My Pure Land Page #4

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Why? Come on.

I'll need something to remember you by

when you two get married.

I'm not getting married.

Don't say that.

Sikander!

Come on, the girls take

less time to get ready.

Sikander, you idiot!

Where's your shalwar kameez?

You off to a wedding

or off to America?

-I'm going to America.

-Oh, okay.

Stand straight.

Done?

-I'm off to the wedding.

-Come on, Saeda.

Where did you get these kids from?

They're your kids, I just feed them.

They're your kids,

I just let them live here.

Come on!

You'll be out of here, soon.

What time is it?

Somewhere you need to be, Baba?

I've been here eight months.

What does time matter now?

No, while I slept,

did my daughters come?

We're all waiting for them.

Who said that? Who was it?

Be quiet, Baba. Stop going on and on.

No one's coming for us.

Everyone's crying and waiting

for someone, but no one's coming.

Just be quiet.

It's jail. Be quiet.

Stop crying for the past.

How are you?

I must phone home.

Is everything okay at home?

Baba, only after a year will you get

permission to make a phone call.

While you're there,

phone my wife as well!

-I need to phone home.

-Get lost!

No, I just want to know

if there's a problem with the buses.

Back off, before I make you!

It's a simple question.

What's your problem?

What did I say?

He's been talking rubbish!

Bloody annoying!

What did I do?

It's very quiet outside, isn't it?

I'm looking for more bullets.

Did you know,

when we were younger,

me and you, I mean "we,"

we were promised to each other

in marriage?

Yes, I know.

Well, what do you think?

Would you?

I would.

-So, then--

-But only under three conditions.

One:
I don't live with my in-laws.

We live here in this house.

Two:
That I be allowed

to study and work.

Three:
That I have no restrictions

on travel.

Be it anywhere in the world.

So, you'll let me have

a second wife too?

If you can treat us equally.

I don't think I'll find

another one like you.

So then, one's enough.

-Looks like it.

-Okay, then.

Okay.

Hey! Put your feet inside.

Baba, eat something.

Here, do you want some?

It's no good.

It just makes it worse.

-Have my daughters been?

-No, Baba.

My daughters...

Where does it hurt, Baba?

Tell me, where does it hurt?

I'll do something. Just wait.

Mujeed? Mujeed, hurry up!

We need to go to the hospital!

Have you seen them? Sat there,

chatting, like they're at a wedding.

Look, there's a car coming.

It could be help.

Hello.

Can you let my family know...?

Do you feel weak?

Yes. My family need to know.

We will call them.

Let the doctor check you first.

Do you know what you have?

When was the last time

you saw a doctor?

When my second daughter

was born.

How many years has it been?

I can't remember.

Maybe sixteen years ago.

Why didn't you bring him in earlier?

Why didn't you bring him in earlier?

Listen, brother, this is a police matter.

He dies here or there,

it's the same thing.

God willing.

Phone my house

We should wait until evening.

The men are tired.

Are you sleeping?

Two, one, nine, eight.

-Will you do it now?

-Yes.

Well, then?

Sir, can you give me a hand?

Let me make a phone call,

then I'll come.

Yes, I will bring it.

I am leaving in two minutes.

-Yes, I am telling you.

-Sir?

I'll get you something on the way.

You'll only get medicines at the hospital.

Okay, I am leaving.

And how is Chotu? Is he okay?

I'll play with him to my heart's content.

What?

Don't laugh, Papa.

Why are you laughing?

Don't laugh.

We're outlaws, ready to fight.

Outlaws?

Okay, where are my daughters?

Gone.

Really? So, who are you?

What are your names?

I'll tell you.

Mukhtiar.

And... Munir.

My two new recruits.

You will look after me.

We promise to always protect you.

A lot better than your simple son.

-Better than a son?

-Yes, sir.

Okay, sit down.

Let me tell you something.

The other day, in the nearby village,

people were burning some rubbish.

From the rubbish, they heard

the sound of a child crying.

This was no accident.

It was a two or three-day-old

little baby girl,

left to burn by her parents.

Because they had wanted a son.

When you two were born,

people taunted your mother.

Friends, relatives

and your grandfather.

He used to tell me to marry again,

so I would have more sons.

They said your mother was cursed.

That was the last day

I saw your grandfather alive.

We fought every day for our daughters.

And now you need to fight.

Every day.

For our protection.

But how was I to know

that you two were boys all along?

Papa, how do you use this?

You want to learn?

You're sitting here

while they're fighting outside!

-Come with me.

-Who's fighting? Is it my fight?

-Get out of here!

-Come with me, people are getting hurt.

Get out of here!

Doctor!

Baba, I need to give you an injection.

Baba?

Where's the doctor?

-Doctor!

-Doctor!

Where's the doctor?

Doctor!

Doctor!

Doctor, there's an emergency.

Doctor!

-Doctor!

-One moment.

I want to talk to the doctor.

Doctor, this way please.

There must be a way

Out of this jungle of sorrow

There is no hardship

in life.

That goes unrecognized

No women allowed. You wait here.

Get out of the way. What's wrong

with you? Come on, you two.

Pick up the soil three times.

Sit down and repeat after me.

From the earth, we did create you.

From the earth, we did create you.

And into it shall we return you.

And into it shall we return you.

And from it shall we bring you...

And from it shall we bring you...

...out once again.

...out once again.

It was God's will.

What?

Look over there.

Don't stop, Saeda!

We have to keep them back.

Don't let them get close.

It's empty.

-Have you no more bullets?

-No.

Why did you waste so many?

Come and fire from here.

Somebody's coming.

Waderi, there's still time.

Are you listening?

-Come on.

-Come out!

Get away from the window.

Come here.

Why are you praying now?

We haven't had much help so far.

-Be quiet.

-What's the point in praying?

Son, I'm sorry you got

caught up in this fight.

This isn't your fight.

-Ready?

-Yes, ready.

I am giving you one last chance...

to get out of here alive!

I just want the house and the land.

Are you listening to me?

What are you doing?

What are you about to do?

This is our house.

As long as we are alive,

we've no intention of leaving.

You're going to kill yourselves?

You can't, that's forbidden.

This is forbidden? What about

everything else that's not forbidden?

Killing my brother, my father,

them outside firing at us,

that's not forbidden, is it?

-That's holy in your book, is it?

-Be quiet.

Look at him,

he thinks he knows God.

This isn't allowed.

Son, God knows best.

Are you listening to me?

Come on out!

You can all get out of here.

Can you hear me?

I won't say it again!

Nazo...

Nazo, did I ever tell you the story

about the group of poor farmers?

This group of farmers

were all struggling.

It had been a horrible year.

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