would you rather wake her up?

No. But I would like to meet you again.

Come.

We must prepare for a funeral.

Has someone died? - Your mother.

Have you buried mother? - Yes.

Son, do tell me when was it that my mother died?

When I picked her after the shootout, she was already dead.

Why did you not tell us?

Because it would've made the journey more difficult.

Sorrow with fatigue, is a deadly potion.

And you carried mother... I mean mother's body all the way?

And you aren't even related to us?

Related, yes. As between humans.

Greetings, sir.

How have you been?

What's it? Why are you threatening me?

I'll sit here.

Thanks be to Allah, you must've had a safe journey?

Not in the mood?

Yes, I heard of the incident about the refugees.

I regret it.

Talk about business.

You are always in such a hurry. You should take time...

...to tell us stories about life out there.

Oh yes, I hear Lata Mangeshkar has cut a new album.

The next time get me the album.

What's in this parcel? - White powder. For killing ants.

What price for carrying it over? - Worth the weight in money.

Jaan Mohmammad is very particular.. - About the transaction. I know.

Remember that.

Oh!

I must leave now. Bye.

Going away without goodbyes?

Granted that for you we were just merchandise.

Maybe you don't like relationships.

But as far as I am concerned, you are like a son.

Besides, what can I give you but my good wishes?

I cooked some food. For the journey. Eat it. And take care.

Whether or not you remember us...

at mealtimes we'll surely remember you.

May Allah shield you.

Goodbye!

Listen.

Yes?

Won't you sit?

Yes?

You are very nice.

You are very pretty too. - Oh God.

I don't like words like that.

Why? Don't you like the truth?

Then you will not even like to be told about the creator...

...for He too is truth.

Are you trying to call me a sinner?

Then you must tell me the truth.

Has no one ever told you that you are beautiful?

No. - Why?

Have you been living with morons? -

Look at this. One smile from you and all my weariness is gone.

Is that why you're going away? - To return again. Wearied.

So that I may see your smile again...

...and all my weariness will be gone.

Must you go? - What else can I do?

Stay back. With us. - You're trying to rein in the wind.

It's tough. - Tough yes. Impossible? No.

Bye.

Listen...

Are you leaving? Won't you stay back?

I have to help some people cross.

I hope to God, nothing happens this time, and they reach safely.

You think so much for everyone. Take care of yourself.

Bye.

Every drop of water is precious. Don't waste water.

Everyone stays together. No getting lost. Come on.

Refugee! Why are you crying?

I've never been to school.

But life teaches me a new lesson every day.

When a man is very happy he weeps.

You don't come to Jaan Mohammad with such trivia.

What can I do if you have a fight with your wife?

Police?

Jaan Mohammad.

Yes.

Border Security Force. Raghubir Singh.

I had only heard of you. Glad to meet you. Please sit.

Go and get tea. - Yes, sir.

Sit.

So you are the village headman? - Your humble servant sir!

What can I do for you? - Your village is at the border.

Your job is to take care of the village.

My job is to take care of the border. - Yes.

Which means we must help each other. - Of course! Be rest assured.

The villagers and I are always with you.

Very well. Tell me, the people who crossed the border this morning...

...who helped them across?

Across the border?

What are you saying? I don't know anyone who did that.

Even if I were to assume that you're saying the truth...

...I cannot assume that they could've crossed the Rann without help.

And I know that help comes from this village.

If you say so, I will certainly keep watch.

But I don't think there's anyone like that here.

Who do you have at home?

Me and my wife Amina... and...

...this is my son, Shadab. Greet him.

You oaf! Greet him!

Greetings, sir - Greetings.

What do you do? - Nothing, sir.

I just play. - What do you play?

Football, or hockey? - All he plays is flush.

So you gamble? - Don't trust my father.

He's always after me.

There... my other son is here too.

My other son. - This one?

The elder.

Where have you been?

Hey, I'm asking you.

Where have you been?

Around. Why?

Because the dirt on your shoes tells a different story.

Did you go out to the Rann?

I have to. The cattle stray. I have to bring them back.

And why do they? For grazing on salt? Or for a taste of salt water.

Had they known as much, would they be called beasts?

Well said. You have a way with words.

And you aren't as simple as you seem to be.

From now on, we'll have to keep take good care of you.

Just as well, sir. Till now, my father was taking care of me.

Now, you too?

Don't you worry?

I'll take better care of you.

C'mon, boys.

We have come to take you. - What?

What is your name? - Salma.

Salma... that's a lovely name.

You're all alone, aren't you?

I know you have no one. Poor things, they've all been killed.

Anyway, from now on, you'll never be lonely.

You'll live with me.

For God's sake, don't say that! - Foolish girl!

What I'm saying is for your good. Food, clothes, a home.

You need someone to provide you with all the needs of life.

Besides, I'm not that bad a man, Salma.

Look at me. - Let go!

Why are you molesting her?! - Get out, old man! Abdul Rehman!

Sir. -

You like that girl? - Undoubtedly!

Will you marry her? - What?

I asked you, will you marry her? - I haven't thought about that.

Then forget about what you've been thinking.

Salma is someone's daughter too, and someone's sister.

Her dignity isn't for sale. Get it?

I understand, sir. - Then go back to your duty.

You are going to bring us to shame! - Sir.

Out! - Let's go.

I beg your pardon for what my soldier has done. Sorry.

My child, do not think you're alone.

We won't let anything happen to you.

For me, you are just like my daughter Naaz.

So nice of the Pakistani officer to help someone in need.

May the Lord preserve him.

Also the Refugee.

To those who have lost their way he holds the light.

"Why do I feel..."

"That which has never happened..."

"Will come to be."

"Why do I feel..."

"This heart of mine."

"I'm about to lose."

"Why else...

...does the heart skip a beat?"

"Why breathlessness?"

"Why can I not sleep?"

"Why do I feel..."

"That which has never happened..."

"Will come to be"

"Why do I feel..."

"This heart of mine."

"I'm about to lose."

"Why else...

...does the heart skip a beat?"

"Why breathlessness?"

"Why can I not sleep?"

"Why do I feel..."

"That which has never happened..."

"Will come to be."

"Why does someone's face cloud my eyes?"

"Why comes only this one in my dreams?"

"With the new season is there new hope?"

"Why is there music in the air?"

"Why do I feel..."

"The beginning of an ecstasy."

"Why do I feel."

"I am beginning to lose myself."

"Why else...

...does the heart skip a beat?"

"Why breathlessness?"

"Why can I not sleep?"

"Why do I feel..."

"That which has never happened will come to be."

"Is this the fragrance I yearn for?"

"In the shade of the clouds is there the colour blue?"

"In the cool breeze... Is there a new song?"

"Do I hear flutes playing?"

"Why do I feel..."

"Someone... will be mine."

"Why do I feel..."

"All that separates us... will come to end."

"Why else...

...does the heart skip a beat?"

"Why breathlessness?"

"Why can I not sleep?"

Is it really you? Or am I dreaming?

Touch me, and see.

It's you! Dreams don't feel the pinch.

Tell me, when did you leave, and when did you get back?

And what remains of the distance?

If you want there will be no distance.

This journey through life is strange.

One even begins to like his merchandise.

What?

Father... mother... look who's here.

Greetings. - Greetings.

When did you come? - As and when you saw me. Greetings.

Bless you. What brings you here? Important work?

Work, yes. And I also wanted to meet you. So I came over.

Good you did.

He must be tired. How about some breakfast and tea?

I'll make tea.

There's a confectioner nearby. He makes a nice cookie with dates.

With tea, it's fabulous. I'll get it.

Cookie with dates? I never ate that.

