Elan (1947) - full transcript

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Whatever happens is God's will.

Allah is great.

Allah is great.

Wake up! Time for prayers.

We offer prayers in the mosque.

That's wrong! Stupid boy! Sit down.

These boys are terrible.

They don't study,
nor do they allow others to.

What a ruckus!



Abdul Razzaq, you read that.

Get up!

Very good!

Rascals!

These boys from the community...

they're absolutely worthless.

They're not worried about anything.

Take care of them
else they'll go astray.

If they don't improve,
illiteracy will prevail.

All they do is play.
They'll regret it one day.

Stop throwing mud, you idiots!

Come here, all of you.

- All of you are ungrateful.
- What did I do, sir?

What did you do?



Your fathers owe me something.

Someone sent 'laddoos'.
They wanted to eat my share, too.

All of you are useless.

Sir, mom says it's bad
to take interest.

Shut up! So it's bad
to take interest, really!

Why did she let your father
borrow money on interest?

You shouldn't be watching.
Go and study

That was bad. Children shouldn't
play such prank on their elders.

And you shouldn't have
watched them doing it.

- Learn your lessons.
- Yes.

Your late father wanted you
to study and become successful...

and you waste time
watching all that?

If you do that again,
I'll give you a thrashing.

Get that clear. Study now.

Mr Sajjad, repeat after me.
'I remember days of yore.'

'I remember days of yore.'

- 'The dewdrops on...'
- Read softly. He'll get away.

'Flowers bloom as dewdrops fall.'

'Flowers bloom as dewdrops fall.'

'Spending sleepless nights and...'

Goodness!

- Sajjad, where are you?
- Behind you

- Sajjad, where are you?
- Behind you.

- Where are you? Come and study.
- I won't!

When I find you,
I'll slap you so hard that...

Why are you crying?

- You slapped me!
- I didn't.

- What happened?
- Mom!

- The teacher hit me!
- No! Ma'am, believe me,

- I didn't do that.
- Sir...

you are insulting us
by calling him a liar.

Please believe me, ma'am.
I respect your husband a lot.

- I wouldn't hit his son.
- You should be patient.

You hit my boy
for no reason at all.

- Greetings.
- Greetings.

I think Sajjad is lying.

Javed is your sister's son
and he studies so hard.

I know that.

But my son won't work
as a clerk in some office.

God has bestowed us with wealth.
Why does he have to study?

And I don't want
people beating him.

What will his future be
if he doesn't study?

Children of rich parents
are always considered rich.

Sir, please don't come here
from tomorrow.

- Ma'am...
- I said, you won't come here!

- Sir, I've lost a job.
- No, you haven't.

- You will come here.
- Thank you, sir

Son! Listen son.

I've been calling out.
Didn't you hear?

What is it, dad?

What do I say?
Can't you see my face?

- Your face is stained with mud.
- I know that.

Are you going to stand here
and stare at my face...

or will you bring water?
Go and get water.

Go!

I've never seen such a dancer.

I've heard a singer
has been invited too.

There are always singers.

There was a birthday party
at Mirza's house.

There were singers and dancers there.

God knows what was in the pilau.
I'm feeling nauseous.

Please make a 'paan' for me.

- No formalities please.
- Don't worry.

I won't be formal at all.

The food was so delicious
we were left licking our fingers.

I must admit,
what a grand birthday celebration!

That's very kind of you.

Tell me who's wearing
the most expensive outfit.

- My mother's.
- He's talking about us.

Mine is the best.

That's all right but mine
are the most expensive.

- It's your birthday.
- It's not because of that.

I wear such clothes every day.
I'm not a beggar like you.

Don't call me a beggar.

- Why have you come here?
- Your mother invited me.

Go away from here.
I don't want to play with you.

Mom asked me to give it
to you as a birthday gift.

Gift!

What are you doing?

It's all right.

- How dare you? How dare
you hit him! - Sabira!

Javed, apologise to your aunt.

Sister, your son is so spoiled.
You pamper him too much.

Sabira, I apologise to you
on his behalf. He's ignorant.

He wouldn't have hit
his rich aunt's son otherwise.

Great! The pot calling the kettle black.

Your son hit my son
and you are taunting me!

God knows I didn't say it
with any bad intention.

- I know, you're jealous
of my wealth and comfort. - Sabira!

- Don't make it an issue.
- Why do you maintain ties with me?

Sabira, don't say that in public.

- I'm a human being.
- I'm no monster either...

to torture someone.

I was wrong to come here.

Did you invite me to humiliate me?
The children were fighting.

It wasn't anything for you
to get so furious over.

I'm your elder sister after all.
So what if I'm poor?

I swear I'll never step
into your house again.

Sister, where are you going?

I've sworn never
to come here again.

I know what happened...

but you're aware of my wife's nature.

- She humiliated me.
- I apologise on her behalf.

May God bless you.

We are poor.
We don't deserve to be here.

No sister. Don't go.

Please don't stop me.
Please let me go.

What style!

- Once sir approves...
- you'll be rewarded

What do I do, sir?
I'm at your service.

Don't say that, Dilnawaz.
Please don't say that.

Your simplicity breaks my heart.

That's all very fine...

but I'm here too.

I desire your attention, too.

Why did you humiliate sister?

It was mean of you to do so.

Forget that.
Look at the kids playing.

Good God!
They're enacting a 'mujra'!

So sweet!

Didn't I tell you not
to invite dancers home?

It has a bad influence
on the children.

These traditions will cause our downfall.

- I wonder what the repercussions
will be. - Don't worry.

Everything will be fine. This is how
children of wealthy parents play.

This isn't play.
They're digging their own graves.

Life seems beautiful in my embrace

I am a blossoming beauty

Life seems beautiful in my embrace

I am like a twinkling star

I'll steal your heart away

Even flowers appreciate my beauty

Everyone sings my praises

Life seems beautiful in my embrace

My cheeks are rosy

My gait, intoxicating

My lips are like dewy petals

I am love personified

Life seems beautiful in my embrace

The place where I live...

is surrounded by my lovers

When I adorn myself
and step out...

men drool at the sight of me

Life seems beautiful in my embrace

Gentlemen, an able student of ours...

Mr. Javed will now
present a speech.

Respected President and gentlemen...

I'd like to express my gratitude
to the president for my introduction.

Alas! My father died
when I was a child.

My mother, a poor widow...

strived hard to send me
to this school.

I'm thankful to God for giving me
such wonderful teachers.

Thanks to them, we students
can hold our heads up high.

It's not formality...

but I'd like to tell you
the reason for my visit.

- Am I right, Mr. Ashfaque?
- Yes.

