Children of War

'Man chanting Shloka'

Sanskrit chants

Sanskrit chants

Sanskrit chants

Panditji what are you doing??

Sanskrit chants

Sanskrit chants

This is my family.

I'm putting them to rest.

Peace be upon them.

Peace be upon them.

Peace be upon them.

In November,

the Indan Prime Minister

toured the world

to explain again the gravity

of the situation

In capital after capital,

she pleads the Bengali cause

In London she has asked

what can be done

to stop the refugee accidents

Well surely that the massacre

there stops the rape stops

The burning of villages stop.

Can it not be

fair to put to you

that you are

contributing in a way

to the exodus of

the refugees by

your support of

Pakistan Guerillas.

And mustn't you,

in effect...

face the question of

having to reduce your support

for the Guerilla army which is

operating in East Pakistan.

Well, that means we allow

a massacre to continue?

What happened first?

How many people

were killed according to

your correspondent

of British Newspapers?

Of American Newspapers?

Of French Newspapers?

Canadian Newspapers,

Arabian Newspapers.

The massacre began long before

there was a single Guerilla.

But if the contribution

to quietening

of the situation

as I say--

No, what does quietening mean?

Does it mean

that we allow,

we support the genocide?

And do you think

it can be stopped?

Do you think people are

going to sit aside

and watch their women

raped in front of them?

And say that, no, we are going

to quieten the situation.

That's not quietness.

That is the worst possible

type of war

It is the worst

possible type of violence.

But how then without

something done to control

the Guerilla activity

in return for

greater discipline

by the Pakistan Army

can we secure this first step?

When Hitler was on the rampage

why didn't you say

let's keep quiet

let's have peace with Germany

and let the Jews die or

let Belgium die, let France die!

Would you say that was quiet?

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

But why Joi Bangla?

Why not Joi Bengali ?

Speak up.

Bengali is our language,

Islam is our religion.

But Bangladesh

is our everything!

Joi Bangla!

Joi Bangla!

Joi Bangla!

And that is why,

I am first a Bangladeshi,...

then Bengali

and then a Muslim

- Joi Bangla!

- Joi Bangla!

This may be my final message.

From this day onwards...

Bangladesh is independent!

I call upon the people

of Bangladesh!

Wherever you might be

and with whatever you have

to resist the army of

occupation till the last.

Your struggle must go on

until the last soldier

of the Pakistani occupation

army is expelled

fro in the so of

Bangladesh

Final victory is ours

Joi Bangla!

From this day onwards

Bangladesh is independent!

I call upon

the people of Bangladesh...

How many times are you

going to listen to it?

Just a little while longer.

I am almost done.

Please play it or else

I won't be able to write.

You'll go mad!

See' the boy has already come

to take the article.

Bangladesh...

Wherever you might be...

and with whatever you have...

to resist the army of...

He won't come inside.

Say's he is in a hurry.

Your struggle must go on!

He's coming.

Last night' the president'

the Pakistani army..

The 'bindi'

really suits you'...

now you can listen to

whatever you like.

Here.

- Go quickly.

- Yes.

Were you expecting someone?

No.

Let me check.

Don't go.

Ok go!

These people forced me to...

It's so noisy in here.

Turn on the lights.

Now we can talk in peace.

Thank you.

What do you want?

Nothing!

But you seem to

want freedom'...

isn't it?

You can do

whatever you want'...

but you can't stop Bangladesh

from becoming a free nation.

Do whatever you want?

These are strong words...

do whatever you want

and yet you use

them so carelessly...

I have a big house in Lahore

where my parents'

my brothers' sisters'

my two aunts'

uncles and their children

by god's grace

its a big family

and all of us

live under one roof

but if one day my brother

comes to me and says

divide this house into two

then I will divide

him into so many pieces'

that he will forget

how to count.

See?

The mere mention of a divide

has brought

tears to your eyes.

- Scoundrel!

- Amir!

How had that

child wronged you?

How have we wronged you?

Not me

but yes

you have wronged Pakistan!

We haven't done

anything to anybody,

we have nothing to

do with your Pakistan!

'Your Pakistan'?

Then you will say 'your I slam'

'your Allah'.

There is only one Allah!

Islam is also one

and so is Pakistan!

That's why not yours,

not mine,

but ours.

You only explain to him...

You fool!

If only we had continued

this tte--tte...

you would've been

in a better position.

Remember, you are

the one to have ended it.

Hey!

You have a lot of love

for your Bangladesh isn't it?

Now watch,

while I disrobe your love.

Scoundrel!

Leave her alone you animal.

Abbu, please play a song.

Open your mouth!

Abbu, he's looking at me!

Kausar...

- Kausar!

- Yes?

Where are Abbu and Ammi?

They have gone to get food,

must be on their way back.

When did they go?

While you were sleeping.

Will they come soon?

Is there anything to eat?

Eat a guava.

They have worms in them.

So what?

Not all of them are spoilt,

should I find you one?

Yes.

- Can you see them?

- No.

Look properly.

I can't see them,

can't see anyone.

You come down, let me climb.

Come down, let me see.

Do you think they heard me?

Lets go and look for them.

What if they come

here while we are gone?

They told me to wait here.

It will be scary at night.

Why?

You're not a child.

Not like you are an old man.

Lets go find them!

No.

They will come back here.

Rafiq!

Rafiq!

Rafiq!

Rafiq!

Rafiq!

Your Radio!

What else did your teacher

tell you about demons?

That they are

made of fire...

And what does fire do?

It burns!

Has everything burnt to ashes?

Everything!

Torch.

Open it.

Take all these

women and wash them'

I don't like filth.

Yes Sir!

Get up.

Get up!

Make everyone stand!

Move!

Move!

Move!

Where is everyone!

Take them!

Move!

Move!

Stand here!

Move!

Move!

Clothes off, everybody.

Name?

Fatima.

Age?

What's your age?

Forty.

Come here.

Come here!

Forty.

Urdu...

Bloody Bengalis.

Forty.

That side.

Name?

Sarah.

Sarah.

Age?

That side.

Name?

Shahnaz.

Shahnaz.

Age?

That side.

Name?

- Fida.

- Fida.

Age?

That side.

- Name?

- Nikhat.

Take them away.

Move.

Stand behind her.

Go!

Move.

Move.

Mehrunisa,

Twenty Seven years old.

Thirteen.

Zeenat,

Eighteen years old.

Fourteen Sir.

Haseena Khatun,

Thirty Two years old.

- Fifteen.

- Wow!

Splendid Sir,

god has willed it.

Sanober,

Twenty Four years old.

Almost!

Sanober,

Twenty Four years old.

Fourteen.

Fida,

Twenty Nine years old.

Fifteen.

Fifteen?

Yes Sir!

These women

are not here for you...

they are here to

serve our nation!

- Saleha...

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