You can come along too... I mean, we all could.

Never mind, I'll get it. - I'll come too.

Father, may I? - All right. But be back soon.

Did you say something? - No.

Then what was that I heard? - It happens.

What happens? - Your ears are ringing.

Are there bells in my ears that start ringing?

Then there must be something that you want to hear.

Something I missed saying.

What happened? Come along.

Tell me, how come you're back so soon? With more refugees?

With just myself. - Lies.

Is the flour done? - It'll take some time.

What I'm asking you is, do you get sleep at nights? - What?

Do you get sleep at nights? - Perfectly. Like a child.

Children wake up in their sleep, and they cry.

Kids wake up, and they cry.

Nothing of the sort happens to me. I enjoy my sleep.

You're lying!

Tell me, does your heart yearn for someone?

What? - Do you yearn for someone?

Leavened bread? Fried in butter? Great!

Stop joking.

Tell me, at heart, do you yearn for someone? - No!

You're lying!

If everything is all lies, then what's the truth?

What?

I didn't say anything.

Back?

What's written in it?

The same old romantic story.

About lovers separated.

In the end, they die for each other.

But our Refugee isn't about to give his life for a girl.

He's just going to do what we ask him, no questions asked.

Come over tomorrow morning.

There's a bundle of clothes to be delivered.

On your way back, bring the guns. - Guns for whom?

The lesser you ask, the safer your lady love will be. Else...

Else what, you fool?

If she is even touched, I'll rip you apart!

How many will you rip apart? Me, the BSF guards...

...also the Pakistani rangers across the border?

Rip it up. Rip it all apart.

Strange are your ways, Lord.

Son, I see something new in you.

But I always come here to beg for blessings.

What is it you seek that you have not?

I have no one. No father, no mother, no friend, no brother.

Not even a country.

Thou art my father, thou art my mother...

...thou art my brother, thou, my friend.

For whom are you praying?

There is someone.

Across the border.

You wait here.

The officer is coming here. The same officer! Allah helps us!

Don't worry. He isn't a bad man.

Greetings. - Greetings.

Greetings. - Greetings.

Thanks. - Please be seated.

Good to see that you've taken up a house here.

We want to get over what we came here for. It might take us time.

So we took a house. - Yes, a match for your daughter.

You will have to hunt far and wide.

Without the Lord's wish man can do nothing, sir.

True. Look at me.

Folks at home have tried their best. But here I am... all alone.

You aren't married yet? - No.

Why? - Forever, I've been looking...

...for the looks I might fall for.

Father! Mother!

Look! Pretty little kids! Look at them!

Where did you pick them up? - Aren't they pretty, mother?

Aren't they pretty, father? - Yes dear.

Say salaam to the gentleman.

Go inside.

Strange, haven't you found anyone, ever?

Yes, and no.

Meaning?

Without the Lord's wish, man can do nothing.

Pretty kids, really.

But not prettier than you are.

Nazzo.

Salma! Is there anybody?

Is there anybody?

Salma.

Refugee. When did you come?

When you saw.

Where have they gone?

What do you mean? Nazzo or everyone?

I have come to meet everyone. Where is Naaz?

She was here, just now. I know where she is.

Nazneen! Naaz.

Nazneen! Naaz.

What is the matter?

Someone is here to see you.

Has he a name? - Why not? The name is Refugee.

What?

Hey Refugee.

Is that any name?

What's wrong with my name?

One who comes seeking refuge is called a refugee.

That's why I don't like that name. I want someone to give me refuge.

Not someone who wants refuge.

I don't understand. - Don't stress your little mind.

Suffice to know that I will never call you by that name.

Then what will you call me?

'Jee'. - 'Jee'?

Yes, just 'Jee'.

But that's what girls call their husbands.

Take it as you like. But what I want to say is...

...you aren't giving all that you earn to your father.

You'll let me have some too. - Why?

I have to build this house. - You want to build this house?

For yourself? - Not for myself. For us.

Naaz, do you realize what you are saying?

Why not? I'm talking about tomorrow. My house... is yours.

My house?

Mine?

Can someone believe it when he sees his cherished dream coming true?

My house, my village, my country.

Are you about to weep?

No, the joy will flow forth from my eyes.

Naaz, whether or not I have my country...

...whether I have my village or not...

...whether my name is mine, but this dream will remain mine.

The dream you have given to me.

Whether or not we build this house...

...I shall always be grateful to you.

For caring for my dream.

Why can't we build the house? Just make enough money.

The money, I can give you. But what about your father?

What will he say?

Yes, that's worrying.

There's a way out. Give the money to your uncle Altaf Mohammad.

He will give the money to father, and he will give it to me.

That could work. - Done?

Done. - Then your house is as good as done.

Done already? - Yes. I can see it.

Where?

Look into my eyes, into my heart.

You need some money?

Yes. - What?! Do you hear?

For the first time ever, my son wants money!

Keep it! Keep it all!

What do you want all this money for? - To buy a gift for someone.

Look at me... look!

If something transpires, you'll tell me, won't you?

If not you, who else will I tell? - God bless you, my child!

Stop staring, count the money and serve lunch for my son.

The food is ready.

No hurry. I'll eat later.

Listen...

Son, I'm glad!

"Now our hearts beat together."

"Now our hearts beat together."

"We are crazy... "

"So goes the story."

"Now our hearts beat together."

"Now our hearts beat together."

"We are crazy... "

"So goes the story."

"Your scorching eyes bring out my beauty."

"Ever since I fell in love I have been a complete woman."

"Your scorching eyes bring out my beauty."

"Ever since I fell in love I have been a complete woman."

"This is the truth It's all your doing."

"I have lost all my senses Oh, I am now mad."

"Now our hearts beat together."

"Now our hearts beat together."

"We are crazy... "

"So goes the story."

Whom are these guns meant for?

I am leaving this place feeling ashamed.

It's said of love that the hunter becomes the hunted.

The whims of the rich, my friend.

That Thakur Mahendra Pratap Singh over the other side.

It's the stuff he wants to go hunting with.

Careful while you go.

Hey brother...

Give me the money. I need it.

I need the money I have.

What will you do with money? - Do I have no needs?

I have to make a living. I have to make my dreams come true.

A home, a wife. Kids.

Lovely dream.

But tell me, what will you name my nephew?

Salim Refugee, or Ali Refugee?

What nonsense! My children aren't going to be refugees!

You don't have a name to yourself.

What name will you give your children?

You know what they call someone who doesn't have a father? - Shadaab.

The news? - At dawn, the day after tomorrow...

...one man will cross over. - Name?

No name. - What do you mean?

If you are smart, you'll know who he is.

Naazu... what happened, dear?

Why do you wait for me, near the border? Why do you this?

Silent. Be silent for a few minutes.

Don't ask any questions. I won't answer you.

Just quiet.

Have you gone mad? - No. You have turned me mad.

But tell me, what has happened? Tell me.

I saw a bad dream of you being shot.

And you were calling my name repeatedly.

I was scared. - So this is the matter.

You are scared of that dream.

What if it happens in reality? - I won't let it happen.

I won't let you go from here.

That's all!

Sir, these footmarks tells that someone has crossed the border.

Right this way.

Have a look, sir. - The one who went will come back, right?

Yes, sir. - I will wait for him.

Greetings. - Greetings.

What's the bad news this time?

Today, it's good news.

You can't go to India tonight. - Why?

The border guards are on the lookout for you.

Who informed them? - I got to know that...

...someone close to you has tattled.

Thanks. But I must go. - Fine. It's your life. Bye!

Tell me, why are you dressed in whites?

The colour white doesn't show up in the Rann.

