Haider

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Mother! Oh mother!!

Hang on... Commander...

Mother!

It's a case of severe appendicitis.

We need to operate immediately.

He is the face of our movement.

We cannot risk going to the hospital.

We will have to

take the risk, Zahoor.

Or tomorrow the press will report...

that Commander Ikhlaq Latif died...

of a terrifying explosion

of his appendix.

I'll arrange an ambulance and

will meet you by the lake in an hour.

Where will you operate?

At home.

- "What is a home?"

"It is brothers and sisters..."

- And sisters.

"And fathers and mothers."

- And mothers.

"It is unselfish acts and kindly sharing."

- Sharing.

"And showing your loved ones

you're always carlng..."

- Caring.

"What is a house?"

Doctor, how are you?

- I am fine.

- You got delayed today...

- Another surgery.

Let the doctor go...

Lower the heat a bit...

And the flames within you...

They can burn this house down!

You'll have the

village burnt to ashes.

Doctor...

- Yes.

Do you know what you're doing?

Exactly what a doctor

should be doing.

Which side are you on?

I am for life.

- Move.

Salam Alaikum! This is Gul Khan.

It's a cordon and search operation.

Every man and boy is ordered to assemble

in the school grounds immediately.

Women and children may stay home.

It's a cordon and search operation.

Every man and boy is ordered to assemble

in the school grounds immediately.

Hilaal!

There's a crackdown in our village.

Every man and boy is ordered to assemble

in the school grounds immediately.

- This crackdown may go on all day...

This before meals, this afterwards.

If the pain gets worse, inject this.

Be careful...

If they suspect something...

no one will survive.

Neither you...

nor I...

And Haider?

God is his guardian.

He will take care of him...

- Save me... Oh, Lord!

- I don't know!!

- Ikhlaq Latif...

Surrender yourself...

- Indian law will give you a fair trial.

Lay down your weapons

and come out.

- You don't have a chance.

Surrender or die.

Sir... Ikhlaq Latif is alive...

We have killed the

other two millitants.

Shall we send in reinforcements?

No bloody militant

dead or alive...

is worth my soldier's life...

In the name of Allah

most merciful...

- Load...

Ready...

Fire!

Everybody line up outside

with your IDs and bags.

Where are you going?

Srinagar.

You are coming from?

- Aligarh.

What do you do there?

I'm a student.

College ID?

Subject of research?

Revolutionary poets of British India.

Which town do you belong to?

Islamabad.

- The captain is out at the check post...

Any message for him?

Salam Alaikum!

Come.

- Sir, I want to interview you...

Go ahead... interview me now...

Ah, thanks!

So...

I'll thrash you!

Your love for Kashmir...

is expressed as Islamabad?

What?

Sir, Islamabad is another name

for Anantnag.

I know.

But for us...

there's just one Islamabad.

In Pakistan...

Nice poems

Rather difficult though.

Be careful with such beautiful inspiration.

Okay?

Take this.

Haider, that burrito

wouldn't budge.

I told him that you are a poet,

not a militant.

And we are engaged to be married.

He wanted proof.

I told him to read your diary.

You wrote your poems for me...

since childhood.

Where are we going?

To see your mother.

Where is she?

At your uncle's.

Stop the car.

I have to go home.

Haider...

There isn't much of a home

left in what remains...

Father, wait...

I'm running late...

- Won't take long...

Let the petals fill with colour...

Let the breeze ruffle the spring...

Let the breeze ruffle the spring.

The next verse?

Let the breeze ruffle the spring...

Come along, my love...

Awake the garden to life.

There... the vase has fallen...

That's my bat.

Hold this.

Dad's shoes...

Haider...

- Yes.

Don't fight it...

What?

You can on]...

Where's the shoe brush?

Haider...

You can on]...

Please.

What is Arshee's car doing here?

Slop!

Now that is quite an interview!

Brother...

Of course, you couldn't

drop me at the airport

You don't get it...

Don't say a word!

- Brother...

Listen...

If I ever see you around her...

you will disappear...

just like your father.

You get me? Like your...

Arshee, move aside.

Leave us! Please.

- Come with me.

- Let go of my hand.

Come with me.

- You never heard my caution.

You let her do as she pleases.

And look now.

She won't leave the house.

I will not stop working.

- What did you say?

Look at me.

What did you say?

Alright, calm down.

You have to stop seeing Haider.

Lucky is right about it.

His life won't be the same

after the doctor's arrest.

The families of militants

can neither get passports...

nor government jobs.

You know how it is.

Yes. Very well...

See what I mean?

She is a stubborn one...

Swear by the Koran.

Place your hand on it.

Arshee...

Arshee...

Open the door.

Arshee...

There's another flight

to Bangalore at two.

I don't want to go.

Don't be a fool.

"Don't want to go..."

You don't turn down such a big job.

Don't take it lightly.

She has the mind of a child...

- I'll speak to her.

Here... I swear by the Koran...

Thank you.

Good to see you...

Why are you laughing?

Sorry!

You are so out of tune.

I have been

begging you to teach me

Since college...

Teach me.

Be my master.

And you look away.

I'll have to sing like this now...

Why don't you?

Please.

- No.

Darling sis-in-law.

My angel...

Haider!

You are home!

Not a word of your arrival...

You've lost so much weight...

- Grown a beard too...

Have you...

written your thesis?

Why are you so quiet?

Say something?

My angel...

- These are hard times.

It's a time for patience.

The Koran tells us.

- God is with the patient.

I've filed a petition in court

It will take some time...

God-willing, all will be well soon.

It doesn't look like it though.

What?

The two of you seem quite happy...

with my father's disappearance.

What?

The two of you seem very happy...

with my father's disappearance.

- Haider...

Have you lost it?

What are you saying?

Exactly what I see...

dear uncle...

Has your musical been on for a while?

Or did this romantic production begin..

After father's disappearance?

Sis-in-law...

How dare you!

Is this the way to talk to your mother?

Is this what you learnt in college?

- S is-in-law...

Let his father return!

He's a boy...

Let it be...

It will affect your health...

Come along...

Sis-in-law...

Haider...

I am sorry.

Haider... I will explain...

Sis-in-law...

My angel...

Sis-in-law...

Haider...

Come back...

It is time for curfew now.

My angel...

The army will grab him too.

Please! Stop him!

He will be fine.

Please get him back.

Sis-in-law...

I'll manage it...

Don't worn].

Hello!

Whom do you want?

Salman?

Just a moment.

Telephone.

Hello!

Whom do you want?

This call is for you.

Hello...

Whom do you want?

Salman or Salman?

Or Salmanl?

Do you mind taking the trouble...

to introduce yourself?

Your daddy!

Superintendent of Police...

Pan/ez Lone

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