Bravo, son!
Uncle, your medicine.
This divine music...
Sweetens the sting of death.
Is there anyone to help me?
- All okay, son? - Absolutely.
Let's do our own checking at the university.
Nobody move!
Stay calm.
- What's this? - Shall we take them in?
Sir, the police are here.
Get up!
Search him.
Enough.
Catch that boy!
Hey, Chingu!
Buy a new car.
Time to junk your oxcart.
What vulgar clothes.
No one will marry you.
They're lining up.
Go, work in India.
There, anything goes.
"Though memories fade,
"may Allah never free you
from my love."
Changez, remember, your father's a poet.
Sing for us.
Listen, son.
Yes, Khan, sir.
Get us a chicken curry.
Dall and two naans.
Okay?
A rogani naan for me.
Wow.
Students...
The police are here for your protection.
Do not interfere
with Professor Rainiefs investigation.
Do not forget,
demonstrating and disrupting the peace is forbidden.
We advise you to return to class
and cooperate with the police.
It's serious. The police are everywhere.
Forget them.
Poetry is serious too.
As Khan sir says...
So you want poetry to do the protesting?
Why not?
All well, sir'?
Peace be upon you.
And you.
They've got As“.
- I know nothing. - Give us their names!
"Your nest is not atop the dome of a royal palace.
"Your next is not atop the dome of a royal palace.
"You are a royal falcon.
Build your nest on a mountain peak."
Wow.
Iqbal.
Been here seven years.
Who did this?
A calamity!
Three agency bastards showed up.
I'm famished.
We ordered two lassie.
Sikhs are in trouble.
Don't embarrass me.
You are like my brother.
Juniad, look at that.
Careful.
Watch out.
Brother...
Khan, sir, let's go down.
Huff!!-
Where is the security guard?
I'm talking to you, Ma. Hello?
Keep the candles safely.
Trouble could break out anytime.
The sweets go in the kitchen, the soft drinks too.
Ma, you're being stubborn.
They will handle everything, okay?
MY Prince.
Out of my sight.
Okay, talk later.
God be with you.
Following the Parliament attack in New Delhi,
the troops are gathering at the border.
The fear of war between India and Pakistan...
Nuclear powers, grows every day.
Move on.
Here comes the groom!
Terrific.
I'll send you back to your village!
Nothing?
Never choke on a true word, son.
You say things to burn the heart...
You speak of a nest now broken...
You inflict such suffering...
Yet say I must smile...
Happy Eid. son.
Happy Eid.
The house is no fun without you.
There's no power either.
Much love.
Happy Eid.
Motherfucker.
Seven more students arrested.
We must protest.
Brothers, please listen!
Everyone, listen to me!
Hussain, do what you must,
but do it peacefully.
Remember, no violence.
Hear me out, O, Lord...
It was you, true Lord, who said...
Man, you are king of the world...
A fine king You made, O Lord...
Who endures life's blows with grace...
I don't want this kingdom, Lord...
All I want is a grain of respect...
Hear me out, O Lord
Heed my plea, and I'll heed Yours...
Curse me if I break this vow...
If this pact displeases You...
Then let me find another God...
But my mourning isn't over yet.
You haven't eaten in two days.
If we wish to be self-reliant...
Students, cooperate with the police or else!
Free the students!
Out, America, out!
The students are fired up. It's explosive.
Phone them.
Everything okay?
What's going on?
It's okay.
With due respect...
Hand me those petrol bombs!
What's going on?
Stop all this!
Police dogs! Servants of America!
Sir, the cops are roughing up the students.
Only you can control them!
I'll be right there.
I'm coming!
Get out! The police!
Stay calm!
No one go outside!
Junaid, calm them down.
Don't worry, sir.
Sameer, go outside. Calm them.
Brothers, listen to me, please!
Everything's okay. Sit down.
He has a gun! He has a gun!
What a fucker!
Move!
Get back!
Fool! He has a gun!
Get back!
Back!
Step back!
Professor Khan is in danger!
Step back!
We're with you, brother!
Step back! Step back!
Sameefs parents wish me to address you.
They understand our strong emotion.
Emotions give us courage.
I have another message from his family.
If our innocent, smiling Sameer could hear it...
He would fully agree.
They ask us not to cry for their son.
Too many tears have flowed into the river.
They ask us not to take revenge in their son's name.
Too much blood has flowed into that river.
They ask us not to curse fate.
Allah holds our son in His embrace.
Wipe your tears!
And pray for a future
free of dictators and tyrants...
Free of all invaders.
Come, bring your loved ones.
Go tell the majestic sun to preserve its precious rays.
We'll teach the core of our own beings to glow with its light.