Uncle, I've come here to tell you
about the plight of orphans.

They have no one.

They go without food for days.

They are malnourished.

If they aren't helped,
they'll die a horrible death.

No amount of monetary help
is enough for these children.

How can people speak ill of you?

They talk ill
of a kind person like you.

They make up stories about you.

I'm just an ordinary man.

The poet, Ghalib says...

'People mistake my
kindness for selfishness'.

'My good intentions are termed bad'.

I request you donate
some money for those orphans.

Sure. I'll bring it right away.

I'll have some tea brought.

Gafoor!

Yes, sir?

- Bring some tea.
- All right.

I've heard, he has a beautiful daughter.

She is really beautiful.

I haven't seen her yet.

Please be seated.

Please accept this donation
for the orphans.

- Thank you.
- May God bless you!

That was good.
But we raised only Rs. 500.

What about the rest?

We promised the orphanage
we'd raise Rs. 3000.

There's our answer.

- Greetings!
- Yes?

- I wanted to speak to you.
- All right.

Your father's thumb print
is required on the documents.

- I'll get that done.
- Very good.

- Greetings.
- God bless you, dear.

- Did you get a reply?
- Yes.

Please be seated.

Why do you take the trouble?
You should've sent for me.

You do me a huge favor
by writing letters and reading them.

'Dear mom...'

'received your letter'.

- 'I'll be there in a few days.
I have holidays' - And?

'Earlier, you used to ask
Mr. Ali to write letters'.

'I wonder who it is now'.

'Whoever it is, please convey
my regards to him'.

'Your son, Javed'.

Listen.

- May I learn to read and write?
- Why not?

Ali Rehmat learned to read and write
at the age of 40.

Please teach me to read and write
so I don't have to bother you.

Sure. I'll come to your house
to teach you.

This letter is from mom.
And this one?

Mr. Shaikh...

Throw it in the trash.
I know what dad must've written.

He must've written...

'Son, get your clothes washed
for 25 paise'...

'and ask them to give you credit'...

'as we're very poor'.

Poor.

Dear dad...

received your letter.

Things are so difficult here.

I'd like to tell you
what they are.

Let me explain.
I'm trying to produce gold.

If I succeed, or if
a rich girl agrees to marry me...

I'll be freed of you.

And so on and so forth.

Convey my regards to the slim
and trim stepmother.

Yours sincerely...

your dear son.

I wonder who writes
the letters for Mom.

It seems to be
an intelligent young woman.

It's possible it's a young woman...

but she could be writing them
with her old father's pen.

Mister, her style of
writing reflects youth.

You should start making preparations.

Love seems to have struck you.

We belong to Allah and
to Him shall we be returned.

Let's pray Javed has fallen in love.

God, help him.

And if he has
to be sent to heaven...

make sure there's
no pretty maiden there.

Mom, something happened today.
You have to hear it.

- What happened, son?
- I got some money.

No matter who comes before me,
I can stand up to them.

- What have you done?
- I've gained knowledge.

I can predict the future
not only of humans but monsters too.

Let me demonstrate it.

Khushkadam!

- Yes, sir?
- Come here.

You've worked for us for years.

Don't lie to me.
Show me your hand.

Not like that. Like this.

- A boy was born to you.
- God! What are you saying?

- I'm not even married yet.
- Wrong.

You're married and
have borne a son too.

Ma'am, please tell him something.

- What is he saying?
- I'm right.

How can you say that?

In your imagination...

one day, you imagined...

you were married...

and then you gave birth
to a bonny baby boy.

Isn't that true?

Yes, sir.

I did imagine it.

So, you imagined you got married...

and bore a son as well.

I agree this is a sin.

- May God forgive me.
- Remember one thing.

The more you imagine all this,
it will be as good...

as having that many children
and having married many times.

God, I imagine it so many times.

Son...

you can see the unforeseen.

It's a gift from God.

By God's grace
I'm going to be a mystic.

A happy mystic.

Son...

I'd lied to your father yesterday.

- Will I...
- I was just about to tell you.

You took the words
out of my mouth.

You shouldn't interfere in a mystic's work.

The lines on your palm are very fine.

I have to take your thumb print.

I'll do that right away.
Come with me.

Now it's fine.

I'll go and consult my master...

and tell you the details.

Don't worry.

Fortune is shining upon you.

What can I do to pacify you?

I'm so upset that
even if you get me the moon...

I still won't be pacified.

Someone might come here.

- So what?
- Now...

- What happened?
- I've pulled a muscle.

Oh! Do you want me
to massage it?

No matter what you do,
I won't relent.

Is that so?
Then I'll be upset too.

Go ahead and do so
and make sure you do.

I'll shout and gather a crowd here.

Do you think that scares me?

I'm asking for what's mine.

There's something you're hiding
in a small box.

Give it to me.
I'll keep it safe in the cupboard.

- You are so delicate.
- Sir!

- Sir!
- My goodness!

Someone is calling out to you.

- Give me the jewelry.
- I won't.

May God protect them.

- Greetings.
- You!

- Yes.
- Greetings.

Please be seated.

So, please ask him
to wait outside.

Take this.

All right.

So, the documents will cost Rs 5000...

- and you'll get only Rs 2500.
- Agreed.

- I hope it won't be a problem.
- No.

All right.

- Is this your mother's thumb print?
- Yes.

- No problem. You should sign it too.
- Sure.

You don't need to write
about your father. I'll write it.

May God protect us.

May God protect us all.

This boy has got a thumb print.

They don't know how difficult
it is to earn money.

But he's like that.

Here.

But there's one thing.

You have to pay it back
within 3 months.

- I'll pay it before that.
- All right.

Thank you very much.
I was in dire need of money.

An important task of the orphanage
has to be done.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Take your hat.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Orphanage?

I know why he needs the money.

It will be used for...

Come to me,
I'll fulfill all your desires

Come to me, my beloved

Come to me,
I'll fulfill all your desires

Both of us are young

You hold a drink in the hand

With eyes mesmerising...

spend time with me

Come to me, my beloved

I'll fulfill all your desires

I had no idea
this path was difficult

Love doesn't come easily

The pockets are empty now

All that is left is me
having to curse you

And I will do that, come to me

Come here, my beloved

You dwell in my heart, my lover

I'll fulfill all your desires

Come to me, my beloved

I'll fulfill all your desires

I swear...

you were amazing today.

You look different.

The blush on the cheeks.

Delicate earrings dangling from the ears.

The graceful dance.

Eyes reflect worry, tension on the face.

Generations of men fall for you.

Tell me, why did
you come here late?

Dear, it took me time
to collect money for your orphanage.

Don't say it like that.

There's no doubt we're orphans.

