Haider Page #4

Let the breeze ruffle the spring...

Come along, my love...

Awake the garden to life.

The prison is a sullen ghost...

Ask the breeze for a whiff of hope...

Oh, someone please...

speak of the beauty of my beloved.

- When fatigue would muffle

our screams in the prison...

a sole voice would

rise through the night...

a balm to our agony...

The lights were never turned off...

we craved for the darkness.

Lice roamed on our broken bodies...

and vengeful snakes in our heads.

MAMA-2 was the other name for hell.

Men returned as from there as mere

shadows of themselves.

Officer...

How many Area Commanders

do you have in Anantnag?

Where did you get the RDX from?

- Aren't you from the Binori mosque?

Met Brigadier Badaam?

Twenty children died

in your bomb blasts...

Do you have any children?

No?

You won't father any.

Give me their names!

Sir, I swear I'm a student.

I swear, sir...

I'm not a militant.

I'm not a militant.

Let's hear it all together...

Long live India!

Long live India!

- Long live India!

- Long live India!

Long live India!

Since that day doctor

and I were always together...

like body and soul...

We bore our torments together

in the same cell.

We were chained together.

It seems we will be

killed together as well.

You can die doctor, but I won't.

And how is that?

You are the body

and I'm the soul...

You are mortal and I'm immortal!

Are you a Shia or a Sunni?

I am the river and the tree...

The Jhelum and the Chinar...

I'm both..

a temple and a mosque...

A Shia and a Sunni, I'm both.

A Hindu as well.

I always was... I am...

I will always be...

They moved us to other

camps for interrogation.

Strange camps... stranger names...

Bo-Bo land, Hotel 6...

Faraz cinema...

And one day, there was a revelation.

It was Khurram who

betrayed your father.

Khurram had handled

most of the cases of...

militants caught or

surrendered in Kashmir.

With his help Indian Intelligence

played their trump card...

forming a militia

to kill militants...

A counter-insurgency force...

Ikhwan-ul-Mukhbireen

The Ikhwans knew

militant sympathisers...

and their modus operandi.

- The terror of Ikhwan surpassed The horrors...

Kashmir has seen before.

- It was Khuram who killed your father.

- The army crackdown in your village

was not a matter of chance.

- Khurram was the army's informer...

- and your mother Ghazala was Khurram's

- It is certain. We shall witness...

The promised day...

the day of the blessed word...

We shall witness...

Roohdaar...

Yes.

If you do make it out alive...

Convey my message.

To whom?

To my son, Haider.

Tell him to avenge my betrayal...

by my brother.

Tell him to aim his bullets at those

cunning, deceiving eyes...

that entrapped his mother...

that made him an orphan.

And his mother?

God will be her judge.

We had become a burden

for everyone...

They handed us over

to the Ikhwan.

It was a miracle!

The rope that bound us

came loose...

The icy water of the Jhelum

stopped my bleeding.

Sand-miners on the

river bank saved me.

A few days later, they found

the doctor's body.

A little ahead of Baramulla, at Boniyar village

there is a graveyard...

where the unknown dead are buried.

They buried your father there...

he rests in grave number 318.

This is the safety lock.

Shoot him at point blank.

And remember...

aim at the eyes

that entrapped your mother.

Those treacherous eyes

that orphaned you.

Father...

Who are you calling

so early in the morning?

I had a nightmare.

What was it about?

Haider?

Two days and no word of him.

Neither Arshee nor

the Salmans know...

My dearest...

He's not a child anymore.

He'll be back.

I bumped into the principal

of your school yesterday.

He wanted to know when

you are returning to teach.

The children miss you very much...

Once I become whole.

What are you now? Half?

I am half-widow and half-bride.

You are half a fool as well.

Roohdaar!

- This is the number he called.

It is a satellite phone.

It can't be traced.

Sir, you had mentioned about

a permanent job for us...

another time perhaps...

Miss, your gift is ready...

- Thank you.

- You are welcome...

Daddy! is this a snowman?

No...

This is your husband.

Do you like his nose?

Or shall I cut it a bit?

What is that?

A surprise.

Oh.

Oh... God.

When did...

When did you weave it?

My sweet child.

Here, have one more.

It took a lot to make this for you.

No daddy. I'm not hungry.

He's not going to return

sooner if you stop eating.

Who brought him the message?

Roohdaar?

Open your mouth.

We'll have to take care of Haider...

Together.

Don't hide anything from me.

What is going on?

A traffic jam at the square...

Hello...

Hello...

mic testing one, two, three...

Can you hear me?

Hello...

UN council

resolution number 47 of 1948...

article 2 of the Geneva convention

and article 370 of the Indian constitution...

Raises but one question!

Haider...

- What?

Do we exist or do we not?

If we do... then who are we?

If not... then where are we?

Did we exist at all?

Or not?

Chutzpah is our problem.

Do you know what chutzpah means?

Once upon a time a bank was robbed.

Pointing the gun at the cashier...

the burglar threatened...

give me the money or die..

The cashier gave him all the money.

He went to the next counter...

And asked the man to

open an account for him.

That is chutzpah...

Such audacity, such stupidity.

like AFSPA...

You carry on... I'll fetch him...

AFSPA...

Attention!

Armed Forces Special Powers Act,

section 5, rule 4, point A...

Any commissioned officer...

Yes sir!

Warrant officer...

Yes sir!

Non-commissioned officer...

Yes sir!

Or any other person of equivalent rank

in the armed forces may, in a disturbed area...

if he is of the opinion that it is necessary

so to do for the maintenance of public order...

after giving such due warning as

he may consider necessary...

fire upon or otherwise use force,

even to the causing of death...

Against anyone acting in

contravention with law or order.

Law and order...

Law and order...

Order order...

- Law and order...

There is no law,

there is no order.

Whose laws? Whose order?

Made on order...

Law and order...

India! Pakistan!

A game on the border.

India clings to us..

Pakistan leeches on...

What of us? What do we want?

Freedom!

Freedom from this side...

- Freedom!

Freedom from that side...

- Freedom!

We will be free!

- Freedom!

Haider!

"A world better than the world,

our lndia..."

"We are her children..."

Haider...

Yes?

Mother...

- What?

Mother...

- Whose?

Yours...

Mine... yes...

Mother...

When did you come?

Why are you crying?

There's good news for you.

Nobody will call

you a half-widow now...

Father is dead.

He is dead.

I found his grave.

No more hidden musicals.

You don't believe me, right?

Hang on...

I have a photograph...

My dead father...

Mother...

Look at this.

Mother...

I couldn't find my brother.

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