I'll merge with the background white in the Rann.

But you must go? - I have to.

I told you not to!

You should've been named the angry one.

Naazo, my good Naazo.

I'm not good. I'm bad! Very bad! But I'm not letting you go.

To whom belongs my whole life? Tell me.

How would I know? - You know. It's yours.

Isn't it... isn't it? - Yes. It is. So?

I'm just going away for just a few days.

Not for one moment!

When you get angry...

...you look lovely! - Not otherwise? I won't talk to you!

Angry again? Stop getting worked up. - On one condition.

You will say whatever I say. - Agreed.

When you walk, when you sit... - When you walk, when you sit...

...when you sleep, when you're awake...

When you sleep, when you're awake...

When you laugh, when you cry... - When you laugh, when you cry...

When you fight... - And when you fight, I love you.

I didn't say that. Why did you say it? - I didn't say it either.

Then who else said that? - This fool said it.

Softly, beat that heart. - Why?

I live in there!

Listen to me, don't go today.

Today I have to go, Naaz.

Do you like going away from me?

Anything in sight? - No sir.

You will!

I see something!

Let him come closer!

Sukhwinder.

Has the very earth devoured him?

Whoever he is, he's very smart.

He knows the Rann inside out.

Turn back!

How did you hurt yourself?

Careful, son.

My boy, what happened to you? Why are you bleeding?

What happened to him? He's bleeding profusely.

Good Lord! What happened, son?

They shot me. - Who?

The border guards.

Chief! The Border Security Force is coming!

Chief! The Border Security Force is coming!

The Border Security Force is coming. - Go to the priest.

Search all the houses. If anyone has a bullet injury, bring him here.

Search this house.

Greetings, sir.

I'm here to see you. - Welcome.

A few hours ago, we wounded a fugitive.

Surprisingly, he vanished right in the middle of the Rann.

We have news that he is here.

Please be seated. - Right here, in this village.

In that case, we can search the whole village.

We'll manage the village. Talk about yourself.

Say hello! - Hello, sir.

Hello. Your younger son, isn't he? - Yes.

Where's the elder?

He's a strange sort. Ever since he was a child, he has been religious.

He's either at a mausoleum, or at a temple.

So he isn't here? - Not, as of now.

And not to be found? - Last night he slept here.

He might've gone somewhere when the day dawned.

Before saying such a big lie, you should've cleaned up the bloodstains.

Bloodstains? Sir, I don't understand what you're saying!

You will get to understand.

What happened to your foot?

I stepped on a piece of broken glass.

Some fool threw out a broken bottle.

And there's no point in picking a fight. It's my village, my people.

This is where you live, this is where you die.

Fine. I'm leaving now, but take care.

Rest assured sir, I'm the village headman.

I'll see sir out. Come.

Baba! - Dear.

Refugee.

Get up! What happened?

Shot me. - Shot you? Who'd shot you?

The border guards. They're scouring the village looking for me.

Don't worry. I'll extract the bullet...

...and I'll wash the wound with herbs.

The wound will heal soon. Till then, you stay here.

Nazneen. - You?

Greetings. - Greetings.

What are you doing? - Making a home.

For whom? - Myself. Who else?

Is this supposed to be your job?

If the home is mine, why isn't the work mine?

I watch the birds making nests out of twigs.

Then they hunt for food to feed their young.

And whom will you feed? - No one.

But someone will feed me. - Who?

There must be someone, the angels have chosen for me.

So you've decided to marry?

I have to. How long will I remain a burden on my father?

If I find a good man like you, I'll take his hand.

Amen!

What worries me now, is Naaz's marriage.

Greetings - Greetings.

Here you are, and I was looking over the whole house for you.

Be seated. - Thank you. - Sit.

Is everything all right?

Thanks be to the Lord, sir. - If you call me sir...

...I won't like it. I want to know...

...something about Naaz's marriage.

Are you looking for a reputed family?

We haven't quite thought about that. - No, I mean...

what if the bridegroom's entourage is large?

You speak as...

...if you've found a boy for our Naaz. - How could I?

She has found someone for herself - What?

Who is he?

You should ask your daughter.

Naaz is very shy. She won't tell us anything. Why don't you tell us?

A girl won't speak of it openly.

But conversationally she told me,

"If I find a good man like you, I'll take his hand."

You won't object, will you? - You speak of objections?!

We cannot believe our good fortune! - Do I take it as a yes from you?

Only a very lucky girl would find such man!

Then I'll speak to my mother. Goodbye.

Goodbye. - Goodbye. - God bless you, son.

Lady!

Greetings, lady! Is everything all right?

Bad mood?

"You've ruined me by breaking my heart..."

Greetings uncle. - Bless you.

Have you come alone? - Yes.

Anything important? - Your nephew...

...hasn't been here for quite some time. - Yes, it's been a while.

Is he all right? I'm very scared.

I've been seeing a very bad dream about him having been shot.

Your dream wasn't untrue.

Yes, he was shot.

No!

Naaz! Naaz! Stop, my child.

Naaz! Stop, my child.

Get a hold on yourself.

It's a minor wound.

He's all right... he's all right, dear.

Are you saying the truth? - Would I lie to you, my child?

Then swear it. - I swear it by Allah.

He's all right now. He'll be here soon.

And I shouldn't worry? - Yes, my child.

Have faith in The Lord. He always listens to ardent prayers.

Allah!

Lord, Thou art love.

With faith in Thy love and mercy, I am going to marry the man I love.

So help me Lord.

I was praying to the Lord that He sends you to me.

I open my eyes, and I see you.

A million thanks to Allah! My prayers have been answered.

Your uncle said that you had been shot. It hurt you, didn't it?

Just a minor wound. It healed.

Minor wound? Was it a bullet or a cotton pellet?

You're lying. Show it to me. I want to see.

What madness is this? I told you. The wound has healed.

Had it been a wound you were to inflict on me, it would never heal.

Just a bullet. It's healed. - Don't you flatter me.

Now listen, I'm not letting you go anywhere.

I have found out where the priest lives.

I'll beg him to get us married today itself.

Today itself? Is this a doll's wedding?

Joke as much as you like, but you're staying here.

Will these people let me live here? - Then we'll cross back.

Will they let you live over there?

Neither here, nor there? Then where do we live?

In our hearts, where only we rule.

Before you rule, you must seek the blessings of my parents.

Mother, your dream is about to come true.

Keep the bride's trousseau ready.

Naaz, don't make such a hasty decision about your life!

Who am I? What's my standing? Think about my precedents, Naaz.

Their forefathers might be from Bihar.

As of now, they are in our country.

Greetings. - Greetings.

How are you? You've come after a long time.

Yes mother. She is a Muslim.

Father, I want to discuss something with you.

The decision concerns my life. - I've come to know of your decision.

I'm glad! You made yourself a home...

...and you even took your own decisions!

May the Lord give you much happiness. - I've been praying for the same.

May the Lord make your every wish come true.

Yes, I like her very much.

The Lord has given me my wish. And you've given me happiness.

I am not afraid of anyone in this world!

Dear. - Father.

Naaz, look at me...

What's wrong with you?

Your eyes... hey, you're cross-eyed!

And your nose... it's crooked!

It'll take either a blind man or a madman to marry you.

What did you say? Just you wait! -

The night after tomorrow, just take a look at the moon.

It's a full-moon night. You will see her face.

Cross-eyed, am I? - No! Your eyes are very pretty.

Crooked nose? - No, it's straight.

And no one will marry me? - Anyone would!

I'll show you!

Hey, you've made a home! - Shut your eyes!

You've seen nothing! Go on, out of here.

Don't come in till I call you.

Dressed like a bride!