I agree but there are
men who come here...

and are only fit
to be fathers and grandfathers.

- Right, brother.
- Don't call me that!

I think you're as irresistible
as my favourite sweet.

Mister, I'm difficult to get.

- You won't be able to afford me.
- Don't worry about that.

I've come prepared.

Not just one or two, all of 3000.

- Is that true?
- Absolutely.

This is what took me time.

Why are you pinching her?

You should praise me
to the heavens.

Bravo, master!

Porter!

It's done.

All right. Tell me...

who's the most foolish person
in the world?

The most foolish?

The most foolish person...

Sheikh Chilli.

But let me tell you,
Mr. Sheikh is an intelligent man.

Intelligent people are also very foolish.

All right.
You told me that yesterday.

I've written it all down.

I'll show it to you.

Mom! My dear mom!

- You're here! How are you?
- I'm fine.

- Mom, what are you doing?
- This...

I'll tell you. Should I?

I've learned to read and write.

- These are my books. Look.
- Congratulations, mom.

Once you complete the basic education...

I'll enroll you in Aligarh College.

You won't need to.
I'm sure my teacher is better...

- than any professor in your college.
- Is that so?

Speak softly. She's inside.

So what? I'm here, too.

You've become very naughty.
I'll beat you.

Does education make you humorous?

- Javed has become like that.
- Mom...

if I have your permission,
may I pass by in a 'burka'?

My eyes will stay closed.

Aunt, tell him that
going by things happening now...

it's possible men will be in 'burkas'
and women will wield swords.

Amazing! What a scene it will be!

A woman wielding a sword.

A sword with a sword.

Stop this sword talk.

I'll punish you.
You've become very naughty.

Mom, it would've been nice
if the slap...

had come from someone else.

Naughty boy!

If you don't comply
with my request...

I'll buy a cannon
instead of a gun.

You'll buy a gun?

Is that what you've been taught?

I'll have to comb through a jungle
to find some herbs.

What?

Listen, this boy will bankrupt me.

- You make him understand.
- Mom...

if you side with him,
I'll be upset with you.

Worthless boy!

How can you speak
to your mother like that?

Is there going
to be a rebellion here?

Dad, the world has moved ahead...

but you stayed confined
within these four walls.

- What does he mean?
- Who knows?

Don't make me party
to your crime.

I have to answer to God.

- Not just that, dad.
- What else?

God will ask you
about your cupboard.

He'll order the angels...

- to bring your cupboard.
- So what?

It contains what He's given me.

He didn't give it to you.

You've cheated poor and helpless people.

He brings us to this earth...

and orders us to provide
for ourselves and for others, too.

Listen, he won't go back to college.

Didn't I tell you
it would spoil him?

Son, if you speak
to your father like that...

- he'll leave home.
- Not just home, but the world.

- May God protect us...
- From a moneylender!

Goodness!

My goodness!

Wake up!

Your teacher is here.

Ever since your son came,
you've stopped studying.

I don't like it.

Wake up and study else I'll...

Oh no!

Come back here

Come into my heart

Come back to me

You give meaning to life

Oh beautiful maiden...

come back here

Come into my heart

Come back to me

I am crazy about you

You are like the spring

You are my beloved

You are my love

I love your coyness...

and your style

Smile for me

Come into my heart

Come back here

Ever since I first saw you...

I've been crazy about you

You've stolen my heart away

Nothing else matters

Everything seems meaningless...

without you

Make my dreams come true

Come into my heart

Come to me

Thank you for informing me.

But I'm sad that...

without asking me,
you gave Sajjad Rs 6000.

- Sir...
- You know what he does.

Mr. Khan, this happened
because of your wife.

She put her thumb print
on the document.

When did I put my thumb print
on any document?

The paper...

My son has ruined my life.

My health is deteriorating.

My heart is weak.

That's what brought me here.

When I heard you were ailing...

I thought if you passed away...

I'd be as good as dead.

You fooled me into doing it?

Don't interfere in my work.

I used the money for good.

I'm providing for some orphans.

May God bless you.

May you have a peaceful death.

May you go to heaven.

Amen.

I'll pray for you.

Yes, sir.

Please pray...

that I die soon.

Sir, I forgot to ask you...

how you were feeling.

Greetings, Mr. Sheikh.

Greetings, sir.

Greetings.

Masood is smelting gold.
Do you think he'll succeed?

May he succeed!

I've thought of giving him a gun.

- What do you say?
- You must let him buy a gun.

- He will succeed.
- Really?

He'll smelt a lot of gold.

Your house will be full of gold.

May that come true.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Will you let me die in peace?

What are you getting
so furious over?

You've marred our reputation.

I want to ask you, Sabira.

What is wrong with you?

Is that what you're
supposed to do?

You put your thumb print
on documents...

so he can take out loans!

So he can go to brothels
and bring disgrace upon us!

People try to defame my son.

If God wills,
he'll improve after marriage.

I won't let any girl suffer
by getting her married...

- to a worthless person like him.
- Dad!

God, why don't you take me away?

The Quran was recited here once.

Now, there's nothing but ruin.

Mom, tell dad...

I don't like being insulted
in front of strangers.

He's infuriating me.

Ask him to keep quiet...

or I'll say things...

- that may prove fatal for him.
- Sajjad!

Aren't you ashamed to speak
like that about your father?

How dare you interfere
in our family matters?

- It'll be better if you leave.
- Aunt?

He's right. Who are you
to interfere in our personal matters?

You're right, aunt.

If it was personal,
I wouldn't have interfered.

But what's happening
is extremely wrong and shameful.

How can you cite your opinion
of what's right or wrong?

What makes you think
I can't do it?

- Quiet!
- When one can't answer...

You cheap person! Sonofagun!

- Rascal!
- Dad!

Sajjad!

God, please take me.

Let me die.

I can't live to see
Sajjad ruining himself.

I don't want to live.

Let me die.
I don't want to live.

Let me die.

- Uncle!
- Please, my dear!

Sir, please go there.

- Your father is dead.
- So what if he is?

He was suffering.

- Javed...
- After that?

After that?

- Write.
- What should I write?

I don't know.

- Is it private?
- Private?

'Javed, I want to ask you...'

'Javed, I want to ask you...'

Write.

I want to ask him about marriage.

It's so hot today.

- It's like a furnace.
- Wait...

God, it's at the tip
of my tongue...

but I can't express it in words.

- The pen doesn't seem to work.
- What?

- It's not working.
- It's not?

Should I write
that he should write back?

- Yes and also write...
- Oh no!

- I wonder why I'm perspiring so much.
- Perspiring?

- I am feeling uneasy.
- Uneasy?

