Children of War Page #3
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- 2014
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when you will return
amongst your people.
We will also come with you,
en route our village.
We will come together.
Come with us.
Good-bye Ro-ona aapa
You know that we are
going to Charghat, don't you?
The same place you had
promised your father to go to.
Said bye to everyone.
Alright.
Ok then,
may god be your guardian.
Kausar, why don't the two
of you also come with us?
Why do you want
to stay here alone?
Get up! Let's go.
Come on.
I will come along.
Rafiq! Come.
Please come.
In the darkness of our reality
we look for fragments of
our existence
In the darkness of our reality
we look for fragments
of our existence
With the touch of every breath
we hope for familiarity
We look for our reflections
and footprints in time
We look for our reflections
and our footprints in time
We are where we were
but our world
has drifted away
Our own shadows have left us
Our shadows have left us
to become one with the night
Would you extend a hand
and listen to the
woes of our hearts?
Soaked in tears
our faith is limp
In the darkness of our reality
we look for fragments
of our existence
The moon light
is drenched with
someone's sorrow yet again
The moon light
is drenched with
someone's sorrow yet again
has wandered from its course
A song that was
not yet complete
A song that was
not yet complete
has lost its tune
along the way
and shatters as it falls
Your memory is now
the only ray of hope
In the darkness of our reality
we look for fragments
of our existence
A part of my heart
still questions time
A part of my heart
still questions time
What disrespect did I show?
What was my sin?
The little story of our hearts
The little story of our hearts
still remains unfinished
Why was this sadness
forced upon our smiles?
Why does my heart
feel this piercing pain?
In the darkness of our reality
we look for fragments
of our existence
I 've said this
many times before,
I don't like filth!
And then...
what's wrong in
what I'm saying?
No.
Abstain from anger.
Anger is a sin.
Anger is the
work of the devil.
Would you like to kill me?
I don't appreciate threats.
And I'm not
one bit afraid of death.
But who can trust
you and your mood swings?
game over!
Just divulge this one secret,
getting annoyed
getting displeased,
getting irked
where have you learnt
all these traits?
Swear to the gods
I tolerate a lot
of your tantrums.
Isn't it?
All right,
as you wish
I'm but a slave
to your wishes.
No! Listen!
Now tell me,
what is it you like?
The waist?
Or would you like
to go through her heart?
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Happy?
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Open it!
They are ashamed of this,
not of what they
do in broad daylight.
You know Amir,
there are three breeds
of men who come here.
First, the kind that imposes
his manhood at gunpoint.
Second,
those pretentious 'god men'
who call themselves
Al Badr and Al Shams
and then,
that patriotic snitch
who with all his loyalty,
betrays the country!
The Pakistanis
call them Razakars.
- What's the news?
- The informer is here.
- If you say...
- Listen to me.
If you don't give
me good news...
I will kill you.
By creating them, the
Jamaat-e-Islami in Pakistan,
had made it certain
that while the Al Badir
the Al Shams will
make sure that
every morning is stained
with the colour of blood.
Kushtiya, Jinjira, Chittagong
It's the same
story everywhere.
Sure the Mukti Bahini
is fighting but,
and bullets
with just sticks and sickles?
We can fight with the pen.
They attacked me because
they were afraid of
the power of my words.
Like me, they targeted
journalists, teachers,
professors,
scientists, thinkers
and all those who
they felt threatened by.
Why?
Because they knew these were
the real guardians of freedom.
We will have to instil this
fear within their ranks again.
We should take
out a newspaper.
We will tell the whole
And what will the world do?
The same thing
that our friend,
Archer Blood's government did?
No one will listen, Amir.
The outside world
does not care
and will the people here,
read the newspaper
or save their lives?
The world is ignoring
us today because
we are not important to them,
but the day we kill
three or four of them
they will take note of us.
Our government
has been formed.
What?
Last night in Boidanathola,
the Awami League
formed the government.
- Really!
- Yes!
Just got this information,
- great news isn't it?
- Good news indeed.
Bongabondhu has been named the
first president of Bangladesh
and have called for
Boidanathola to be
named Mujibnagar.
Great!
Even Zia is with us now!
Now tell me Amir,
can you form a government
in such a short time
with your pen?
Mojid Sahb!
Mojid Sahb!
Mojid Sahb!
Why Mojid Sahb?
What conspiracy
are you plotting
Mojid Sahb!
I have told you so many times
to support true Islam,
support Pakistan.
Thirty years ago,
when I picked you up
from a dumpster
in Chittagong,
it didn't occur
to me that one day,
you will teach me
the values of Islam.
Mojid Sahb!
Your understanding
by the methods your Pakistani
friends have adopted.
Do you think you own Islam?
Or does Allah belong
only to Pakistan?
When night falls,
For us it was a journey away
in the darkest period
of our lives.
My eyes were witnessing this
exodus for the second time
in their seventy
years of existence.
Just a couple more hours
and we will reach Gopalpur.
From there,
it's just two more days
to Charghat.
India begins and
our journey ends.
Baba!
Baba!
Baba!
Pakistani!
Hide, hide here
behind the trees.
You fool!
Leave them here and hide.
Who is it?
It's been days
since I smoked.
Right.
Lets find a Bengali guy.
Look.
Oi!
Oi! Wait, wait, wait, wait...
Who is it?
Amazing!
Not a person in sight.
Where do you think
you're headed Mister?
Are you deaf?
Keep him quiet.
He doesn't say anything.
Speak up, devil's children.
Sir here, is a good man.
He will escort you home.
He will get us all killed!
Just look at his bones,
they are looking so weak.
Say! Milk and cream
is your wife's specialty...
I suggest you should
savor them every day.
Otherwise one day,
you might just disappear.
Disappear, my ass.
I bet they can still
run at a 100 miles per hour.
Are you wearing tin glasses?
100 miles per hour...
I don't think
they can even walk.
Then?
At best, they can crawl.
Really? Ok, let's bet.
For how much?
- 10 Rs.
- 10!
Oi,
I say you're a wealthy man.
Leave the wealth,
you also take it out.
Come on, take it out.
- Here.
- Give me.
Now that's what
I'm talking about.
Now see, they won't
run at a 100 miles per hour,
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