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One day she caught me,

and said that if I were to marry her...

I would have to leave the war.

So then...

I left the war.

She...

She got sick...

and passed away. She is no more.

That's when I became a truck driver.

What's your story?

I don't even know your name.

What will be my story?

My father used to tell me

that when I was in the womb,

he used to have bad dreams.

When I was born,

he consulted with an elder

and named me?God Protects.'

I was married when I was 15...

to my father's side of the family.

After that...

After that my story ends.

All these years,

my husband never let me see my mother.

I don't know how she must be now.

Even now I can't see her.

I know they will reach her house soon.

Well, Allah Rakhi is a nice name.

Allah Rakhi?

Come on.

It's morning.

Zaibu? Get up sweetheart.

The sun will come up soon.

Come.

-My friend!

-Welcome, my brother.

-How are you, Zarak?

-How are you?

-I am fine. What about you?

-All good.

Peace be with you.

This is my friend I was talking about.

Welcome.

You won't have to worry

about anything now.

We will protect you here.

-Thank you.

-Come.

Alright then,

my guys brought your truck back safely.

How do I thank you, man?

You forget Kabul.

I'm the one who owes you.

You left the war,

but looks like it never left you.

Ma?

Ma!

Like this, and then this.

First throw this, then pick this up.

It's not really working.

Let's throw them all together.

This is not the way to play.

I'm showing you a new game.

Carry on.

So...

-Slept well?

-Too much, I think.

It's so peaceful here.

And so beautiful.

Indeed.

You wanna take a walk?

It's okay, she'll be fine.

Come on.

We're going for a walk nearby.

Don't go anywhere.

Alright?

Strange river, isn't it?

Half one color, half another.

The story of these rivers

is the story of two lovers.

There was a man named Kabul

and a woman named Sindhu.

Kabul lived on top of a mountain.

And on another mountain,

far away, lived Sindhu.

They belonged to two enemy tribes.

Really?

Kabul loved to play the flute.

His melodies had a mesmerizing quality.

When Sindhu used to

listen to his flute...

she would often a tune to it.

And when Kabul heard her sing,

he just fell in love with her.

And then, you know...

as the days passed,

their longing grew...

their passion smoldering

in the dark of the night.

Then what happened?

Then Kabul decided

he was going to end the enmity.

He sent his messenger

to propose to Sindhu.

Is that so?

But the man who was sent

with the message of friendship...

his body was sent back in pieces.

A flame of hatred was rekindled.

And blood spilled from both sides.

With sorrow,

Kabul began to play his flute.

His music was so sad,

so sad that Sindhu started crying.

She wept and wept

until she became a river of tears

and leaped off her mountain.

Flowing down the grassy slopes,

she became the green river, the Indus.

This river?

Yes.

When Kabul saw this,

he jumped from his mountain.

And in this valley stained with blood,

he himself

became a river of blood.

The Kabul.

After miles and miles of separation...

the lovers finally meet

at this junction.

our fearless leader, Ghorzang Khan.

He has always helped us

in our time of need.

He is that iron fist

who will save us from these troubles...

Sher Khan?

Yes?

Who called you back there?

That was an emergency.

Sher Khan, I am asking who was calling.

It was my elder brother.

Your elder brother?

We need someone fearless

to remove these people.

Someone who will win the war for us.

One lion is enough

to scare the jackals away.

And that fearless lion

is Ghorzang Khan!

Time has come to...

These corrupt people cannot solve

our problems.

We need someone who will win our war.

One lion is enough

to scare the jackals away.

And that fearless lion

is Ghorzang Khan!

This is not for kids.

What's that?

-This?

-No, that.

Nothing, just an old wound.

Why do these wounds leave scars?

Maybe if you avoid treatment,

then they leave scars.

Did you feel pain?

Yes, when my wound was fresh,

it was very painful.

Ma was also hurt.

Really?

How come you know?

I just know.

Don't worry.

Her wound will heal.

Look at mine. Touch it.

Go on, touch it.

See, no pain.

Time

heals everything.

So if I hit you here,

you won't feel any pain?

When did I say that?

-I got you.

-Such a naughty kid you are.

-?I got you.'

-Come, Zaibu.

Let's feed the chickens.

Promise you'll teach

me how to use this.

Only if your mother says?yes.'

Come on Ma, say?yes.'

Let's go.

Ma...

would you have really killed me?

What do you mean?

You held a gun to my head, remember?

I was only pretending.

How could I ever kill you?

I can't even stand seeing

one scratch on you.

You are my doll, my life.

You've been lying to me!

When did I lie to you?

You told me that I'd

find my Prince here.

Is there any Prince?

There's no one here.

I want to go home.

Yes?

Ma?

Allah Rakhi, is it you?

Are you okay?

Where's Zainab? Is she okay?

She is okay.

We are both fine.

It's been so many years

since I heard your voice.

And Zainab must be all grown up.

Listen.

His men were here searching for you.

They won't spare you.

Where are you?

Don't worry about us.

Ma, I need to see you.

We'll have to meet somewhere else.

Our house is not safe.

Take care, my child.

I've been thinking that...

I should see my mother.

You know, in Lahore,

anything can happen.

If your husband's men catch you,

then what?

Are you... not happy here?

No, I am,

but I can't keep on living like this.

Zaibu needs a home now.

But...

I mean, there's no problem here.

I am here with you.

Yes, but...

But what?

You have already helped us so much.

Here's a little something...

You think I helped you...

for this?

No...

I'll take you there.

I'll take you to see your mother.

Be careful.

If you get in trouble, call me.

Zarak, my friend. Thank you so much.

Thank you, brother.

What are they eating?

It is called a?gole gappa.'

A trip to Lahore is

incomplete without it.

One plate, please.

-There you go!

-Are you going to eat it, Zaibu?

It's very sour.

Now this is how you dip it.

And in one bite, you have to eat it.

-Open your mouth wide.

-Go, go!

Don't drop it. Look, you've spilled it!

-Was that tasty?

-Now it's your turn.

-No, I can't.

-Come on, quickly.

-No, you eat it.

-After you.

One, two, three.

How was it?

-What happened?

-Nothing.

Now it's your turn.

My turn? No problem.

One, two, three.

Again!

I'm out of practice.

-Want some more?

-No. You want some?

We'll go to meet mother now.

Please stay here.

Give me a cigarette.

When I was a kid,

my mother used to bring me here.

Come.

Ma?

Allah Rakhi?

My baby.

Very good.

-Allah Rakhi.

-Shehbaz Khan?

-What are you doing?

-Come with me.

-Come, come.

-We're coming.

-Don't make a sound.

-Where are you taking us?

Why don't you ask your daughter?

Who is her lover?

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