- I'll write the letter tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

- I hope my wish is fulfilled.
- May it be.

He'll surely do well in the exams.

I have another wish, dear.

Who can be better than you?

May God fulfill
this wish of mine too.

Javed, congratulations.

- Congratulations.
- Congratulations, Javed.

Congratulations, Javed.

I heard of your success.

- And that you stood first...
- First in the university.

Goodbye.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

We've heard that...

you've finally passed the BSc exams.

Mr. Sheikh, we've come
to congratulate you on your success.

Stop teasing me and telling me
that I've passed.

I know, I've passed the BSc exams.

So... so...

so, why are you sad?

I spent 9 years at this college.

The hostel, the cook...

I'm sad about leaving
all this and going.

I came here hoping
I'd be here till I die.

But, it seems I'll die
in some hospital abroad.

Greetings.

Naaz! No, teacher. Greetings.

Ma'am, I won't study today.
I want an off.

Why?

There's no festival.

I won't give you off.

Ma'am, the son
of this student of yours...

has passed his exams
and is coming home.

I want to make some preparations.

I see!

So that's the reason.

I'll help you with that.

Tell me, what do you
want me to do?

I'll go upstairs and
change the pillow covers.

You bring some blankets
and sheets from the trunk.

- Go!
- Sure.

Mom!

Angels, what just happened?

Fairies were startled...

shivers went down maidens' spines.
Please forgive me.

Who knew, you are present
everywhere all the time.

Angels, apologize to her
on my behalf.

I'm the sort of a man
who believes in equality.

The mistake I made
might be made by another.

If you allow me, I'll stand here
with a blanket over me.

If someone comes and embraces me...

that will be my punishment.

So?

Why is someone standing shyly
in the garden of paradise?

Why is her forehead
dotted with perspiration?

I'd like to ask, why she's awake?

I swear...

her slender neck will tire
of moving left and right.

Ask her not to look around.

Why has she hidden her beautiful face?

Ask her to move her hands away.

And in the rush
she dropped her earring.

Tell her, it must
be stuck in the stole.

Yes, it's right.

There it is.

Right there. In the stole.

No.

It's there.

There it is, yes.

- Javed.
- Mom!

- I'm happy...
- Mom.

That you passed your exams.

In the mirror...

I saw the reflection
of a beautiful face

The whole of the universe
is crazy about it

That's the face I saw

The eyes are mesmerising

The conversations radiate love

The beauty that's reflected
in the flowers...

that's the face I saw...

In the mirror...

I saw the reflection
of a beautiful face

The stole flies in the breeze

The style is amazing

My heart calls out to you

May your beauty never fade
and may you prosper

You give meaning to my life

That's the face I saw...

In the mirror...

I saw the reflection
of a beautiful face

I thought of coming earlier...

but something kept me
from doing so.

I hope you are all right.

By God's grace I am.

I hear about you from Naaz.

It's good to have
the elders' blessings.

May my husband's soul rest in peace.

He used to say, children should
have the elders' blessings.

You are someone in whose shadow...

Javed will progress in life.

I hope dad gives his consent.

He doesn't need anyone
to help him succeed.

I request you...

to please be kind enough
to accept Javed and help him.

Lady...

it'll be kind of you to give me
some time to think it over.

Tell him I've come
from Mr. Khan's house.

I am Sajjad's mother.

- Khushkadam, tell him.
- Greetings.

Greetings.

Khushkadam, ask the maids
to wait for me inside.

I've come here for a special purpose.

If God wills,
it will be good for you too.

How to say it?

Many people expressed the desire...

to have Sajjad marry their daughters.

You'll understand.

Something precious can't be
reduced to dirt.

Children of rich parents
marry into rich families.

What a coincidence!

Your elder sister has also come
to meet me in this regard.

I don't have an elder sister.

I don't maintain ties
with lowly people.

I consider it below my dignity
to even mention their names.

May I say something?

- She's here right now.
- Oh yes.

It's possible she's come here
with a proposal.

But they don't even have
enough money to buy poison.

Asking for a rich girl's hand
in marriage is no joke.

You must know how Javed is.

He's a liar, a cheat and a rascal.

He's only had a basic education.

I heard, he's looking for a job
that pays only a meager salary.

My sister has come to you
with a marriage proposal...

and only a single motive.

That in her old age...

she gets the support
of a rich family.

God forbid, if something happens to you...

they stand to gain from it.
That must be her motive.

You share blood ties with her.

What can I say?

But you wouldn't want
your daughter to suffer.

What father would want that?

Congratulations to you and to me.

I know, you've consented to this alliance.

I'll go and meet Naaz.
I'll perform a ritual...

to ward off the evil eye.

Sister!

Sabira, I'm thankful to you.

You were right.

We are lowly people.

We're poor.

Dear, don't feel ashamed.

Donate this money to the poor.

'Do you agree to marry Sajjad,
son of Mr. Khan'...

'for a 'mehr' of Rs 20,000?'

'Do you agree?'

'Do you agree?'

- Dad!
- Dear,

Sajjad is your husband now.

You belong to him.

No matter what the circumstances...

you have to be with him.

Don't even complain
about him to me.

May you always be happy.

What a creation of God!

As delicate as a flower,
as beautiful as an angel

The bride is a real beauty

What a creation of God!

She is doe-eyed...

with long, black tresses

She's as delicate as a reed

What a creation of God!

She is so demure

She is so lovely

The lines on her forehead
are like fairies' wands

What a creation of God!

Tell me...

did you get married to me...

or to these lovely ladies?

Accept the greetings of your husband.

Actually, you are my servant.

But these ladies tell me otherwise.

I don't follow rules and traditions.

I am at your service and you...

Though we stay
in the same neighbourhood...

this is the first time I've seen you.

You're like the blue moon.

You're even better than that...

because seeing you
is more rare..

You bring joy to some and others...

Your life is made...

while mine is ruined

I beseech you...

The one dwelling in the skies,
I beseech you

Your life is made...

while mine is ruined

All the flowers...

in your garden are blooming

The one you wanted...

is yours now

What lies in store for me...

is sorrow and memories of you

Your life is made...

while mine is ruined

You must be happy...

that you have something
to live for

What I got in return
for my love...

was nothing but tears

Don't worry about me

This world is full of miracles

Of the two of us...

one is happy
while the other is sad

I beseech you...

The one dwelling in the skies,
I beseech you

Your life is made

Son, you're still awake?

Too much happiness leads to sorrow.

Everything comes with a price.

What happened was for the good.

I'll complete my education.

I'll get a scholarship from college.

I've decided, mom.

Mom, tell dad...

that I'll go abroad with Javed
to complete my education.

