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She didn’t want to leave.

Yes.

Then?

She wanted to go with me.

Then you should have taken her along, Mushtaq.

Why worry about the shop?

Even Mazdaq would have taken care of it.

It is not right for brother to go there,

the condition there is not good.

No, if she left, then how did she go?

She didn’t even take anything with her.

She is an immigrant, child.

She came from there like this as well.

Papa, you didn’t do good.

Ayesha, she did wrong with us.

All of us were so intimate with her,

with love, but still she didn’t even think once

that she would inform anyone before leaving.

Now leave, who is right, and who is wrong.

Think what the neighbours will say.

They will not let you people live.

They will say so much
that you people wont be able to answer.

Now, tell everyone her brother had come,

he took her along. Her mother died.

She didn’t run away from here.

No one will say anything apart from this.

Mr. Haji, the car is here. Shall we go?

Brother, I too will come along with you.

No, someone has to stay at home too.

Brother, you will go to the border at this hour?

Mushtaq, you should have looked for her here,

first, then you should have gone so far.

Where will she go?

She has left from here,

and will go straight to the border.

Hello.

Yes.

Yes, I am reaching.

She has reached her home in Islamabad.

She has left.

Maybe she only came to get her veil.

Did you not stop her?

She was not going to stop, Mr. Haji.

This time you kicked her really hard.

You know, what she had said
when she came the last time.

She had come to sit in your feet for all her life.

You didn’t care for her.

I will once again bury Baraan,

now. I will make his grave with my own hands

and put soil on it.

But why?

I have to bury one.

I cannot bury Mr. Haji.

What is Baraan’s fault in all this?

What is Mr. Haji’s fault?

There is one life there,
and over there, there are two lives.

You are right, brother Asad.

I cannot leave Mr. Haji.

This is more difficult than leaving Baraan.

You love Mr. Haji this much?

Yes.

You are asking me this.

You are the one who recorded it on the camera.

Barbeena, back then you had no other option,

Mr. Haji was also happy with you.

You adjusted with him,
and maybe he adjusted with you.

What do you want? I leave with Baraan?

If I was in your place,
then maybe I would have done this.

Look Barbeena, Baraan is not just your love.

He is your land, your language,

your childhood, your young age, he is it all.

Yes.

He is.

But had I thought this,

then would I have held Mr. Haji’s hand and come?

I fell to Mr. Haji’s feet.

Now

I will live in his feet all my life. In my feet.

She had come to sit in your feet all her life,

and you?

You didn’t care for her.

She had come to sit in your feet all her life,

and you?

You didn’t care for her.

Mr. Haji. Mr. Haji, I swear you are my husband.

I wont go. I wont go. I wont leave.

Enough.

I wont go, Mr. Haji.

Mr. Haji,

I went everywhere from Jalalabad to Kabul.

I met all her relatives, her family,

but I didn’t find Barbeena.

Everyone asked me about Barbeena.

I told them, Barbeena is really happy.

She is really satisfied.

I didn’t tell them that I came looking for her.

She would have been defamed, Mr. Haji.

You made people there believe,

but what will you say to people over here?

I will say

Barbeena is really sad for these people over there.

What will you say to me?

Oh, Allah.

I will

find her here, for you.

I will search for her.

You give me an idea. Where can she go?

Who did she have over here, apart from me?

It was just the two of us for each other.

It is all my fault, Mr. Haji.

It is all my fault.

I turned your heaven into hell.

You too were searching for your heaven, buddy.

How could I do it?

Honesty.

If she had left you, and gone with me,

I would never have taken her.

I would never have taken her.

If she had left you gone and gone with me,

then the name of all the
Afghan women would become a curse.

Baraan Khan doesn’t make such deals.

He wont do it a thousand times.

Then with what hope did you come here for?

What were you waiting for?

Huh?

I came to see if she is happy,

protected and living with respect.

This is my fault.

This is my mistake.

I will accept any punishment you give me, Mr. Haji.

Your reference is so respectable,

Baraan, that all your faults are forgiven.

Mr. Haji, it is difficult to face you.

It is really difficult, Haji.

Oh, I swear to God.

It is more difficult than being in jail.

It is more difficult than it.

My heart is not that strong. My life is over, Mr. Haji.

Let me go, I will leave. I will leave.

What will I do here?

Baraan, till Barbeena doesn’t come back,

you will stay here with me, till that time.

Consider this your punishment.

Sister. Sister. Sister.

For you.

Here you go, eat.

What is this? You brought it for her as well.

Eat.

Brother, tea.

Chamo.

Yes, brother?

You are still here.

Where do I have to go, brother?

To your home.

Work is being done over there.

I will go to check how far it has progressed, today.

You go brother,

go check on my home.

Why did you come here?

If brother sees you, then?

So what will he do?

He is my elder, that’s why I respect him,

or else he wont be able to tolerate a hand from me.

Tell me the reason for coming, Ghaffar.

You did good that you told him,

it has made my work easier.

I have taken money.

Come on, go,

wear your veil and come,

we have to go to the registry.

Why?

To sign.

What for?

Don’t you want to put the home in his name?

