Parizaad Episode 22 | Eng Subtitle | Presented By ITEL Mobile, NISA Cosmetics & Al-Jalil | HUM TV

Parizaad …

wants to meet me somewhere outside.

He’s left the place and time up to me.

The world outside measures a
person by what is obvious and in front!

Just like the way you did.

You viewed me the same way
the world views me.

Though my name…

is Quratulain …

but I’m blind.

I wasn’t born blind.

I was absolutely fine as a child.

But then I suffered from a disease

because of which I then later started to slowly go blind.

Why didn’t you tell me about all this earlier on?

When was I supposed to tell you?

This is our second meeting.

Its not even a second one!

And then I never got the opportunity to tell you on the phone either.

Besides I’m not very fond of telling people about my disability and so gaining their sympathy.

But those sculptures and all… what was all that about?

I sculpt by feeling with the tips of my fingers.

That way…

My fingers become my sight...

and the tips of my fingers, my eyes.

But I… I’m so very embarrassed at the way I behaved.

At the things I said to you.

Never forgive me for it.

Don’t say that!

You don’t know it but when you blocked me from everywhere…

and there was no way to reach you…

I sat for hours and wondered what I’d said to hurt you.

Actually people like myself, we don’t need enemies.

We’re our own enemy.

Why do you think so little of yourself?

Just know one thing, that the place you hold in my heart is not needy for anything.

So please don’t suspect my intentions and insult that status otherwise I’ll get really hurt.

I don’t know how to make promises but I do know how to keep them.

This wont happen again.

Its just that I couldn’t hide my inner anxieties this time.

I acted selfishly.

Listen… did you do the job?

No, he was very busy today so I didn’t get the chance to do it.

I gave you the one job and you couldn’t do even that?!

I’ll try again sister.

But let me tell you I don’t find all this to be right.

Just do as you’re told.

But what if Mr. Parizaad refuses to take the letter?

Yeah right he’ll refuse.

Just look at his expression when you tell him… his face will have lit up.

It’ll be like one his greatest wish has been fulfilled.

Greetings.

Greetings.

Please come in… come inside.

Thank you very much.

My love… come… come inside.

When she told me that her… ‘Mr. Parizaad’ was coming, I thoughtI should quickly cook a meal.

There was no need for such formality.

No… please… have a seat, son.

Yes, of course.

I’ll just be back Mr. Parizaad.

And… and you’re not going to insist on rushing away either.

This mother of mine, she really talks a lot.

Annie dear.

I’ll just be back.

Okay.

Son, please don’t take offence to anything Annie says… she’s still very childish you know.

The world hasn’t colored her vision of it as yet is why.

Frankly speaking what I really like about her is this unaffected manner and lack of artificiality.

Hmm…

But I’m afraid of her laughter.

I’ve heard that people that laugh a lot are very lonely from inside.

But how can a girl be afraid when she’s got a mother like you as a friend.

I always try to be her best friend!

She was very young when her father passed away.

And that year she became so ill… so ill that… her sight started to weaken.

She was only seven years old at the time.

So didn’t you all try to get her… what I mean is… get her treated for it or something.

A lot!

I had many treatments done!

I’d never been out of the house until after her father passed away.

But I had to leave it.

And then I started working in a private school as a teacher.

But I got her whatever treatment I could afford in the limited salary of a teacher.

Come join us my dear.

Why are you two sitting so quietly?

You could have bad-mouthed me while I was gone.

Uh… Yes, that’s exactly what we were doing…

but we changed the topic when we saw you.

What’s the matter brother Akbar,

you look rather worried?

The boss is taking too long.

This locality isn’t safe Rashid.

Our boss is very brave.

He’s not afraid of anyone…

he keeps everyone in their place.

No need to be afraid.

She inherited this love of literature, poetry and books from her father.

She’s also got her nose stuck into braille books…

god alone knows what she keeps searching for.

She keeps recording audios of literature and poetry onto her player.