Your wedding dress?

One for you too. Put it on.

But why? What's going on? - I told you. Just wear it.

What have you made me wear? - You look nice.

How do you like the house? - You've decorated it...

...just like my father's house. - So that when you live here...

...you won't miss India.

What are you thinking? - As my lost dream...

...is right here in front of me. - Do I figure somewhere in the dream?

You are the dream!

It's late. If I don't leave now, I won't be able to make it by daybreak.

"O' fellow traveller. O' fellow traveller."

"Come close to me... come close to me."

"O' fellow traveller... "

"Come close to me..."

"For a lifetime, we have to travel together."

"Come close to me... come close to me."

"For a lifetime, we have to travel together."

"Come close to me... come close to me."

"Come close to me."

"O' fellow traveller... O' fellow traveller."

"Come close to me."

"On this journey together."

"Together in darkness."

"On this journey together."

"Together in darkness."

"We mustn't lose these moments."

"Come close to me."

"For a lifetime, we have to travel together."

"Come close to me... come close to me."

"Come close to me."

"O' fellow traveller. O' fellow traveller."

"Come close to me... come close to me."

"Those who have left their homes behind."

"Those who have left their homes behind."

"Will never be afraid of distances."

"Those who have left their homes behind."

"Will never be afraid of distances."

"We will travel to the land of love."

"Come close to me."

"O' fellow traveller O' fellow traveller."

"Come close to me... come close to me."

"For a lifetime, we have to travel together."

"Come close to me... come close to me."

"Come close to me."

"O' fellow traveller."

"Come close to me... come close to me."

Why isn't Refugee here with them yet?

Strange! It's my son who isn't back. Aren't you worrying too much?

Your son has my blessings.

I'm worried for those who are travelling with him.

You know them? - You could say so.

One of them is a bigshot.

Bigshot? Meaning?

Big enough to run this entire business we're part of.

If that's the bigshot, then it's him coming.

Yes! He's the one.

Welcome! Welcome.

I hope you didn't have problems on the way?

Makkad? - Yes.

I'm Jaan Mohammad.

I know.

You do? But we've never met before.

Come, let's sit on the roof of my new house and talk.

Come... please be seated. Please be seated...

Who are these people? - I don't know.

But whoever they are, they aren't right.

What do you mean? - They aren't refugees.

They're something else. On the way, they fought with me.

Although it was their mistake.

I was just trying to save your life.

A lighted match can be seen for miles across the Rann.

Had anyone seen it, we would've all been dead.

Fought with you? You aren't hurt, are you?

Nothing much. - Careful, dear. - One minute.

My son says you fought with him.

I'm asking you.

I spared him because he knew the way.

Otherwise, I shoot men like these. - You'll shoot me?

Shoot me! - Who do you think you're going to shoot?

Who do you think you're trying to scare?

Shoot!

Calm down, son! You mustn't do this. Jaan Mohammad, sit down.

What's happened to my son? - Here comes the lady!

This is Jaan Mohammad's wife. This is his younger son.

Please be seated, lady. Don't get angry. Come.

Be seated.

Sit. Relax.

He's a very good boy. It's just the fire of the youth. Forgive him.

When the trapped bird tries to free itself...

...it breaks its own wings. Makes no difference to the trap. Get it?

I'm not here to fight. I know everything has a price.

And I'm paying you the price. Look here.

I don't want your money.

He has gone mad! - So much money!

Sister-in-law, look!

Not even four generations of yours would have seen so much!

Keep it. The Goddess of wealth has come home to you!

Don't touch.

Forget it, father!

Let's keep it. - He's mad!

Altercations happen all the time. Why should you mind?

Go on, lady. Take it all away.

God bless you, son.

Now tell us, what's the programme?

They are taking the train to Delhi.

Okay. They must board the train tonight. - Will be done.

My son is very tired. He isn't going anywhere.

Go on son. Eat something. And get some rest.

I'll see them off. - Shut up! You aren't going anywhere.

I'm going, father. Let me go. - Oh yes, he'll manage. Sharp kid.

Greetings, sir.

So much money? What for?

Buy the tickets. Keep the change.

Keep it?! There are 10,000 in this wad!

There will be lots left over.

There are a lot more wads from where this comes.

Keep working, take orders. Wads like these will rain on you.

Greetings, sir. - And you?

I'll live here. In this village.

You can't stay here. The border guards come here at all odd times...

...to do head-counts. And I'm the village chief.

What's my reply going to be, if he counts one head more?

Mr. Jaan Mohammad. Once you've stepped into deep waters...

...it's no use getting scared of drowning.

Makkad. - Yes, sir.

Who is that man? - He lives in our village.

What's his name? - Haider.

Nice name. - Sure.

Call him up.

Haider. - Yes. - Come up.

Run, man! - Coming.

Come. - Greetings.

Big brother here wants to meet you.

Greetings Haider Ali, greetings.

Jaan Mohammad. Now I've solved your problem. Haider is still alive.

Takes care of your head count.

From now on... my name is Haider Ali.

Makkad. - Yes, sir.

Take care of the corpse. - Will be done.

Give me a hand, Shadab.

'This is All India Radio.'

'A bomb explosion aboard the train from Gandhidham to Delhi...

...has claimed several casualties. Another explosion at the same time...

...on a Delhi Transport Corporation bus...

...is suspected to be the handiwork...

...of terrorists across the border. The wounded have been admitted...

...to the All India Institute of Medical Sciences.'

'In Ferozpur, a dam which burst has caused serious damage...

...to life and property.

Nearby villages have been inundated in the flood.'

Aamna.

Who is it, so late at night?

Hello mother! Hello father! - My son!

Where the hell have you been? - I had gone to Delhi.

Hasn't Makkad told you? - Why did you go?

Whom did you ask before you left? Are your parents alive, or are they dead?

Why are you getting worked up, father?

Wait a while, look at this.

See this.

See how much money I've made? 100,000! Count it if you want.

My son! 100,000? - Yes

What have you done to earn so much?

Fireworks father. I lit the fireworks.

Fireworks? What nonsense are you talking?

It's the truth. You remember those men...

...I took to the train to Delhi?

I went to Delhi with them. As soon as we reached Delhi...

...they gave me a little sack and they told me...

...to put it on a train compartment. So I kept it there. Just so much?

What do you mean just so much? - After that, fireworks!

Was there a blast? - Blast? You got to be kidding.

What an explosion! Oh, what an explosion!

Men were flying... flying like toys!

I swear father, I've never seen a sight like that ever in my life!

What a sight father! What a sight!

I swear father, it was fun! Great fun!

Where are you going?

Listen. Why don't you speak?

Why don't you speak?

Whom are you asking?

Jaan Mohammad is dead, Amina. You've become a widow!

Your husband is dead! - What are you saying?

I might tolerate a wayward child.

But a traitor... never!

From this day, for me my son is dead.

For you, your husband is dead.

I'm leaving.

No Jaan Mohammad! You aren't going! Come with me.

He is the one that goes.

The curse that sprang from my womb! - Mother.

Idiot! Is this the way you repay the debt of your mother's milk?

Go away from here!

Go in shame!

From this day, for us you're dead!

Come on, Jaan Mohammad.

Shadab, when did you come?

What's up?

I met Shadab outside. He brushed me aside.

What's the matter? - He has brushed us all aside.

What do you mean?

Don't argue. Just finish the matter here.

Welcome Raghubir sir. Be seated. - Thank you.

In Maharashtra it's said, before you start talks, eat a sweet. - I see.

Sweets! So you've kept your promise.

Sweet. Eat a sweet. Talk sweet.

Great! Do you understand Marathi? - Even if I didn't...