He's an infidel!
He doesn't follow any traditions.

He just shows off his education.

If you don't allow me to go,
I'll commit suicide.

Did you hear that?
He's threatening me.

- Do you believe in Judgement Day?
- Of course.

My religion speaks of it.

When God questions you about
why you took interest...

- what will you say?
- Quiet!

When you are asked
how many people you helped...

- and how many you cheated...
- Stop it!

You insolent brat!

Your cheating people is justified...

but if I go abroad
I'm labelled a sinner!

No way! I will go abroad.

- You'll have to give me Rs 20,000.
- 20,000?

- Yes. 20,000.
- 20,000. Dear wife...

hold me, hold me.

I'm having a heart attack.

Read some prayers.

Yes, mom. Do that...

and jingle some money near his ears.

He'll be absolutely fine.

Listen, tell this worthless boy that...

Mom, tell this worthless boy
to go abroad.

And I'll leave, bidding everyone goodbye.

I'll go away.

Ma'am, don't!

You shouldn't lift heavy things.

It may harm you.

What might happen?

You never know.

Something may happen.

What will happen?
I know what will.

- What do you say?
- Bet Rs 2000.

- What do you say?
- Rs 2000.

Well then, I bet Rs 4000.

- Rs. 8000.
- That won't do. - Why?

- Put up the cash.
- Don't you trust me?

This is gambling.

Done. Show me the cards.

- If you lose...
- I'll get the money.

Should I? Here you are.

Three aces.

You know why you lost?
She's unlucky for you.

Shut up, flunkey!
I'll rip your tongue out!

- Water, sir.
- Move!

What's wrong?
Why do you cry all the time?

What do you intend to do?
Bring misfortune?

Mom, I just couldn't help crying.

Great! You talk too much.

Do you speak like that
to your mother-in-law?

I've never seen an insolent
daughter-in-law like you.

I wasn't complaining.
I felt sad so...

Why don't you say...

you want to know why
your husband went to the fair?

Isn't that it? But sons
of rich parents do all that.

When one has wealth,
one should enjoy life...

not serve his wife.

That's not the reason
for my being upset.

Mom!

There! Your husband is here.

Why are you upset now?

Come with me. I need
to discuss something urgent with you.

See your wife first.
She may misunderstand.

She may think I'm encouraging you.

Come with me. I don't have time.
People are waiting for me.

Mom, I've decided to set up
a jewelry store with Nawab Rangeela.

It's a profitable business.
I need some capital.

- Will you sell stones now, son?
- Give me the property deed...

and other important documents.
I'll get a loan of 40,000 against them.

Son, will you be able
to identify the precious stones?

What are you saying?
Can't I identify precious stones?

You're too much.

Listen...

- I doubt your intentions.
- What?

Give the documents back to mom.

There's a knife there.

Slit my throat
and go over my dead body.

You're not the boss here.
You're just my wife.

What happened?

Mom, she always says
something or other against you.

Do you think I'll tolerate that?

I can give up
a thousand wives for you.

Wretched woman!
You want me to break ties with mom?

For God's sake!

Believe me, I didn't say that.

I'm sure you did say it.

I'm not deaf. I heard it myself.

God is witness.

I won't let you go. I won't.

Oh, my!

All I can say is...

I hope you didn't
hurt your hand.

You wretch! Cursed woman! Get out!

As you sow, so shall you reap.
She wanted to throw me out!

Ma'am!

Khushkadam...

please help me up
and give me support.

I might deliver any moment.

I'll be subject...

to more torture

There will be more adversities

People will harass me

They will torment me

I came into the world crying

Crying I will leave

But not one complaint...

will I ever utter

The flowers...

are in full bloom

I wonder what lies
in store for me

It feels like a storm of sadness

Where have I come from?

Where am I headed?

I am so unfortunate

I don't know if I'll be blessed

I came into the world crying

Crying I will leave

But not one complaint...

will I ever utter

May God protect us.
You'll empty my coffers.

But tell me something.
Have you brought that?

Good. This is important.

No formalities.

You can come to me
whenever you need me.

Consider this house your own.

Take this.

And this.

And more.

And this.

- Go on.
- Rs 10,000.

- 20,000.
- Enough.

- What are you doing? Pick up a card.
- Go ahead.

I bet 20,000.

- Make it 40,000.
- Enough. Show.

- All right, show.
- Sure.

Nine, ten, Joker. Same color.

Ma'am, it's a boy.

Sir, congratulations. It's a boy.

Thank you, God.

- Sir, it's a boy.
- Thanks be to God.

It's a boy!

It's a boy!

- It's a boy!
- How big is he?

Very big.

No. He's this big.

No, this big, no, he's so tiny.

He's so fair, like the moon.

Congratulations, son. It's a boy.

I want peace right now.
Ask everyone to stop celebrating.

Stop the music. Stop everything!

God has blessed you
with a beautiful son.

He's exactly like you.

He has sharp features.

I don't want him.

I don't want a son who's
brought me bad luck.

He's unlucky. Throw him out...

so that stray dogs
can eat him up.

- God!
- Don't say that! God is...

Where's the jewelry?
Give me the keys.

The jewelry is in the trunk.

Look at your son at least.

He is so beautiful.

You haven't done anything great.

Give me the keys.
And bury him alive, if possible.

Now look, save your tears
for your father's funeral.

You bring bad luck.

You should've spared me
today at least.

How much will you torture me?

Is that what you've been taught?

To complain about your husband?

What a woman!

I'm happy that you spoke
to me at least.

You at least looked at me,
even if with hatred.

Are you even worthy of my love?

You should be thankful...

that I even hate
a cursed woman like you.

I'm among those who
reject even beautiful maidens.

I don't care about them.

If you would only
tell me what I've done...

what I did wrong?

I would repent for it.

I would grovel at your feet
and apologise.

I would have kicked you
if you had.

Give me the keys.

What is this money for?

Dad sent Rs 5000 for the baby.

Tell your father to send this money
to some poor man's house.

When I was born
my grandfather gave me...

Rs 20,000 and 11 sets of clothes
on a golden tray. Hear that?

Your grandfather was blessed
with a lot of wealth.

His grandfather is a poor Muslim.

If that's so, why is he alive?
Ask him to kill himself.

Come here.

May Allah watch over you

Your mother dotes on you

Don't cry, my son

The broken toy...

will be fixed

Nothing is more precious
than you are

Not silver nor gold

There's only one thing that matters...

and it's difficult to get

Should I tell you what it is?

