Children of War Page #2

- Hey!

The children that are born

from their wombs...

will be theirs

as well as ours.

God willing, they'll dissolve

the difference between

West and East Pakistan.

Yes Sir.

They will be

Pakistan's children.

Yes Sir.

So fifteen or sixteen?

Fif.. fif..

- Sixteen Sir.

- Tofail!

Yes Sir.

Fifteen?

Or Sixteen?

Sir, I think...

sixteen.

You think?

You think?

The difference between

fifteen and sixteen

is not a mere number.

It's the difference

of an entire generation.

Yes Sir.

- Doctor.

- Sir.

Make sure all these women...

can have children.

And if possible'

more than one.

And those who can't

have no reason to live.

Understand?

Yes Sir!

Then why the hell are

you still standing here?

Go.

Yes Sir!

Listen!

Come here.

- Ok go.

- Okay.

Marvelous!

Dirty.

Dirty.

Dirty.

Dirty.

Dirty.

Dirty.

Dirty.

Dirty.

Where are we?

Dirty.

Where?

Didi where am I?

In Hell.

They couldn't even

find Fida's body?

It's so dark in here.

Your friends are

here to see you.

I'll call them here.

Amir, It's good to see

you are recovering well.

Brother Amir,

we were just telling Mohsin

that he must move

out of this house.

We have already

discussed this matter,

why do you need to talk

about it in front of him...

Listen.

I am not like an Ostrich

which buries It's

head in the sand

and thinks

that the danger has passed.

Amir is very lucky

that he is still alive.

You, him or I

might not be able to

survive the next attack.

And you know

that they are going

to attack again.

So you mean,

we should run every

time we see danger?

We can run,

but what about

those who can't?

We are not social workers.

We are journalists!

Our job is not to

stop these brutal crimes,

but to write about them.

Only if we are alive'

will we be able to write.

No,

that's not the way.

If we write only

then will we be alive.

Otherwise our bodies

might live on,

but our conscience

will surely die!

Amir you have no idea what has

has been going on here

for the last three days.

You were unconscious...

- During this...

- I was unconscious,

but I am awake now.

I know

what we must do...

we must gather,

not just journalists,

we will include every one.

Munawar bhai, Selina,

Rashid Sahb,

Scientists,

Students, Teachers,

we must come together

and form a strategy,

and we will write,

we will report things.

I will be the first to write

and tell people

what I have gone through.

What?

Am I not making

any sense to you?

Amir, wasn't I telling you,

in the last three days...

I couldn't even

recognize Selina's body.

Munawar, Rashid Sahb,..

Mannan, Zahirul,...

Chakraborty...

all of them have been...

I thought

I was the only one.

Even Fida wasn't the only one.

I know what I have to do.

Where is the phone?

The school children sang songs

and the principal praise

the efforts of the

American government.

One moment.

Hello?

They are waging war.

Only you I know

can do something about it.

Amir, I understand.

But please realize, our powers

have been taken away.

I'm really

in no position to...

It will give me

a sense of pleasure

if you let me

see her body please.

Please do something.

I overheard

they've let some women live.

Please, help me find Fida.

I'll be indebted to you

for the rest of my life.

Are you listening?

Can we meet?

I can come to Dhaka

if you want.

Hey, get out!

Get of the bus.

Old man!

Get of.

I will kill you!

Silence!

Silence!

Look here'

this is 'pul-e-sirat'.

The bridge over hell.

H ell on this side

and heaven on the other.

Will you run?

Run!

Run now.

Run!

Rafiq!

Rafiq!

- What is it?

- Come quickly!

Coming.

Come now!

You want to see something?

There is more here.

- So much!

- What?

So much rice!

Kaki knew so many stories.

We've buried everyone...

Uncle Rasool, Batulan,

brother Kamrul,

brother Akbar,

- Moulvi Sahb, Master Sahb...

- Only Abbu and Ammi...

...and we have cremated Kaki.

Now we can go.

Where?

Anywhere'

we've buried everyone,

our job is done.

...but Kaki doesn't

have a grave.

Where should

we write her name?

Should we write

it on her house?

There, on that wall.

I'll write it.

Kausar!

Pakistani!

No there are women too.

You go and hide.

Let me check.

Who are you?

What are you doing here,

alone?

This is my village!

Then where are the

rest of the villagers?

There.

We are travellers,

we need a place to stay.

There is no place here.

- Listen...

- Let me handle this.

We are all very tired,

even the animals.

We all need rest.

Just one night?

Yes,

we will leave with

the first light.

What will we get?

What will you get!

What can you get from us?

Then you can't stay.

Alright.

Alright.

We have rice...

He has eaten, just a handful

of rice after two long days.

I am his sister,

It's just the two

of us in this village.

We were afraid, the

Pakistanis were approaching.

We are like you son.

Whatever we have,

is all yours.

Come on!

Set the stove,

we have two guests

with us tonight.

This is Mariyam.

I am Kausar and this is Rafiq.

Come.

- Who was that boy?

- My brother.

Sister, sing a song.

Bengali Folk Song

Okay.

Baba.

What is this dear?

There is a tradition

in our village,

when a child is born,

we eat 'ladoos'.

...but so much rice!

Kaki left it behind...

...she will not mind.

Come, come.

Why are you crying?

Well done Rafiq.

I think he likes the song.

Our government has failed

to denounce

the suppression of democracy.

Our government has failed to

take forceful measures

to protect its citizens.

While at the same time,

bending over backwards

to placate the West Pakistan

dominated government.

And to lessen

any deservedly negative

international public relations

impact against them.

Our government has evidence

what many will consider

moral bankruptcy.

But we have chosen,

not to intervene.

Even morally, on the grounds

that the Awami conflict,

in which unfortunately

the over-worked term genocide

is applicable,

is purely an internal matter

of the sovereign state.

Private Americans have

expressed disgust.

We, as professional civil

servants express our dissent

with current policy

and fervently hope that our true

and lasting interests here

can be defined and

our politics redirected.

You know, I would really love

for you to stay here.

I know.

Thank you.

But I can't.

I need to write

what I have seen and

it might put you into trouble if

I write sitting in your house.

Thank you for understanding.

You know I will not give up

that easily.

I'll cause a ruckus in

the corridors of power.

There is hope, Amir.

Take this.

Meet him.

He'll know what to do.

Good-bye Kha-mi-da bibi

Good-bye Ba-arsh-in

You know son,

these people will

always be here,

in their own village.

You will be able to

find them whenever you want.

They don't need you anymore.

But we do.

Mariyam has a lot

to learn from you

Yes.

And Razia also needs you

to help calm her baby.

Then a day will come,

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