...this sweet would make me understand.

So you've kept your promise too?

Any doubts? - Sewaiya!

Have you enjoyed the sweets? - Very delicious!

Because it's made of the blood of Indians.

What was that you said?

Thank you.

From Delhi to Coimbatore... when the bombs explode...

...India bleeds.

Surely, a drop or two will surely splash over here.

Raghubir sir, before leveling that allegation...

...you should've considered that from Peshawar to Karachi...

...subversives are having an orgy of blood.

This sweet you eat is cooked in Pakistani blood.

So now the thief accuses? Are you alleging?

No, not at all, Raghubir sir.

I'm just asking you to eat a sweet.

Ashraf, like friendship, enmity can never be one-sided.

It's both-sided.

From day one, it's an enmity that you have scored.

Mr. Ashraf, this is your misconception.

For centuries, it has been tradition for...

...sons to move out of their homes once they are grown up.

So we give them a separate house to live in.

But even after you have been given, you are still unhappy?

That's provided you leave us in peace.

Anyways.

You've cut off one of our arms.

That which they call Bangladesh today.

Revenge?

We haven't cut off anyone's arms.

But with this feeling of vengeance...

...blood will flow. The blood of innocents.

On our side, on your side too. - Both the countries must think.

We must stop the enemies of humanity. - Not the handful of terrorists...

...who are pawns for hire. The real enemies are the ones...

...who employ them. The ones who do not want us to live in peace...

...with our neighbours. They want us to keep fighting.

So that attention is diverted from the real enemy.

Again?

The problem is no one knows who the real enemy is.

The real enemy is hunger, poverty, helplessness.

For which we are the ones who are responsible.

The ones who trade in the merchandise of war.

We buy planes, ships worth millions to bomb each other.

Without a thought to how many schools we could build with the money.

How many hospitals?

Right. Anyway, our countries are large, and our borders are vast.

But in the areas under our command, we can stop...

...these enemies of humanity. - That's what I'm here to tell you.

By far better would be to start searching...

...the villages near the border.

Come on, hurry up.

Hurry UP-

Come on. - Move.

Everyone is here. The head-count tallies.

Jaan Mohammad, the village headman. And what is his job?

To take care of the village and the villagers.

No matter if they are rogues, idiots and traitors?

What are you saying, sir?!

Jaan Mohammad...

...one who grants shelter to the enemies of the country...

...is also a traitor.

And I've been given the authority to shoot such men.

Do you understand? - Yes, sir.

Oh, it's you.

Have cattle been straying into the Rann again to graze on salt?

The beasts always stray, in search of food.

Take care, lest the beasts stray across the border.

Then you would have to go looking for them.

Not even a beast is foolish enough to leave its country.

You are right. One can rely on beasts.

Not men.

Who are you? I haven't seen you before.

He's from this village. Haider. Lives near the village square.

Is he dumb? - No, sir.

Then why doesn't he speak?

Why are you answering my questions?!

He's a bit of a recluse. He doesn't talk too much.

Nor does he venture out.

He just sits around here.

And what's the broth you've been cooking?

Men like these are dangerous.

Keep an eye on him. - Sir.

Rowing stranded refugees across is a good act.

Sir, what are you saying?

Do I look like a boatman? Besides, I am afraid of water.

Sir! Are you striking the poor? We are innocent people!

Don't worry. I'll rinse my hands in holy water in due course.

Take him in for interrogation.

Move it! Move it!

Don't move. - Hands up! - Move ahead.

Line up along the wall.

From here... from here...

Let's go from here.

Come on.

Hey doesn't move stand straight.

Hands up. Come on.

Stand straight. Hands up.

C'mon move...

Salman. Rasheed. Abdul.

Rehman. Fahil. Firoz. Mazoor Ahmed.

'Aka Mohammad, Mushtaq. Aarif. Rafeeq'

Iqbal.

Count over, sir. Everything is all right.

Good. Now you may go ahead.

Right, sir.

Name? - Khuda Baksh!

Did you say Khuda Baksh? - Yes.

Maybe you don't know that I know who the real Khuda Baksh is.

Who are you? And where's the real Khuda Baksh?

I told you. I'm the real Khuda Baksh.

You're a Bangladeshi, aren't you?

Why are you putting up this act of being a Pakistani?

You stole in like a thief across the Rann.

You don't even have any papers.

You come here, you take up a house and you settle down.

Where did all this money come from? From India, right?

I know you must be in league with the Indian subversives.

Tell me the truth. Else I know every trick to make you speak. Understood.

Yes, it's true that we have come from Bangladesh.

Because it was impossible to live a life of dignity over there.

They look down upon us like traitors.

They think that in the war of 1971, we helped the Pakistani armies.

And you a Pakistani, call me an outsider just because...

...when the country was given to us, we traveled east?

That was Pakistan too!

As for India, we left it at the time of the partition.

And today I am without a country. Some call me a Bangladeshi.

Some call me a Pakistani, some even, Indian!

No one even considers us human beings!

I ask you, is it a sin to have become a refugee?

Can a refugee not dream of a better life for himself, for his son?

Was the refugee not born of Adam and Eve?

Does he not serve Allah?

Nice speech!

A few days in custody, and you'll forget all those lines.

Take him away! - Mr. Tausif.

Let him go!

Why?

Because he is the father of a good-looking girl...

...and because you happen to have an eye for her? - Tausif!

I am the same Tausif who once wanted to take in a helpless girl.

Then you stood in my way.

And what are you doing today?

So eager you are to marry his pretty daughter...

...that you shut your eyes to his treachery?

Hold your tongue, Tausif Ahmed!

Think again before you raise your hand against a comrade officer.

You are asking for court martial. That too, for the sake of a girl...

...who doesn't love you; nor will she marry you.

She has given her body and her soul to someone else already.

What nonsense is this?

If I be the one who is talking nonsense, then you may ask him.

He is lying!

You have done us a great honour. Naaz has chosen you.

Naaz, come with me.

Tell him it's a lie!

Say it! Why don't you speak?

Tell them. What they are saying is a lie.

Say it!

Speak! Why don't you speak?

Abba, you yourself told me that you'd get me married to Refugee.

What's all this going on? Why all this?

Naaz! You are telling a lie!

Lord be my witness, you chose Ashraf!

What's come over you now?

Mother, believe me! I'm not lying.

I swear by the holy Koran, I have only loved Refugee.

And he is the only one I will marry.

Naaz!

Naaz! Stop! - Naaz!

Naaz! Stop! Naazneen...

Naaz! Naaz! - Open up!

Open up, dear.

Open the door! Or I'll set the house on fire!

Open up! - Nazzo.

Nazzo, open the door.

No mother!

Nazzo.

What are you doing?!

Stop it! - Leave me!

Out of my way!

Stop it. Please.

Get out of my way! - What are you doing?

Come to your senses.

I want to see Naaz married. I don't want to see her dead.

Let her be.

Look at that tree. See, what's happened to it. Come...

This is the tree under which we swore our love.

Now it's fallen.

And when it fell, I felt it was a signal...

The man I love would never return. No spring would blossom in my life!

My love would go unrequited. But now I see you, and I believe.

From these very roots will surely come a blossom. It will, won't it?

Tell me! - Yes.

Whatever happened to you...

I've heard it all.

Uncle Altaf told me everything.

Take me away from here! I can't stay here for a moment.

I want to spend every moment with you!

Never leave my sight for a moment!

Take me to India with you!

What about your parents?

For them, I'm dead! For me, they're dead.

Don't you dare say that ever again!

You don't know what a nobody's child has to go through.

Will you be able to live the life of a refugee?