No matter how bad the world
or what the difficulties...

seek refuge in your own heart

It's the heart that gets you through

And it says...

once broken it doesn't mend

It is delicate

It is like a flower...

that gives us fragrance

May Allah watch over you

Your mother dotes on you

May Allah watch over you

Don't break this mirror

Don't open this wound

Once broken, it never mends

The sadness in one's heart...

will destroy the world

The heart symbolises love

It makes the world go round

Allah loves one and all

May Allah watch over you

Your mother dotes on you

May Allah watch over you

Greetings.

My son has come from abroad.
I'll meet you later.

- Greetings.
- Where is Masood?

He's there. In the next compartment.

- Has he got his degree?
- Yes, and something else too...

- along with his degree.
- Get porters for him.

Porter!

Porter! Daddy!

Stop joking! I'm looking for my son.

I'm your son.
Don't you recognise me?

I'm looking for my son, Masood.

Look carefully. I'm your son, Masood.

You look so different.

- Where's the degree?
- It's inside.

Is it heavy? Should I
call some porters for help?

- Porters, come with me.
- Porter!

Where is it? Come quickly!

- Hey porter! What are you doing?
- Who are you calling a porter?

- Be polite.
- Shut up!

- I won't put it up. Behave yourself.
- Shut up!

Quiet! Look at this lady.

- She is my wife.
- Times are bad!

- Listen to me, I say!
- Times have changed.

- She's my wife.
- Rubbish.

- She's my wife.
- Wife?

Masood, this is your wife?
Goodness gracious!

Good God! How could you?

Mom! Mom!

Javed!

My son! You're back!

- I can't believe it!
- Mom,

I'm back, and for good.

I prayed so hard.

And God has answered my prayers...

and has brought you back
safe and sound.

Mom, wipe your tears.

Why do you need to cry?

No crying anymore.

Lord, why did you have to send
this foreigner to my house?

Was there no other
house in this city?

Lord Almighty, rid us of all evil.

Lord Almighty, rid us of all evil.

- Greetings, dad.
- Greetings.

Are you going to parade
this foreigner all around town?

Dad, I've brought chocolate for you.

Chocolate? Goodness gracious!

They've taken away all our wealth,

Now they're attacking our culture too.

Now, will you teach her
how to behave here?

She'll learn gradually, dad.

I don't care how you speak
or what you do...

but since you're my daughter-in-law...

you'll have to be in 'purdah'.

No, dad. I don't like
wearing a 'burka'.

Goodness gracious!

Is she raving?

She says she can't do it.
I say, she must!

Masood! Cover her legs, will you?

Hurry up! Cover them.

Don't come here! She's naked.

- Good God! Why don't you
close your eyes? - Yes.

- Let's get out of here.
- Wait, dad.

- Note down these things.
- What?

A new bungalow, a new car...

two butlers, modern furniture...

and ultra modern things.
My wife and I will stay there.

God, I am feeling ill.

I think I'm going to die.

Sir, you've won the case for me.

I am so grateful to you.

I'm a poor man. Here's Rs 30.

I can't pay you more than this.

Uncle, keep the money.
You've given me my fees already.

What? I haven't
given you a single penny.

You've added it to my account
that is with God.

You help the poor.
May God shower his mercy on you.

- May you live a billion years.
- No.

Don't pray for that. After my
dear ones are dead and gone...

what will I do alone
in this world?

Goodbye, uncle.

Your Honor, man makes laws
and changes them too.

The law can be used
to one's advantage.

My client is poor and illiterate.

Taking advantage of his illiteracy...

the accused tried
to cheat him of the goods.

I request the court to mete out justice.

Mr. Javed, do you doubt
the court's decision?

I only believe in divine justice.

Greetings.

- Greetings, Mr. Lawyer.
- Hello, Mr. Rangeela.

- Please be seated.
- Thank you.

You must've gone through the papers.

I know, you're related to Sajjad.

He cheated me into
giving him the jewelry...

saying he'd buy it if his wife
liked it. It was a lie.

He sold the jewelry and
lost the money gambling.

The one who bought it
is ready to testify.

Let me tell you, Mr. Rangeela,
that I can't help you.

Ask another lawyer to fight your case.

I came here thinking that
you consider him your enemy.

He's harmed you in many ways.

I thought this would give you
a chance to get your revenge.

Mr. Rangeela, you're mistaken.

Sajjad didn't wrong me
in any way. He's my cousin.

May God guide him to the right path.

Whatever. I'll make sure
I have Sajjad sent to jail.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

This is so bad.

Sir, for how long
will you pay his bail?

So, Ms. Hafizun,
you have to get Rs 2000?

Yes, sir. I'd left it
with Mr, Sheikh for safekeeping.

He refuses now. God knows
what he has against poor widows.

Sir, it was our life savings.

No one knows what
we're going through.

You should've asked him
to give you a receipt.

We didn't know he'd do
something like that.

God will bless you...

if you help us
get our money back.

We'll die of starvation.

We don't have a single penny left.

Please don't worry.

I'll get your money back.

- Good evening, sister.
- No, no, no.

Say, 'Greetings sister-in-law.'

That's great. Greetings sister-in-law.

- How are you?
- Fine, by the grace of Allah.

It's Javed! Greetings.

Greetings, doctor. How are you?

- I'm fine. Please be seated.
- After you, sister-in-law.

Thank you.

- I've come to discuss something.
- Go ahead.

Someone has filed a case
against your father.

- Two widows.
- I know about that.

Dad refuses to give
the widows their money.

- You may mind my fighting their case.
- Not at all. Please fight the case.

If I were a lawyer,
I'd fight this case.

- May God give dad better sense.
- Praise be to God.

I thought you'd be upset with me.

But I'm impressed
by your thoughts. Great!

Did you think I lost
my mind after marriage?

I'm sorry, but I'm still sane.

- Great! Goodness Gracious!
- Goodness!

I have urgent work.

Ma'am has instructed me
not to allow anyone inside.

I'm not anyone.

I'm your master's father
and your mistress' father-in-law.

- You're ma'am's father-in-law?
- Not ma'am's, but sir's.

Why are you laughing?

You aren't wearing a coat or tie.
No way! You can't be his father.

Ass! If I'm not his father,
am I yours?

Such cheap shoes and old pyjamas.

How dare you say that
about my pyjamas!

You won't listen.
I'll have to force my way in.

Let me go, you rascal!

Masood, your father is here.
Time to leave.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- You're raising wild animals, son!
- Greetings.

Greetings.

What was our enemy doing here?

He's fighting a case against me.
I've come to tell you that.

I'm happy he's doing that.
You cheated those two widows.

You should know how
to talk to your father.

We aren't allowed to take interest
or harass helpless people.

I don't take interest.
I only take some profit.

This kind of profit
is a sin for a Muslim.