Or else she goes to her gallery and sculpts for hours.

Its a good thing you reminded me.

You know how I want to make a facial sculpture of Mr. Parizaad don’t you?

Humph!

And I’ve really been requesting him but he just won't agree!

Kindly allow me to take your leave.

I should get going now as its gotten quite late.

It was a real pleasure meeting you.

Oh but we can’t let you leave like this.

Have some dinner before leaving.

And may I tell you something, I don’t really cook all that bad.

In fact, its quite alright.

Yes, that’s right and you should accept her at her word.

She really does have a knack for cooking.

She’s gone on me you know.

And I’m absolutely convinced of it.

But not tonight, maybe another time.

Okay then, if you will excuse me now.

Alright.

Thank you.

Do come again.

I will.

Mr. Parizaad?

Yes?

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much.

You’ve really honored me by coming here.

I should be the one thanking you for inviting me and for also introducing me to your mother

You have no idea how happy I am right now…

I cant believe that ‘Parizaad’ has himself come to my house.

I will always be grateful to you and I am grateful to you!

Just keep smiling.

I like this Annie that keeps laughing and smiling.

The serious Annie is like a sad cat.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Where’s your attention these days Akbar?

Sir?

Have I done something wrong Sir?

There’s a black car tailing us ever since we left.

Dont stop, keep going.

Okay Sir.

Find out whose car it is and where it came from.

Yes, that’s right and you should accept her at her word.

She really does have a knack for cooking.

She’s gone on me you know.

I cant believe that ‘Parizaad’ has himself come to my house.

Yes Akbar, so what did you find out?

Your suspicion was right Sir.

That car belonged to Mr. Shehbaz….

We’ve taught his goons a good lesson.

And we’ve also sent a message saying that

the next time it wont be just their bones which will break…

...it’ll be a bullet through their heads.

Fine.

You may leave.

Sir… I’m feeling a great sense of mortification.

I wont make the same mistake again.

If the eye of the protector wavers, one could end up dead.

I’m not afraid of death Akbar but I do want to live a little while longer.

I still have a host of responsibilities.

Dont think too much of it.

We’ll discuss this topic later… at length.

Yes Sir.

This is something that only time will decide Mr. Shehbaz.

Dont take this as a warning, consider it a threat.

May I come in Sir?

Yes, come in.

Yes?

Sorry for disturbing you Sir, but I wanted to speak to you about something.

I’m just heading out for an important meeting right now…

so if it isn’t that important then come back later.

Right Sir… uh… I’m sorry for disturbing you without an appointment.

I’ll come back some other time.

Wait.

Whats this about?

Sir you look rather disturbed right now

so I don’t know whether I should even be talking to you about this right now or not.

Some people remain disturbed and are a prey to psychological problems their whole lives.

But the world doesn’t stop for them while they sort out their anxieties.

Tell me what you wanted to see me about.

Sir, my sister has sent a message for you.

For me?

What?

She wants to meet you.

I’d refused but she insisted on writing this letter and sending it to you.

What has your sister written on that… piece of paper?

I haven’t read it.

But Sir, if this offends you then I will tear it up right now and throw it away.

I even told sister that this was highly inappropriate.

That you had moved on in life

and that to turn back to the past would not only be painful but also unfair to you.

Fine.

Put it there.

In every race of life there is always one horse and one jockey running.

The horse and rider consider themselves victorious when they win.

But what the two don’t realize is the fact that the actual winner is the stranger who bet on them.

The stranger who is sitting, smiling outside the race course.

So… did you speak to him?

I did, yes.

So,

what did he say?

He’s invited you to his house.

See, what did I tell you.

I knew it.

The day he came to our house after having conquered the world…

I saw it in his eyes.

So… you’ll go?

Yes, of course.

I’ll have to go since he’s invited me so lovingly.

But don’t you dare do anything untoward by which Majid comes to Knows…

otherwise, I won’t be able to go!