I have always wanted to share your joys and your sorrows.

Even the life of a refugee.

Very well!

Come!

Oh, woe betides! - What is it now?

Our Naaz has eloped with that Refugee.

Let her go to Hell!

For me, she has long been dead! - You're always in a rage.

Sometimes, you should think too before you speak.

After all Naaz is our only child.

What am I to do? To whom can I talk of this disgrace?

Refugee lives dangerously.

I don't want my daughter to be shot on the border like Salma's parents.

I cannot approach the police. - There's one man who might help us.

Mohammad Ashraf!

Stop! Else, you will be shot.

Someone must've informed them.

Let's run!

Stop Naaz. I cannot endanger your life.

Greetings, sir. - Where did you find them?

They were about to cross the border when we arrested them.

Bring them! - Yes, sir.

Up to your tricks again?

You know, you don't have the right to stand where you're standing.

Why not? Is this not a part of the world?

So that's the logic for smuggling the refugees across the border?

It is a crime to help those who have lost their way?

So you're doing a good deed, are you?

Maybe you've even helped assassins?

Even terrorists, yes?

I have never looked to find whether men were bad or good.

All I know is through the salt marshes Allah has carved a path.

So that people may come and go. - Meaning that you know no law?

You do not recognise borders?

You don't even recognise India and Pakistan!

India, Pakistan they might be. But I see no difference.

So you think there's no difference between Indians and Pakistanis?

There might be. But I can't understand it.

Tell me. My father and my uncle used to live together.

Brothers, they were.

Uncle came over here, and he becomes an alien.

Does living apart make anyone any lesser a brother?

You aren't as simple as you look.

You're used to risking your life for a few bucks.

But you should at least have thought of her.

Instead, you just walk away with her, knowing fully well that...

...death stalks you at every step in the Rann.

When in love, lives don't matter.

Two lives become one.

No! I beg of you! You can't do this!

We have to take him in, and we'll get him talking.

He'll tell us the names of his friends.

He'll tell us about his gang too.

He could never do anything wrong. He has no gang.

I'd rather you kept quiet.

You are selfishness and insensitivity personified.

You have no regard for the feelings of others.

You didn't even bother to think what your parents will go through.

Your mother will die, bit by little bit.

And your father will weep all his life for the disgrace of it.

If I be insensitive, then who else has the heart?

Has anyone, even mother and father ever cared for my feelings?

I have only loved someone. What perdition have I cast them into?

You know well that being in love unless you are married, is a sin.

I also know that a loveless marriage is a worse sin.

You!

Naaz, you shouldn't be so brazen. It's best for you.

I'm taking Naaz home. I promised her father.

He came to me asking for help.

Turn Refugee over to the army. They know how to make him talk.

Okay, sir.

Take him away. - Come on.

Nazneen! - Let him go. I say, let him go!

Nazneen. - Leave him! - Naaz, you will come with me!

I will! On one condition. He is not to be hurt.

You've battered him already. Promise me that...

...you will send him safe and sound on his way back to India.

Else I'll kill myself! And you know very well that I can kill myself!

Come on. Come on.

Take him away.

Stuck like a fool, aren't you?

Drag this fool out!

Slowly, slowly.

Oh, for the love of the dying Romeo!

Let him be! Let him be!

You're a pal! And look at what you've achieved!

I love you! You snatched Ashraf's girl. It was fun!

I hate you! Do you know why?

There's Indian blood in your veins.

You dare curse my Indian blood? You abuse my motherland?

You abuse the very earth!

Break his legs! Hit him.

Up!

Get up, you fool! Get up...

This is Pakistan! Pakistan! Understand?

Get up, you Indian infidel!

Hot-blooded, are you? Let me cool you down.

Get up!

Get up, you fool! Get up...

Hit him!

Show us that fire! Get up!

Cooled down, no?

Is this one of our courier camels? - Yes, sir.

This camel knows the route through the Rann.

Good, then it will carry home this playboy dead.

That traitor Santram will carry home an explosive message for India.

Pack him off!

Santram.

What have you found? What was he carrying?

I've found R&D explosives. - RDX?

Yes!

Prop him up!

Jaan Mohammad's son?

Senseless. How come he's carrying RDX?

Anyway, he's in a bad shape. Let's take him to the hospital.

We'll interrogate him later.

Mr. Tausif, for the love of the saints...

...please tell me where my Refugee is.

I've asked and asked, and I'm tired.

Tell me!

As of now, where he is, even I don't know.

But he's alive, isn't he? - By dint of your prayers...

...and by Allah's mercy, he has gotten away alive.

Else, Ashraf... he tried every trick!

Ashraf? - Yes!

First, Ashraf broke his arms and his legs.

Then he bundled him on a camel and he left the camel...

...somewhere on the route to India.

But why?!

March forward.

Left right left.

Left right left.

Left right left.

Left right left.

Sir, Naaz wants to meet you.

Left right left.

Let her come! - Sir...

Left right left.

You can see him. - Left right left.

Yes?

Where is he? - Who?

The one whose bones you heard...

...breaking for all the satisfaction it gave you.

Where is he?

Before I answer your question, you will answer mine.

What for did you show me those fantastic dreams about life?

Now that the dreams are shattered...

...the human being inside me is also shattered.

The Lord knows I never thought of it that way.

I'd smile when I talked to you only because I took you...

...to be a decent, an honest man. But you saw what you wanted to see.

You heard what you wished to hear. You took it for what you'd like.

Mr. Ashraf, by making allegations at me, you cannot escape yourself.

Now you will answer my question. Where's Refugee? Is he alive, or...

I have set him free. I sent him to India.

After breaking his bones?

You're like the boy who throws a tantrum about his toys.

If he sees someone else playing with his toys, he goes berserk.

With your own hands, you have broken his arms and his legs.

So that he may never return. Tausif told me everything.

Oh, you've made me miserable!

A man who takes to arms for lust and jealousy...

...is a murderer. A criminal!

Those who make the believer unhappy, Allah shall never forgive.

And you've brought sorrow into the life of someone you once loved.

Your conscience will never let you live in peace!

Tausif.

So I'm the one who broke Refugee's arms and legs?

Oh God! Help me! -

Tausif!

Tausif!

Tausif!

Allah!

How are you?

Tell me something.

Who did this to you?

Soldiers like you. On the other side.

Rangers.

If you keep playing with their laws, they'll surely break your legs.

What surprises me is why they let you go alive.

You even had RDX.

I had... what? - RDX.

Explosives. Merchandise for devastation.

Don't you act innocent.

When my men found you on the camel...

...you had enough RDX to blow up entire cities.

Say, yes or no?

Yes or no?

Give me an answer!

Please believe me, sir.

When I set out I had nothing with me, but my love.

By my love I swear, I am innocent.

Even if I were to believe you...

...yet it's true that you smuggle in terrorists, right?

I did. But I thought they were simple refugees.

By Lord, I never knew who they were or what their intentions were.

How would you know? You got paid for it.

Do you know what they did the day after?

They blew up trains.

They blew up buses. They blew up buildings!

Countless innocents lost their lives.

Young and old, man and woman! All your countrymen!

Citizens of our country. People born of Mother Earth!

Did you not hear their shrieks?

Did you not hear the spasms of children in the throes of death?

The lure of the lucre has deafened you...

...inured you to the call of humanity. - Enough, sir!

Enough!

I apologise to you with folded hands.

Enough... enough!

Apologise to the mothers whose children you've slain.

Apologise to those widows whose husbands you've taken away!

Apologise to those children you have orphaned.

I wish I could...

...I could shoot you! I'll shoot you.

You traitor!

Kill me, sir!

