My Name Is Khan Page #7

I've sold enough tickets.

I'll have to call you back, alright.

For dinner with the

president is $500 you know.

That's... that's 500.

What church are you from?

- Church? Church?

This is a Christian's only event.

But... but it says, it's a fund

raiser for the draught in Africa.

For Christians, honey.

Honey, Honey keep it.

For those are not

Christian in Africa.

Honey. Honey, feed Africa.

Offer it to him as well?

Excuse me, would you

like to have some?

What's your name?

- Rizvan Khan. Khan.

I'm lmran and this is Sajida.

Where are you off to?

It's time for the bus to leave.

Prayer time.

Prayer time?

Now? Here?

You should pray depending upon

the place and the people around.

No. No, no.

Prayer should never depend

upon the place or the people.

It should depend only

on your belief.

My God, my knee.

Oh my God, my knee is bleeding.

I'm sorry,

but I can't repair your knee.

But can you at least help me please.

- Help?

Oh, yes I can do that.

Okay, thanks.

Joel, that better be you.

Hello.

You are an angel.

You've saved my baby.

He could've been out

there lying, bleeding.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

You little frisky thing, aren't you?

- Please don't hug me.

Alright.

- That's my Mama Jenny.

Always trying to hug everyone.

- Mama Jenny, please don't hug me.

Joel lzale Williams. I told

you not take that bicycle out.

Now off to bed with you.

- Yes, ma'am.

You. You Mr. Repair man.

- Rizvan.

Rizvan. Oh, you hungry child?

You want little dinner?

No, I want lots of dinner.

First we've got to get

you out of those clothes.

You want me to be naked?

- No, no, no.

Just get this cleaned up,

that's all.

Funny hair Joel and his

Mama Jenny are good people.

Mama Jenny is strict

and a little fat too.

But I like her.

Mama Jenny's elder son, James...

...was killed two

months ago in the Iraq war.

But he loved his country.

Mama Jenny too asked me

about Sameer.

Sam has been gone for 179 days...

...and for the first time, someone

made a mention of him to me.

Poor baby.

Poor baby

Mama Jenny and Funny Hair Joel live

in Wilhemina, Tarrow County, Georgia.

This small town has 204

people and 754 cows exactly.

All the people here

work at the dairy farm.

And pray at the Church Of Rock.

Today, there's a memorial service

for all the soldiers killed in Iraq.

Mama Jenny has added Sameer's

name to the list of martyrs.

Mama Jenny said by

remembering and talking about them...

...we can get closer to them.

Letters just stopped.

My mom's never been the same,

she cries all the time.

I loved my brother so much,

and I just want him to know...

...if he's out there,

that I miss him.

He's always...

I too tried to get closer to Sam.

Sameer Rathod Khan, my son.

Weight 56 kilogram,

blood group O positive.

Sameer loved Xbox and soccer.

He loved his soccer shoes so

much that he would sleep in them.

That was the only bad habit he had.

Sam was six years old

when I married his mother.

Sameer was a good son.

He did not mind sharing

his mom's love with me.

But I couldn't be

such a good dad to him.

Other dads sense their children's

unsaid needs and fulfil them.

But I can't sense

unexpressed feelings.

So, I couldn't fulfil them.

But... but, Sam never complained.

He never complained.

Sam had one more bad habit.

He told us only good things.

He always hid bad news from us.

He would never tell me when my

favorite team Manchester United lost.

Never.

Unless we had a bet.

Then he would tell me.

Then I would I have to give him

his mint chocolate-chip ice cream.

Two scoops.

Two scoops, always.

Two scoops.

On 27th November 2007,

he was killed.

He was 13 years, nine

months and four days old.

Sameer was not only my son,

he was my dearest friend.

Actually, my only friend.

My...

My... only best friend.

I'm sure Allah is happy that

Sam is with him in heaven.

I... Mama Jenny, I

don't know what to say.

I don't want to say anymore.

Come on, Rizvan.

Okay.

- Okay.

Bye.

Bye, Rizvan.

- Bye.

Bye.

- Bye.

Okay, okay bye.

God bless you, my son.

What do you mean

you're shutting the case?

Understand it's been six months.

Okay, no witnesses, no suspects,

no evidence.

There's been no movement

on this case, Mrs. Khan.

Look, I really have no choice.

But you know, maybe... maybe

there's somebody at school...

...who will remember something.

You know, maybe you can go

door to door, class to class.

Door to door and homes,

and something...

You know I've done that already.

- But, you know...

Maybe there's something

else that you'll find.

You see these files?

These are all those

waiting for justice too.

Look, I'm sorry,

Mrs. Khan. I truly am.

Sometimes there really

are no answers. - No.

I don't accept that.

I do not accept that.

There has to be an answer.

And if you can't find it, I will.

Hi.

- Hi.

I'm looking for any lead on

the boys who killed my son.

Any information at all.

My number is there. - Okay.

I have reached Los Angeles now.

The President is coming

visit the college campus here.

I have reached

three days before him...

...so that I don't miss

him this time around.

I am going to pray that

Allah wills it so too.

Listen, listen, listen brothers.

We are digressing.

I have said it before.

I have no problem with

Christians or the Jews.

In fact, I have no problems

with our Hindu brothers too.

I treat a lot of Hindu

patients in St. Benedict's hospital.

I get angry only

when this same grace...

...is not

reciprocated towards us Muslims.

My blood boils...

...when Israeli Jews

massacre our Palestinian brothers.

Or when Hindus in India...

...cut our women and children

to pieces with their swords.

That's when my blood boils.

Doesn't your blood boil? Answer me.

Doesn't your blood boil?

- It does. It does.

It does. It does.

So, do something then. Do something!

I, Dr. Faisal Rehman,

take an oath that I'm ready.

Are you people ready? Are you?

Yes, we are. Yes. Yes, we are.

Are you people ready?

Yes, we are. Yes. Yes, we are.

Mighty Allah had even asked

lbrahim to sacrifice his son.

And without asking a single question,

lbrahim agreed to sacrifice him.

It's our turn today.

It's our duty to let our blood

flow for the cause of Islam.

This is what Allah demands!

This is what Islam demands!

No, no, no, no.

No.

You are lying.

Wait... Wait...

Why, brother?

Don't you believe that the Lord

had asked for Ismail's sacrifice?

No, no.

My Ammi has told me the story.

Saint lbrahim did not doubt

the compassion of the Lord.

No, no, no. No.

The story is an example of his

immense strong faith and belief.

And that's the reason...

...why despite being incited

by a stranger repeatedly...

...Saint lbrahim did not waver

from his path of righteousness.

No.

He didn't listen to the stranger.

He was sure Allah would never allow

the blood of his progeny to be shed.

And he was right.

The mighty Allah saved

Ismail's life.

My Ammi also said, "Rizvan...

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