To tell you the truth sister,

I was quite disappointed by Mr. Parizaad’s answer.

You know something, if there’s no self-respect in love,

then that love doesn’t stay as love.

It becomes like a hand out and or charity.

This was the first time today that I saw a beggar in Mr. Parizaad.

Someone who’s still standing at the door begging to be loved!

Someone who has no self-respect and pride!

You’re quite crazy.

You know men, they don’t forget their first love.

Even if he’s gone from the state of a beggar to an emperor.

And what about women?

Do they actually forget their first love that easily?

You seem to have forgotten that brother Majid was your first love, sister.

Love requires care.

It requires admiration.

It wants to be appreciated.

It wants to be treated with distinction and differently to others.

...Silly girl.

So, does this mean you’ll leave brother Majid?

Try to remember sister, it’s the same Parizaad… you couldn’t stand the sight of him!

know you think too far into the future.

And this is only…

just the beginning.

It’s just a light shower…

so let me get a little drenched in it.

Do you know something,

when a successful man loves a woman,

that feeling is totally different, it’s like no other.

And a man who’s a failure, all he can do is beg and request.

Not love…

Here you go my dear.

This is really something!

He’s a renowned tycoon …

and he actually came to our house!

Such people usually don’t have the time to meet people like us.

You’re absolutely right.

But mummy, he’s a very simple and soft-hearted person.

Although yes,

I guess those that don’t know him would regard him as being arrogant and proud.

My dear,

he didn’t seem proud from anywhere…

although yes, he did look somewhat anxious… disturbed.

And what’s this willfulness of yours… about making a sculpture of him?

Do you realize how uncomfortable you made him feel because of it?

It’s not willfulness.

It’s a wish.

I want to make a sculpture of him.

But I noted one thing,

he always defers everything I say.

I wonder why that is?

Behave yourself my dear.

Okay fine, I accept that he’s your favorite poet.

But please don’t forget that he is also one of the most renowned businessmen of the city.

He probably tolerates your foolish behavior to keep you happy, child.

But do you know something, he seems to be quite serious from inside.

He seems like someone who lives in his own world.

But why did you get scolded?

I got a scolding from my mother because of you.

Because of me?

Why?

I never complained about you to your mother.

Hmm… She feels that you speak to me out of sheer courtesy.

And that I by making willful demands and requests of you,

bother you quite unnecessarily.

Oh really?

And how did she come to know this in one meeting?

What? What? What?

I see!

So mummy was right!

I disturb you, right?

Well, I won’t do it anymore!

I’m hanging up!

I just said that I’m hanging up!

And I won’t disturb you again!

My only prayer is….

that you are happy wherever you may be.

May you prosper and thrive.

And do think of me sometimes.

Fine! Fine! Fine!

Okay…

So you also want to get me off your back, do you?!

You’ve also gotten fed up of my habit of talking too much like my mother has.

But what do I do since I am and R J so obviously, I’m going to be talkative.

But don’t worry, I’m not going to bother you from now on

nor am I going share your poetry in my show.

Goodbye!

Goodbye R J Annie.

Oh! Oh!

He lives here???

It’s almost like a palace!

And here we’ve come in such a filthy taxi… I told you to ask Parizaad to send a car for us.

And what would we have said to brother Majid had his car come to pick us up from our house?

You’re the one that said that brother Majid should not suspect anything!

Okay fine.

Let’s go inside instead of standing and talking out here under the Sun.

Greetings.

Greetings.

I told you to let me know before coming Kanwal so I could send you the car.

No, no Sir.

There’s no need for the formality.

There’s no formality amongst one’s own.

Please have a seat.

So how are you Naheed?

I’m well by the grace of God.

You didn’t come by our place again?

Yes… uh…

I’m always so busy that I get no time to be in one place.

How is Mr. Mirza?

He’s usually unwell.

He was asking a lot about you.

May God bless him with health.

How much sugar would you like in your tea, Madam?

Two teaspoons?

And you Miss?

Um… Don’t pour any for me.