Kill me!

For legs that helped those criminals make the crossing...

...this is too mere a punishment.

Too mere.

Unwittingly, I've committed a grave crime.

Grave crime!

Kill me, sir. Kill me! Kill me!

Death is better than living in remorse.

Kill me sir, kill me!

Coward!

You are a coward!

Only cowards seek death. Not the brave!

If you want to atone, help us!

Find those terrorists!

Help us to wipe them out.

Shadab, do you know the way to Pakistan?

Yes. I'm related to the refugee.

The hoof-marks say that they've crossed the pillar.

Shadab must be leading them. Only he knows the route.

They must've gone to Pakistan.

But I don't know why...

...I have a feeling this isn't going to be a final confrontation.

I talked to the doctor. He says, your bones will set soon.

Yes Father. Sooner or later, the bones will set.

But what has shattered within me... those can never set.

I do not understand...

Why did you do this, Father? I was always your favourite, wasn't I?

What have I done, son? - What you've done?

Ask me what you haven't done. You always told me...

...that I'm one of your forefathers born again...

...that the stick I carry is the trident of the Prophet of the West...

...that I show the way to travellers lost in the Rann...

...that I am doing a good deed, that doing good is my nature.

In truth, I was bringing in death from across the border.

Terrorists, guns, ammunition, bombs.

For the deaths of countless innocents, young and old...

...I am the one who is responsible. Responsible for deaths!

I...

I, your dear son, your Refugee.

You've turned me into a merchant of death.

Let me tell you everything son, everything.

Don't tell me anything, Father. Say nothing at all.

Just tell me why you did this to me.

Just because I'm not a son born of you?

Don't talk like that, son.

The Lord is my witness.

And you know it well too, that I have loved you like a father...

I loved you even more than Shadab! - Then why all this?

Because...

I wanted to hide the ugly face of life from you.

In your innocence, I saw the face of the Lord.

The very life you wanted to protect me from...

...you pushed me into!

I know... I have wronged you.

If you can...

...for the sake of those few hours...

...we spent together as father and son...

...forgive me, son.

At least before I die, son...

...so that I may die in peace.

Forgive me, son.

Forgive me!

Stop!

This girl was trying to escape again.

She's hell-bent upon crossing the border.

Hell-bent upon getting into India? Or, hell-bent upon getting killed?

Hell-bent upon living my life.

He's my life. You know it.

You and I... and the distance that separates us. It's all a fantasy!

This damned border coming in our way! Can't we just erase it?

Is this a line in your books at school...

...that you can erase it with a rubber?

Tell me, what do you do when you're there on the other side?

I know you cannot come over.

But in the breeze that touches your body and then flows over...

I fill my lungs. That is my breath.

And I go to the river you drink from. It flows our way.

In the waters, I slake my parched lips.

And I think I've kissed you.

What did you say? Wait!

"The birds, the rivers, the breeze."

"No borders can stop them."

"Borders are for men."

"Just think."

"What you and I have found."

"As human beings."

"Had I been the river."

"Were you a waft of breeze."

"What would happen?"

"Had I been the river."

"Were you a waft of breeze..."

"What would happen?"

"When the waft touches the river."

"Waves and waves they make."

"Were the two of us to flow together...

...something like that would happen."

"They say..."

"Wherever the waves flow...

...stop them not."

"The birds, the rivers, the breeze."

"No borders can stop them."

"Borders are for men."

"Just think."

"What you and I have found."

"As human beings."

Greetings... - Greetings.

I want to apologise for my misgivings the other day.

Surely you know that Tausif told me lies.

Forget it. Tausif has paid for his deeds.

I've come to tell you that it's time for the fair at Haji Pir in India.

Would you like to visit the fair? You can come with me.

You can pray at the mausoleum. You could also make a wish.

The Lord has already given me all I could wish for.

Meaning?

I'm carrying the seed of your rival's love.

Would you still like to take me along?

Those who are in love are never adversaries.

I will go with you and I will pray with you.

Very good, very good!

Thank you very much for giving me the uniform...

...for teaching me how to use a gun...

...for teaching me the difference between good and evil.

If The Lord gives you the intellect to...

...differentiate between good and evil...

He will also give you the power to vanquish the evil.

You are right, sir. - I know what you are thinking.

Then, please let me cross over. Just to meet her. For once.

No way. Don't you even think of crossing over.

Why?

Because, your life is many times more precious now.

We can't take any risks.

Refugee has told us everything.

You are under arrest.

What's up, Makkad? Are you in a tearing hurry?

Leaving the village for good? - No sir, I...

To Calcutta, via Benares.

Then onwards to Bangladesh. To his friends.

You've smuggled in a lot of RDX, and lots of terrorists.

No sir... you are mistaken! - Refugee has told me everything.

Your game is over.

Sir! You are mistaken.

Refugee is like a son to me!

You betrayed Makkad.

Over on the other side, in your village...

...where your brother Jaan Mohammad lives.

Even today, the majority of the people...

...over there belong to our community.

Yes. Nine out of ten are Muslims.

Altaf Mohammad, what if Pakistan were to capture Astalkot?

I'd go mad with joy!

For this holy task, you will have to help us, Altaf Mohammad.

For my religion, I will make any sacrifice.

Very well!

It's time for the fair at Haji Pir in India.

We'll infiltrate India, under the pretext of going to the fair.

And we'll capture Astalkot.

God is Great!

Father.

Jaan Mohammad! What are you waiting for?

Come on! Embrace your brother!

From now on, we brothers will live together in this village!

What's all this? Arms?

The arms?

The arms are meant for our brothers!

The arms are meant for our brothers!

So that every Muslim may confront the Indian Army.

Throw away those arms! No one ouches them!

This is your chief talking!

Have you gone mad, Altaf?

Is your blood so poisoned?

You want to trample upon the very land...

...where your ancestors lie buried?

Altaf Mohammad, we have no time to hear your brother raving.

Do what you have to do, fast. - Don't be naive, Jaan.

The whole village is with us. What will you achieve alone?

You've the spunk to stand on this soil just because in this village...

...we're all Muslims!

But for you and your ilk this is the worst mistake.

At heart, every Muslim in this village is an Indian.

At heart, everyone loves his country the most!

For his country, one can give his life and one can kill too.

Even if it means killing our brethren from Pakistan.

So get out of here!

Get out of my village! Get out of my land, my country!

Get out!

If you hold that gun at your brother's bosom, then shoot!

But you will defile the graves of my forefathers over my dead body!

Altaf, I say shoot!

Relationships mean nothing when it comes to the country!

What are you thinking about? Just shoot!

My country will surely give me the two yards I need for a burial!

In my country, I shall be buried! Shoot!

Shoot!

Throw away those guns!

I've become a martyr for my country!

You must be angry on me seeing your father's death, right?

What are you saying, sir?

Now this house and everything in it belongs to me.

I am very happy for that.

Shall I tell you one thing, sir?

I have become rich after joining you.

Greetings, sir...

Leave him.

Now, this village is a part of our country.

The uprising of the masses has always...

...spelt the successes in history.

Do not be afraid!

It is now our duty to protect you.

No one leaves this village.

Anyone who tries to leaves this village...

...will be taken as a betrayer of the faith and the nation.

He will be shot at sight

Any doubts?

Hey! Who are you?

Stop!

Someone must've been trying to make a getaway...

...that's why he got shot.

Who might it be?

Shadab!

Shadab! Shadab!

Someone has shot him.

Take him to the hospital. Quick. - No sir! No sir!

So far is so good for me.

Terrorists from Pakistan have captured our village.

Some of the villagers have joined the clique.

My village... save it! My village... save it!