Listen, ma'am...

please reason with your husband.

Else I'll take away this bungalow...

this easy chair and everything here.

I don't want your money.
My husband can earn.

I don't sympathize with you.
Go away.

Go away?
She asked me to go away?

This place is strange.

But I say...

You're here as well? Goodness gracious!

Goodness gracious!

Hello, mom.

Javed, you're late.

Mom, I've paid Mr. Haji.

He'll start building our new house
in a few days.

Mom!

I have to pay Rs 20,000.

- We'll have to sell this house.
- What?

Mom, our new house will be...

one of a kind.

If we sell the house,
where will we live?

- On the streets?
- I don't like arguments.

Give me the property deed.
The house will be sold within 2 days.

Our new house will be ready
in a few months.

My darling son...

you've become so successful.

You've made us bankrupt.

I had no idea I'd see the day...

when we'd be on the streets.

- I won't let you sell the house.
- Mom!

I won't give you the deed.

I won't give it to you.

Mom! Look at this.

The blueprint of our new house.

Such a big house!

I don't believe this!

How could you slap me?

- For the last time,
give me the deed. - I won't!

- I won't give it to you.
- I'll set the house on fire!

- I won't give it!
- I'll kill you!

- I won't give it to you!
- I'll make sure you give it.

Do what you want!
I won't give you the deed.

- Move out of the way.
- For God's sake, fear Allah!

Move!

Son...

you should get married now.

I'll look for a girl for you.

No, mom. What has anyone
gained by getting married?

Repeat, 'I, Sheikh Azizullah,
son of Habibullah'...

'swear that I'll speak the truth.'

Sir, you can't force me
to do this.

I'll tell you everything without swearing.

- I'm an honest man.
- This is court protocol.

Goodness gracious! May God protect us!

Think that I have sworn.

I, Azizullah, son of Habibullah...

will tell the truth when needed.

So, Mr Azizullah...

answer my questions.

I don't want to talk
to this man.

He's from my neighbourhood
and he's fighting a case against me.

That's not fair.

And he's my son's friend.

Sir, ask this man to leave
or I'm leaving.

Order, order!

You'll have to answer his questions.

Do you know these two widows?

I don't know them,
neither do I know you.

So, on the 10th of Shabaan...

Why would these 2 widows
come to my house...

on the 10th of Shabaan?

I'm not a beggar.
And, and I was ill that day.

- What was the ailment?
- Ailment?

Are you a doctor
to ask me about my ailment?

I'd strained a muscle.

- Didn't they give you Rs 5000?
- Yes, they did. No!

Your Honor, you should've
made him swear as well.

He's a liar! He said it was
Rs 5000 when it was only Rs 2000.

- They gave you Rs 2000, right?
- Yes, they did.

So what?

- Your Honor, he has admitted...
- But...

that he was given Rs 2000
by the widows.

No more questions.

Sir, he deceived me.
This isn't fair.

He lied to get the truth out.
That's not fair.

Order, order!

You have two days to return
the Rs 2000 to these widows.

That's the court's order.

Your Honor, listen to me...

Greetings.

Greetings.

Greetings.

Goodness gracious! How rude!
All of you are busy eating.

No one is greeting me in return.
Have you gone deaf?

I greeted all of you.

Goodness gracious!

Listen, I am furious right now.

I'm really angry. Understand?

Masood, tell your father
I don't want to talk to him.

But, you've been upset long enough.
Let's go home.

Tell him, I won't go there.

- You trouble your wife a lot.
- Keep quiet!

You stepped into the house
and created a rift between us.

Masood, ask this woman to keep quiet.

Ma'am...

he hasn't come home.

- Why is he like that?
- No, Khushkadam.

He is a good man.

He hasn't ever
spoken to you nicely.

He's been away for 15 days.

It must be so difficult.

What is life...

without difficulties?

What use are the eyes...

if they don't well up?

Ma'am, he's here.

Naaz...

let me speak to you
for the last time.

About a broken heart.

About how unfortunate I am.

I'm going away.

Please don't say that.

- Please don't.
- I know...

that your heart is very delicate.

- What is it?
- It's okay.

After all the heart
is a delicate thing.

My heart is filled with sorrow.

If anyone hears about it...

even a stone-hearted person will melt.

You'll get tired standing.

Sit down.

- I'll massage your feet.
- No.

I feel like kissing your feet
for the last time.

You're such a good wife...

that even angels praise you.

God!

Why are you saying that?

How do I tell you I have
to pay Mr. Rangeela, Rs 20,000?

If I don't pay it back today...

I'll be sent to jail.

I'm the last of my family.

Our reputation will be tarnished.

It's better that I kill myself.

I'll ask dad for money
if you allow me to.

It's not right
to trouble him every time.

I was trying to avoid this.

I know, you're so kind-hearted...

that you'd ask your father to help.

But the problem is,
I can't even stop you...

because if I don't pay
back the money today...

I'll kill myself and then,
what will happen to you...

and our child?

I hope I don't go to jail.

Son, I hope your mother
doesn't become a widow.

Please don't say that!

Don't feel bad for a criminal.

It doesn't matter
if I'm alive or not.

I'll go to dad right away
and ask him for the money.

Naaz...

if you don't get the money,
don't come back here.

If you don't get it,
I'll have to commit suicide.

And you won't be able
to see that.

I don't have any money. Understand?

I've willed the money
I had, to my grandson.

Because I know, you and your son...

will have to starve
because of your husband.

- I've saved it for that day.
- Dad...

if he dies, why should we live?

Naaz, he won't change.

If you help him today,
he'll do it again tomorrow.

Just a few days ago...

I paid a bail
of Rs 5000 for him.

Dad, he has improved now.

He sounded sad.

Women are foolish to believe
a man's smooth talk.

And he fooled me as well.

He said he came to collect
money for the orphanage.

He pretended to be
so kind and god-fearing.

What pretense! What craftiness!

Dad!

You are unfortunate, Naaz.

I got you married to him.

You couldn't have fought destiny.

Objecting to God's will...

isn't something we should do.

Alas! You didn't tell me.

But I found out anyway.

He tortured you.
He made you cry.

He even raised his hand on you.

You don't remember...

but you told me...

that I shouldn't complain
about my husband.

Besides, the truth is...

whatever he is,
he's still my husband.

He'll drink poison, he'll kill himself!

Please save him one last time!
Please help him!

- If God wills that he
should die, let him! - Dad!

Will you able to see me
in widow's garb?

For me, your husband
is as good as dead.

You're a widow and he's dead.

Dad! I came
to ask you for money.

- Please don't curse him!
- Only curses for him from this house!

I only hear one voice...

