I too will live my entire life <br />lifting Pamir’s body<br /><br />and you will life Barla’s.<br /><br />We will be even.<br /><br />Look Badshah Khan,<br /><br />you will increase your burden.<br /><br />Like Pamir is your son,<br /><br />just like that Barlas is your son too.<br /><br />Buddy, he is your blood.<br /><br />But papa,<br /><br />he has my son’s blood <br />on his hands.<br /><br />I want justice, papa.<br /><br />Papa,<br /><br />I didn’t run.<br /><br />It is good.<br /><br />Come on.<br /><br />What is this?<br /><br />I have never seen you falling weak <br />in my life ever again.<br /><br />You advice me to be brave,<br /><br />and you are hiding <br />from yourself today.<br /><br />You are right.<br /><br />I heard since childhood<br /><br />that the death of a young child,<br />breaks the back of the father.<br /><br />You broke my back,<br />Barlas Khan.<br /><br />You broke it.<br /><br />Now you don’t test my patience.<br /><br />Come on. <br />Papa,<br /><br />I want to hug you once.<br /><br />No. No. No,<br /><br />you don’t have to cry.<br /><br />Don’t have to cry, son. Okay?<br /><br />Don’t cry.<br /><br />I don’t fear death.<br /><br />I am sad about being separated <br />from you, that’s it.<br /><br />That’s death, Barlas.<br /><br />Leaving your own and <br />the world forever<br /><br />and never coming back.<br /><br />That is death.<br /><br />But you have to face it<br /><br />by looking it in the eyes.<br /><br />You have to open your arms <br />and hug death.<br /><br />You are my son,<br /><br />you don’t have to lose. Okay?<br /><br />You don’t have to lose.<br /><br />You don’t have to lose.<br /><br />Greetings, papa.<br /><br />Greetings, papa.<br /><br />Oh. God. God.<br /><br />What sort of injustice is this?<br /><br />My son.<br /><br />You are snatching my son from me.<br /><br />What did I do with you?<br /><br />What did I do to you?<br /><br />What did I do to you?<br /><br />What did you come here for?<br /><br />You are happy seeing me in pain,<br />right?<br /><br />That’s why you came here.<br /><br />No Gul Wareen,<br /><br />what is the happiness in a <br />mother’s lap being ruined?<br /><br />Who can understand the sorrow of <br />the death of your own better than me?<br /><br />The moments of sorrow pass <br />with difficulty.<br /><br />You came to sprinkle salt <br />to my wounds.<br /><br />No, Gul Wareen,<br /><br />why do I need to do that?<br /><br />In this home,<br /><br />everyone is willing <br />to wound their own.<br /><br />I have come to put a bandage.<br /><br />Bandage?<br /><br />You will put on a bandage?<br /><br />Go from here.<br /><br />You are my biggest enemy.<br /><br />I don’t want your bandage. <br />I don’t want it.<br /><br />Barlas is a really good boy.<br /><br />My son.<br /><br />I am really sad for whatever is <br />happening with him.<br /><br />I admit.<br /><br />I admit, Barlas has killed Pamir<br /><br />but why did Barlas murder Pamir?<br /><br />Only Barlas didn’t love Apana.<br /><br />Apana too loves Barlas.<br /><br />Gul Wareen. <br />Gul Wareen.<br /><br />For God’s sake,<br /><br />save Barlas by blaming Apana.<br /><br />Maybe this way Barlas will not get killed.<br /><br />Barlas Khan,<br /><br />you have murdered Pamir and <br />put such a stain on our generation,<br /><br />that cannot be washed away.<br /><br />Now forgiving you or punishing you<br />is not in my control.<br /><br />Badshah Khan’s son got killed<br /><br />and he is not willing to forgive you.<br /><br />Papa.<br /><br />Papa.<br /><br />Papa, this is not justice.<br /><br />Papa, this is not justice.<br /><br />I want justice from you.<br /><br />The revenge for murder is murder.<br /><br />What other justice do you want?<br /><br />He murdered but for whose sake?<br /><br />Why don’t you people think<br />about this?<br /><br />Apana is an equal accomplice<br />in the crime as Barlas.<br /><br />The only difference is that <br />my son fired the gun.<br /><br />Punish Barlas. Punish him.<br /><br />But also punish his child,<br /><br />who loved my son.<br /><br />Gul Wareen, what do you