Take him to the hospital. I'll muster the force.

Shadab!

Shadab, where's Father? Shadab!

Gone to Heaven!

Altaf Mohammad shot him.

Altaf Mohammad!

Yes, he's with them.

Father's body is lying there.

And you...here? - I had to give you the news.

So much time death has granted me.

If you can, please forgive this foolish brother of yours.

I've always hurt you.

Tell mother...

...her Shadab wasn't as bad as she thought.

All I regret, is not having paid the debt of my mother's milk.

Shadab! Shadab!

Shadab! Shadab!

Shadab!

May your soul rest in peace.

Altaf Mohammad!

Down!

Give me the megaphone.

Gul Hamid!

The Border Security Force has surrounded you on all sides.

We know you are trying to grab Astalkot... to annex it.

But as long as I am alive, your wish will never come true.

In New York, Tel Aviv and Egypt, you may have succeeded.

But here, you will fail.

I am sending in Refugee and three others. Unarmed!

I hope you will allow him to bury his father.

You'll respect this custom.

Go in and assess the strength of the enemy.

Go fast!

Niraj, Ashok, Udayveer, come with me!

The chief of your village is leaving.

And in this passing, he seeks nothing.

Nothing but a handful of soil on his coffin.

If you can't give him this much, keep standing...

...and turn your village over to the terrorists

So that generations later, they might say...

...here once stood the village, that the villagers sold out.

And in the shame, the village was buried.

If you have any love for the soil of this village...

...where your ancestors lie buried, drop your arms.

And come with me.

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Altaf Mohammad, I can see this game turning upside down.

It seems as though there will be a war here.

And they're deserting us!

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Catch him all! Hold them hostage.

Long live Jaan Mohammad!

Take my mother and father to safety.

I'll give you covering fire.

Gul Hamid!

Kill these traitors!

Kill them. - Take her to safety.

C'mon. C'mon boys move.

The villagers have surrendered.

There are only five or six terrorists inside the village.

You can mount the attack.

Well done. Well done boy.

Charge.

Uncle Altaf.

-

Don't move!

Drop the gun.

Drop the gun.

Give me the keys. Give me the keys.

Don't you move!

Drop the gun. Drop it!

Else, I'll kill him!

Gul Hamid!

Nazzo. Bano was telling me that you're going somewhere.

Ashraf sir is taking me to the mausoleum of Haji Pir.

Greetings. - Greetings.

God bless you, son!

I had promised Naaz that I'd take her to the mausoleum...

...to pay her respects and to say her prayers.

I have decided to give myself up to Haji Pir.

I will accept whatever He gives me.

That's a noble thought.

When will you be back? - Maybe never.

Why?

If he decides in my favour, if I find Refugee...

...then I might not.

But why?

Mother, even if I do not return, do not forget me.

Silly girl!

For parents, a child is not a story...

...to be forgotten.

Father knows I'm leaving.

But he won't come to see me off.

He's angry with his daughter, isn't he?

Anyway, ask him to forgive his silly daughter.

"A bit of your bliss."

"And life is all joy."

"I do not even know who I am."

"Not for a moment my heart is empty."

"There's a prayer in my heart."

"There's a prayer in my heart."

"There's a prayer in my heart."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

"One who has not...

...You has nothing."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"The people of the world."

"Those who seek false wealth."

"Power and wealth, they have."

"Fame and name, they have."

"For all that they have."

"It is all a writing in the water."

"What have I to do with the false glory?"

"There's a prayer in my heart."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"One who has not You has nothing."

"You."

"You."

"You."

"One who has not You have nothing."

"One who has not You have nothing."

"One who has not You have nothing."

"One who has not You have nothing."

"One who has not You have nothing."

"One who has not You have nothing."

Tell the priest to prepare for the wedding.

Okay, sir.

"You are an ocean of love."

"Let me bathe in you."

"Let me drown in you."

"Look at me once."

"I will be pure in body and in soul."

"You are a sea of love."

"I wish to drown within you." - Listen...

I'm thirsty!

Yes, sir. - Get water.

"I wish to drown within you."

"Look at me. Do you recognise me?"

"I'm yours. Yours I am."

"I'm yours. Yours I am."

"I'm yours. Yours I am."

"I'm yours. Yours I am." - Call the priest!

"There's a prayer in my heart."

"There's a prayer in my heart."

"One who has not You have nothing."

Qazi sir, please wed them. - "One who has not You have nothing."

Do you accept?

I do.

I do.

"In every colour, Thou art."

"In every shade, Thou art."

"There you are, in the nights Here you are, in the days."

"In light, and in darkness You are everywhere."

"In the winter chill In the heat of summer."

"In all emotions of love and hate."

"In water you are."

"In fire."

"Here you are, in the music."

"In the song."

"In the tune."

"In rhythm."

"In mind."

"In thought."

"Every temple."

"Every mosque."

"Every path leads to you."

"No destination but you."

It is paining. - Nazzo. - It hurts!

But you were all right! What happened to you?

Stop asking questions! Do something!

What am I to do?

There's a hospital nearby. Let's take her there.

I can't go anywhere. The pain is killing!

Why don't you do something? - Why don't you do something?

What am I to do?

Come on!

Careful.

I presume she is expecting any moment.

May be she will deliver here only?! Did you understand? - Yes.

Then what are you staring? Do something. - What should I do?

You are BSF commandant. Don't you know the anything?

Even you are the BSF commandant. Why don't you do something?

I know only the first-aid. - Even I know the emergency first-aid.

But this case is the not the first-aid, this is the tenth-aid.

Will you blabber or do something?

What should I do?

You are MBBS. Do something.

I am bachelor. - Even I am a bachelor.

We have to do something. Doctor... - Nurse...

But who is she? - Whoever she is, she needs help.

Of course, we'll help. But is she from India, or Pakistan?

Is it not enough that she's mothering a baby?

All babies are alike.

Come on, hurry. - Hurry up, Sakina! Come on.

Hurry up.

Let's take a look, the poor thing...

Come on.

Give me that drape.

Cover her.

Come on, hurry up.

"Under the skies."

"Just as it begins to dawn."

"Look at the star that glitters at dawn."

Congratulations, it's a baby-boy.

Is the mother and kid alright?

"Look at the star that glitters at dawn."

"Look at the star that glitters at dawn."

"The son of Adam you have created."

"May he be cherished. May he be famous."

"The heavens have opened up."

"Dawns a new day."

"The heavens have opened up."

"Dawns a new day."

What's happening?

Are you too busy to check the date?

This is the night between 14th and 15th August.

And it's exactly 12 o'clock...

Past 12. Independence Day. We must be having fireworks too.

We've been celebrating our Independence all day.

For India, it has just begun. - Or are the two countries...

...celebrating the arrival of the native?

Tell me something, Mr. Raghubir Singh.

The baby... is he going to be a Pakistani, or an Indian?

100 percent Indian. His father is Refugee.

But Naaz is the mother. And she's a Pakistani.

Unfortunately, a child is known by his...

...father's name, not his mother's name.

Not necessary, I'm sorry.

Our Imam Hussein is known by his mother's lineage.

As in your case too. Lord Krishna is known as Yashoda's son.

But their fathers haven't been forgotten. Let's drop this argument.

But here, where this baby has been born is neither India, nor Pakistan.

No man's land.

You may also call it an international border.

Of which country will this baby become a citizen? India or Pakistan?

Neither or both.

Or maybe he will become a citizen of the world.

Yes, he's born of love.

He will make a place for himself.

A land with no boundaries.

Aland where comings and goings aren't restricted.

His country will be called the Kingdom of Mankind.

No passport! - No visa!