- and it says, it's better
you're a widow. - Dad!

I can bear that,
but I can't see you suffer.

I pray that he dies.
God, please let him die.

Dad! Dad!

God!

It seems that your dad
refused to give the money.

Sell me off and
pay off the debt.

Answer me!

- What reason did he give
for refusing? - Reason?

God knows I tried really hard.

But dad told me he
has willed everything to our son.

- And that he has no money left.
- Nothing?

No money?
He willed it all to our son!

That means, I'll have to go to jail.

Tell me. Answer me.

I don't accept this!

He's cheated me! How can
he will everything to our son?

How dare he!

Mom.

Mom.

This cursed boy has brought me
bad luck ever since he was born...

and he's standing before me
like a barrier.

He's responsible for this.

From the time he was born,
I've been losing money.

I won't let him live.
I'll kill him.

- Right now.
- No!

- Leave me.
- No!

- I'll kill him!
- No!

- My son! Please help!
- Let me go.

My child! Please save him!

- Please help!
- Move!

I won't spare you, you cursed...

Help! Someone help!

He's dead?

He's dead!

My son is dead!

Sajjad is dead!

Run! Run!

Run! Run!

Sajjad's corpse is lying in that room.

There's blood all over.

Go! Make sure
the killer doesn't escape.

Ma'am, you'll have to come
to the police station with us.

You have murdered your husband.

Javed, I don't believe...

Naaz killed her husband.

Please save her.

I don't believe it either.

It might be true.

But I can't do anything now.

I wonder what God wills...

- but I'll try my best.
- Javed...

I hope you don't nurse
any hatred against us.

I was swayed.
I became blind to facts.

Please don't think that.

I have no grudge against you
or anyone else. God knows that.

Come on. You have permission
to see your son.

But you can't speak to him.

Mom!

Mom!

What do I have to live for?

There is sorrow all around

Nothing can hurt anymore

Everything is over

Silence should engulf...

the world

I don't know if I'll live...

to see another dawn

The day you dreaded...

has finally arrived

It is the day...

that has become a lifetime

There's nothing but sorrow

This is the beginning of Life

This is the end of Life

Everything is an illusion

It all comes to an end

Life is nothing

Life is nothing...

but a drama...

and then the curtain falls

There's nothing but sorrow

Life is full of sorrow

There is sorrow all around

Nothing can hurt anymore...

now that my life is ruined

Mom!

Do you want to say something?

God is witness...

that I didn't kill my husband.

If you didn't
kill your husband, who did?

I can only tell you...

that I didn't kill my husband.

Can you tell me,
at the time of the murder...

who was present in that part
of the house besides you?

It's important for the jury
to know that.

He was there, I was there...

and our son was there.

I can't tell you
who else was there.

In my opinion,
an important testimony is still pending.

Sajjad's mother has lost
her senses due to the trauma.

She's lost her mental balance
because of her son's death.

In these circumstances,
I order the deceased's son...

to be produced as a witness.

You look dejected.

It seems, you won't
be able to save Naaz.

I can't say anything
until after the child's testimony.

- He might save his mother.
- How will he do that?

Have faith in God.

- Greetings.
- Greetings.

- Son, what's your name?
- Riyaz.

- Will you tell us
what we ask you to? - Yes.

- Will you tell the truth?
- Yes.

Mom says, it's a sin to tell lies.

Mr. Javed, you may ask
the child some questions.

Your Honor, this child is too young.

I'm sure he won't be able
to say anything clearly.

We'll know that only
when he starts telling us.

How can we assume
he won't be able to tell us?

Children aren't sensible.

Sometimes, they're
more sensible than adults.

Kid, listen. You're very sweet.

You're a good boy.
Do you know me?

- Do you know who I am?
- Uncle.

That's right.

Can you tell me how you
got those marks on your neck?

- I want to go to mom.
- Who hit you?

I want to go to mom.

I want to go to mom.

I want to go to mom.

- I want to go to mom.
- Tell me.

Who hit your father
with this iron rod?

You can't go to your mom
till you tell me.

I won't allow you
to be with her.

I'll strangle you to death.

Mom!

Don't hit him!
Or, I'll kill you!

Mom.

If you touch him, I'll kill you!

I killed Sajjad.
I'll kill you too.

As long as I'm around,
no one can harm him!

No one can kill him.

I'll kill anyone
who lays a finger on him.

He wanted to kill him,
I killed him!

Grandma!

Grandma, what happened?

Mrs. Khan Bahadur killed Sajjad.

She should've been tried
in this case.

But she died while
confessing to the crime.

The court acquits Naaz.

Please accept my congratulations...

on finding a new lease on life.

If in grief one finds
a new lease on life...

I must thank you.

I'll try to live
with this sorrow.

No one in the world is happy.

Everyone is sad.

Every heart is broken.

Life is nothing...

but full of past memories.

What was destined, has happened.

But you don't have to spend
your life thinking of the past.

You are so young.

I'd suggest that you
get married again.

I like Javed a lot.

Dad...

I'll do something else in life.

Please come.

Dr. Masood's wife
is in a burka.

Welcome.

- So, it's you?
- Yes.

- Who invited you?
- I don't need an invitation.

I invited myself.

The people of the neighbourhood
don't want you here.

But I want to see them.

I've stopped taking profit.

Why are they upset now?

I asked forgiveness from God,
and He forgave me.

Then why are you being rude?

I'm not a traitor
that you should shun me.

You shouldn't boycott me.

Again I am asking you all
for forgiveness with God as witness.

I won't take any profit
from anyone.

Not from anyone!

Today's function is to celebrate
the opening of a school.

Ms. Sajjad has donated her house
to convert it into a school.

- We are thankful to her.
- May God protect us.

Let me pass.

May God protect us.

You carry on.

Greetings.

She's taken on another responsibility.

She'll teach the kids herself

She'll be the principal
of the school.

I'll request that Ms. Sajjad
say a few words.

Folks, I'd like to address the women.

A mother's embrace is
the first school for a child.

If a child isn't given
the right upbringing...

he causes problems
for himself and others.

It's every mother's duty...

to inculcate the thirst
of learning in her child.

An illiterate person
is a burden to the world.

Our children, our illiterate children...

roam around on the streets...

and wander aimlessly.

If our children aren't set on
the right path, we'll never progress.

We'll be wiped out.

I don't need
to say anything else.

I'll sing an anthem.

Please join me.

We are indebted to humanity

The Quran is recited
in every nation

If we remain illiterate, the fear is...

that we'll be ruined some day

Unemployment and illiteracy

Education should be our religion

This is our declaration

We are indebted to humanity

The Quran is recited in every nation