I don’t want any tea.

Thank you.

So, listen since you aren’t having any tea

and you were saying when coming over that you wanted to have a tour of your Sir’s house...

...You don’t know when you’ll get another chance.

Why are you feeling shy, it’s like our own home.

Yes, go ahead.

Infact…

Sister Hina, could you kindly show Miss. Kanwal around the house.

Go with her.

Alright.

How’s Majid’s job coming along?

It would be fine if he actually went to work.

He’s always sitting at home.

Really?

Then why did he refuse to work at my factory?

I don’t know why.

He was actually ….

very fond of the idea of having a son.

But when he had only daughters…

he became irritable….

So, didn’t you try to make him understand?

I did try.

And it was you who said that once a man’s got his love in his control…

it gradually loses its significance.

But this formula might not apply to every man.

You are right...

You’re not like other men.

I’d like to apologize…

for my unfair treatment of you in the past.

I was young ...

and naive.

I couldn’t withstand the pressure of the situation.

Please forgive me.

But I’ve never complained.

I kept all my scars hidden.

But that’s just it.

You never even complained.

But your eyes,

they say everything.

No one to date has ever paid any attention to what one’s eyes were saying.

Please don’t embarrass me by asking for forgiveness.

I will always have tremendous respect for you in my heart.

And it will always be there.

Unlucky are those…

that don’t recognize the love and respect someone has for them at the right time.

Where’s the point of thinking about the past?

We need to leave our past behind…

and move forward.

The past is just that, the past.

Yes,

I also want to forget my past and move forward.

Parizaad?

May I stay in touch with you?

What I mean is…

could I perhaps share my sadness with you sometimes like this?

I feel very alone.

Majid’s never appreciated me.

I gave my whole life to him.

...But what did I get in return.

Loneliness?

Ungratefulness?

Don’t I have the right to also have someone in my life who will console me, be a kind friend?

I’ve been left all alone.

Mr. Parizaad’s house really is quite beautiful, God be praised.

The outside area is really lovely.

Thank you for being my guide and showing me the house.

Do you know something,

had you said all this to your old, neighbor Parizaad,

then perhaps he would have right here and now…

died of sheer happiness.

I don’t think you’ve ever heard of any man who’d died of happiness before.

Why are you talking of death?

Happiness is a right of the living.

I have…

spent my whole life…

in wait for that one glance.

A glance full of love.

What all didn’t I do for that one glance…

a glance that didn’t even know I existed.

I came first place in my grade

In my college and university…

I became a poet.

I worked.

I earned money.

I made piles of gold and silver.

...But that glance…

...that one glance…

couldn’t become a part of my destiny.

Parizaad?

Even today you haven’t come to meet that old Parizaad.

The one who could never even look at you directly.

Look at me…

I still have that same respect in my eyes for you.

But life has shown me a lot of censure, Naheed.

You could never understand it.

It’s given me many wounds.

but I am very scarred from inside.

People don’t know it

May I become the balm to the wounds I’ve given you?

There was time when you were the cure for all my sorrows…

the balm for my every wound.

But place your hand on your heart and then ask yourself this.

Had I been the same old, impoverished Parizaad from the neighborhood…

someone who would wait hours outside your house

to make sure he didn’t get late in the evenings…

then would you also place the same balm on his wounds?

My purpose is definitely not to make fun of you…

and nor is to put you on a stand.

I’m not that selfish.

But if truth be told, you don’t have that look in your eyes for me even today.

A look that would be just for Parizaad…

and not for some man who became rich overnight.

I know that your circumstances have broken you from inside.

But one’s situation being bad isn’t a good the reason to love someone.

And nor will I take advantage of some weak moment in your life…

because I know…

that one cannot force someone’s love.

Always remember one thing Naheed,

whatever I have…

its value isn’t even worth one tear of yours.

I can give all this to you if you want.

You are very precious…

and all this is very cheap.

Don’t ever consider yourself unworthy.