The Breadwinner
- PG-13
- Year:
- 2017
- 94 min
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Anything written,
anything read.
Pashto and Dari.
Beautiful items for sale.
Anything written, anything read.
Pashto and Dari.
Beautiful items for sale.
I saw you serve a woman!
I saw you with my own eyes!
- No, I... I... I didn't...
- You were! I saw you!
- Anything written,
anything read. Pashto and Dari.
Beautiful items for sale.
Parvana...
...it's the only thing of value
we have left.
I never wore it.
Not even once!
Where would you
wear it, Parvana?
Let's continue
your studies, all right?
- Yes, Baba.
- Now, what can you tell me
about the Silk Road?
The Silk Road...
Baba, I can't remember
about the Silk Road.
Maybe if we think of it
like a story, huh?
Stories remain in our hearts
even when all else is gone.
Our people have
always told stories
from our very beginning,
when we were Parthia
and Khurasan.
A fractured land
in the claws
of the Hindu Kush mountains,
scorched by the fiery eyes
of the northern deserts.
Black rubble earth
against ice peaks,
our land
was the petrified skeleton
of a monster.
We were Auriana,
the land of the noble
and honorable.
We were a pathway
to everywhere,
carrying goods
from east to west.
We studied the stars and began
to see order amidst the chaos.
We were scientists,
philosophers and storytellers.
Questions sought answers
and then more questions.
We began to see
our place in the universe,
but we were at the edges
of empires
at war with each other
as borders were defined
and redefined
over thousands of years.
came Cyrus the Great of Persia,
then Alexander the Great
of Macedon,
then came the Mauryan Empire,
Genghis Khan, and so on
and so on. Each time
there was bloodshed,
and each time
there were survivors.
The pattern
repeating itself endlessly.
When I was young, Parvana,
I knew
what peace felt like
here, in this city.
Children went to school,
women went to university;
all the empires
forgot about us...
for a while, at least.
But it did not last.
under our feet,
always uncertain.
First came a coup d'tat,
then an invasion,
then a civil war.
In the chaos,
some looked to those
but at a great cost.
We have determined
specific dignity for women!
Women should not go outside
and attract
unnecessary attention!
she will be cursed
by Islamic Sharia
and should never
expect to go to heaven.
Everything changes, Parvana.
Stories remind us of that.
Parvana?
Were you listening at all?
Yes, Baba.
Why don't you tell me
about our nomadic ancestors
Well?
2,000 years ago...
Yes?
2,000 years ago...
there was a Bactrian princess
who had a crown...
- And?
- And...
- Parvana?
- Away!
Keep away from my things!
Go away!
I said go away
you silly dog!
Hey! Hey, you!
What do you think you're doing?
Why is this girl shouting?
She is only a child.
She's drawing attention
to herself!
She should be at home,
not displaying herself
in the market.
- I have no son at home
except an infant. I need
my daughter to help me.
Stand up when we talk to you!
I said stand up.
I know you.
- Yes, Idrees.
I was your teacher once.
You were a good student.
You wasted my time,
teaching me things of no worth.
I have joined theTaliban
and now I fight
the enemies of Islam.
Well if I am an enemy,
then for my sins,
God has taken my leg.
Are you making fun of me,
old man?
I lost my leg in the war.
The war we fought together.
How old is the girl?
- Idrees...
- She is a child.
She's old enough to marry!
I'll be looking for a wife soon.
She's already been
promised to someone.
Well, she should
cover herself properly!
Maybe you should
stop looking at her.
- What did you say to me?
- I said, "Stop looking at her!"
- I can have you killed!
- Idrees...
- You watch what you say!
- That's enough! Come on!
Are you all right?
Yes, Baba.
That's my girl.
Let's go home now.
Parvana?
You told that boy
I was promised to someone.
Am I getting married?
Of course not!
You are still a child.
I want you playing
and telling stories.
I'm too old for that now.
Too old for stories?
What's the use?
I'll have a word with Mama-jan
and we'll sort it all out.
Please don't
mention the dress.
...then I'll never
hear the end of it.
- The end of what?
- Nothing, Mama-jan.
We're not selling
Parvana's good dress!
Baba! That's not what I meant.
We need
the money, Baba.
Well, we'll hold off for a bit.
I think business will pick up.
then we won't have to sell it.
Sure, when the sky
is fallen and the earth is hard.
We will have to sell it soon.
Well, what about
a little story
before dinner and we'll forget
all about dresses for a while?
to read something for us.
Not right now, Mama-jan.
I'm tired.
- She's not a child anymore,
she tells me.
So, she doesn't like stories.
Don't be in such a hurry
to grow up, my sweet girl.
It might not be
all that you expect.
We're out of water. You didn't
bring enough this morning.
There's half a bucket
by the door!
When I was young enough
to fetch water,
- Hey!
- Girls, stop it!
- Either you go out
and get more water after dinner,
or you can wash
Zaki's dirty diapers.
How are you feeling?
Better...
now that you're here.
Maybe if you didn't wash
your hair so much, we wouldn't
run out so quickly, eh?
- Parvana...
You should
have some respect.
Why don't you eat?
when your belly is full.
- Yes, Mother.
Zaki! Zaki!
Wait 'til
I pull up your sleeves!
No, Mama-jan! No, Mama-jan!
There. There you go.
Don't eat all the
raisins, Parvana.
Leave them for Zaki.
- Why don't you give him
that big raisin
on your chin, Soraya?
Oh, but it's not a raisin.
It's a big, hairy mole.
Parvana...
Apologize to Soraya.
Parvana.
He's in there!
I saw him!
- Baba?
...cover yourselves now!
That's the man!
An enemy of Islam!
he's teaching the women
with them!
Nurullah Alisai! You must
come with us quietly, or it will
be worse for you!
Baba!
- You can't take him!
- Baba!
Mama-jan!
Where is he being taken?
To prison.
They'll teach him a good lesson
in Pul-e-Charkhi.
Baba!
Mama-jan?
Can I light the lamp?
Hush, Parvana.
You'll wake Zaki.
But if they let Baba go,
he'll need the light
in the window to see home.
How could he come home?
He doesn't even have his stick
to walk with.
Now, go back to sleep.
It will be all right.
How do you know that,
Mama-jan? How do you know?
Be quiet, Parvana. She has
enough to worry about.
Hey! Zaki! Stop it!
Get up, Par vana.
Stop laying around.
- Why? What's going on?
You and I are going
to find Baba.
The boy said he was being taken
to Pul-e-Charkhi prison,
so that's where we are going.
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