Talk to brother, first..

I will do that,

you go and put on your veil.

Be quick, I have taken an appointment.

I will not go.

What did you say?

I will not go.

Then will you hear me divorce you? Huh?

I still wont go.

Look Chammo, you know my anger well.

No.

Then I will divorce you.

I divorce you.

I have divorced you once

I don’t think you understand.

I understood.

Look Chammo, I will divorce you for the second time.

I am going to say it.

I divorce you for the second time.

You have been divorced twice,

if I divorce you for the third time,

then you will be humiliated.

No one will even bother spitting at your face.

If it was in my control,

then I would have thrown this third divorce in your face.

Get out of my home.

Don’t show me your face again. That is my home,

I don’t want to sell it. I don’t want to sell it.

You do what you want. Get out of here.

Look at this. Look. See it from a distance.

It is a good thing. Good material.

Mr. Haji’s shop. See, this.

See this one too. See the entire shop.

Look at this.

No one leaves Mr. Haji’s shop empty handed.

Look at this. Look.

It is delicate work. It is a really good suit.

Should I show you more?

Don’t you like this. I will show you more.

I will show you. Select.
I have put the entire shop in front of you.

See, this is so good. This. This.

This.

Great thing. See. See this. See.

You like it?

Come on.

Give it to me. Give it.

It is hot.

Here you go, son. Deliver it at Hajra’s home, okay?

Here you go.

Is everything okay?

I came to see you,

I got food on the way as well.

You forgot sending your wife.

The neighbours talk to us,

and ask us when she will come.

Now I will have to do something to shut people up.

We are distributing rice in
the name of Barbeena’s mother.

Come on, give it.

Mushtaq, all this is necessary.

It is necessary to do all this to show your relation.

We will have to make permanent arrangement, brother.

We will distribute food in her name some day as well,

what will be a more permanent arrangement for her.

Now she will not come back.

The one who had to leave, has left.

Hold this.

It is really hot.

Did you give it Maja’s home?

Once he comes…

Jamil’s home is also left.

We have to give it to them too.

We will give everyone gradually.

Yes, we shouldn’t forget.

She will ask.

Here, have tea.

Kulsoom is right, Mushtaq.

If the wife goes to her parents’ home,

then the family and outsiders start counting days.

Here, everyone hold the other by the neck

You need to answer.

I don’t understand, Shamim.

How can I kill her while she is alive?

I am alive waiting for her.

If this hope breaks today,

then I will die.

You look good

The dust of being a shopkeeper
have been removed from your face.

You have the glow of love.

You go to her.

If I find out where she is,

then I will run bare foot to her.

Say that you are going to Afghanistan,

like you had left earlier.

Everyone will say that Mushtaq went to his wife,

he stayed there.

Qayyum was alive, then.

Baraan is managing the shop.

I will take care of the home with Zubaida, don’t worry.

If you have to keep Barbeena alive,

then you will have to die, Mushtaq.

This will stay with you, now, Baraan.

Think I have been sentenced to life imprisonment.

I am handing everything

I own to you and leaving.

Where are you going, Mr. Haji?

Now I am in a constant journey.

Now, where

and when are not even questions.

Baraan, I am going on a path from

where you don’t return.

The only thing is that

there is no one to stop me.

Come on.

My name is Abdullah.

I have come with my family
to Mardan from Kandoz, Afghanistan.

I have a widow sister too.

The marriage of a widow

is obligatory for me as per the religion

and Prophet’s teachings.

Respectable people, I request you all that

some servant of Khuda,

comes forward

and helps us fulfill this
responsibility of mine with respect.

I am fifty one years one. Fifty one. Fifty one.

And the type of life I have lived,

I have never even
thought of getting married in my life.

I didn’t get time for that,
and neither do I have any future plans.

Hey, I cannot form any relation with this madam

and neither can I take her with me without any relation.

Now you tell me, what should I do?

Tell me, what should I do?

Where are you trapping me? Hey, you…

do one thing, I am going to perform ablution,

you think hard and let me know what should I do?

Then I have to leave.

Mr. Haji.

Have mercy on me, I am a poor,

powerless and helpless woman.

She is saying have mercy on me,

I am a poor, powerless and helpless woman.

I want to be your slave,

I want to be the dirt in your feet.

I want to be your slave,

I want to be the dirt in your feet.

Bibi Barbeena, daughter of Haji Meeran Khan,

you are getting married with Haji Mushtaq,

son of Haji Manzoor, with a wedding gift

of two hundred thousand Pakistani rupees.

Do you accept?

I accept.

She accepts.

Haji Mushtaq, son of Haji Manzoor Ahmad,

you are being married to Bibi Barbeena,

daughter of Haji Meeran Khan,

with a wedding gift of
two hundred thousand Pakistani rupees.

Do you accept?

Yes, I accept.

Are you ready, Mr. Haji?

Yes, I am ready.

Mr. Haji, have food.

The group has to leave in a while, they are ready.

Hey, brother.

Yes, Mr. Haji?

Where did you get this pulao from?

Mr. Haji, some woman in the back street sells it.