Razia Sultan - Die Herrscherin von Delhi

Delhi. The heart of India, Delhi.

And there is a pulse of this heart, Qutub Minar.

One who has seen many kingdoms prosper and many kingdoms ruined.

The story is of that time when the Ghulam heirs were ruling the country.

Before the arrival of the Mughals many years ago...

...the roots of these people lay in the 12th century

of Sultan Qutubuddin Aimatullah.

A time when there were injury and torture marks on the slave's body.

And it was very common for them to be sold and bought in the open markets.

And in such a time, what could one say about the identity of women?

And for a woman to become a Sultan was even unthinkable.

But times were changing as time passed by.

And the beginning was done by such a Sultan

who later on overlooked his sons...

...and preferred to hand over his kingdom to his capable daughter.

In the history this kind hearted Sultan was known as Iltumish.

Long live Sultan.

Bismillah Rehmat Rahim. - Hail Sultan.

By His grace our kingdom is protected.

And the strength of this kingdom lies in you people's unconditional love.

That way I am the Sultan of you people.

But believe me I am just your humble servant.

Your prosperity is my duty.

And your safety is my goal.

Today the moon is going to be sighted.

And I am also anxiously waiting to sight the moon on Eid day.

So I have decided to give the people of my kingdom a gift on this special day.

Truly good.

By ending the tax of the expensive old gold coins...

...I have decided to replace it with cheaper silver coins.

In lieu of one gold coin, you can take 10 silver coins from the Royal Treasury.

Long live Sultan.

Long live Sultan.

Long live Sultan.

I hereby publicly announce by the witness of the Eid moon...

...ones who will take the initiative to recite few verses,

they will be rewarded with some silver coins.

And those people will have the right to ask for as much money as they want.

May this night of the moon be beneficial to all of you.

Congratulations.

Long live Sultan.

Long live Sultan.

Long live Sultan.

Long live Sultan.

Long live Sultan.

Sultana, looks like the public is accepting from the heart...

...all the changes that are being done by Sultan Iltumish.

What can one do with this stupid heart anyway?

There is no need to praise this heart so much.

Because one never knows when this heart will take you to the heights...

...and when this same heart will plunge you in despair.

Forgive my audacity, Sultana.

But I hope that these silver coins don't diminish the sparkle of those gold coins...

...those gold coins which had been created by your late former husband Qutubuddin.

It doesn't take long for times to change, Adila.

There was a time when my husband Qutubuddin was unbeatable.

And now today? Today times are siding with the new Sultan, Iltumish.

When loyalties change, the faces also change.

I will go and check out the arrangements for the Eid celebrations.

-Greetings. - Greetings.

What I was saying is that you can come and meet me too.

I am not some harem girl, I am your mother, Shamshad Begum.

Of course. Please accept my greetings.

Qutub dear.

Looks like you are intending to celebrate

the Eid festival with a lot of grandeur. Yes?

Of course, mother.

I have been waiting for this day for many years.

And now that I have got this opportunity

to spend Eid with Sultan after so many years...

...how can I miss out on this opportunity?

Because for so many years he was either busy in the war or Lahore.

You said correctly.

Looking at the celebrations in the palace right now...

...I remembered the time when Qutubuddin was in power.

What's the matter, mother?

You seem disturbed on hearing father's name. Is everything all right?

I am not worried about my husband's name, I am worried about your husband's work.

What kind of changes are these, Qutub?

Changes which are erasing your father's name and glory.

What kind of changes are these?

Ammi, you are misunderstanding.

You just wait and watch.

Due to the kind heartedness of the Sultan...

...father's name will be written in gold in the history pages.

For his name to be written in the history pages...

...Sultan Qutubuddin Aibak is not dependent on anyone at all.

He was an Emperor and will always be an Emperor.

Grandmother, Ammijaan.

Greetings, mother.

Ammi, look at this.

Father's gift for Eid.

Look at this embroidery. It's been ordered from Persia.

And these pearls are from Basra.

Really this is extremely beautiful.

You have done a really amazing job, Shazia.

In such a short time, you have made such a beautiful dress.

Ammi, just look at these jewels.

The work is so detailed.

It looks as if it has been made an expert craftsperson.

Where is Princess Razia?

Does Razia love her father lesser that Shazia alone is doing all this work?

Doesn't she want to give a gift to her father?

Anyway, whom am I asking too?

She must be roaming around with her handful of servants.

By loitering around the lanes of Delhi, this girl

is going to bring disrepute to the royal palace.

Adila.

Summon Princess Razia before me.

What are you thinking about, Razia?

If the thoughts go deeper then the intentions become weaker.

Are you feeling scared?

Is fear more important to you than the love for your father?

Princess, why have we come here?

People who come here invited are punished and thrown before hungry tigers.

Princess please let's go. I am very scared.

I am also feeling very scared, Chanda.

But I will have to remove one of the tiger's hair for my father.

Tiger's hair?

No, princess, you can't do that.

No Chanda, I will do this work myself.

You just tell them to open the door.

No, Princess. This tiger is a man eater.

He is by nature very rapacious.

He is helpless due to his nature and I am helpless by my obsession.

I won't leave from here till I get what I want.

Princess, please stop.

Princess.

Open the door. This is the order of princess Razia.

It's just the matter of one hair. So just give it please.

What say?

Be careful, Princess.

Be careful, Princess.

Someone save the Princess.

Dear God, have mercy.

Hashim, start closing the door.

Hashim, close the door fast.

Princess, you are all right, aren't you?

Princess Razia. -Long Live Princess.

Princess Razia. -Long Live Princess.

Hey, don't praise me so much. I really escaped today.

I was so scared actually.

I myself don't know how I did that.

It just happened.

I just closed my eyes, chanted God's name,

put my foot on his head and just took the hairs.

Take this. Now let's go.

Where to now?

Hey, we have only got the tiger's hair for now.

Now I still have to take two more gifts for father.

Just a little far, let's stroll around for a while.

If I walk even a step further, I will definitely die now.

Princess, tell me why have we come to this desert from that solitary area?

That tree which you can see over there.

I want to take a leaf from that tree for giving it to father. - Huh?

Oh my God!

After all what is the relation between your father and these leaves?

I will bring those leaves first and then I will tell you.

Oh dear! Princess Razia and her desires.

Either only she or God knows about them.

Princess Razia, where are we going?

Hey, just hold on and come along with me.

Princess, I am feeling very scared.

If someone recognizes us, there will be a huge problem.

And what if the Queen comes to know?

She will know only if we get caught, isn't it?

Have you seen Nizamuddin's shop?

I don't know, you can ask ahead.

You work shirkers, do you only understand the language of a whip?

I will whip you people till your skin peels off.

You stupid idiots, am I talking in some foreign language?

Remove that board of Nizamuddin and put the board of Rehmat in it's place.

Rehmat the carpet seller.

Hey, even dogs have better understanding than you.

Hey girl, what are you staring at over here?

Is some drama going on over here?

Get lost from here.

Go away.

Mister, is Nizamuddin's silk shop right over here?

What? What did you say, girl?

Are you blind? I am the owner of this shop.

No Nizamuddin lives over here. He is dead a long time back.

How can that be possible?

Why? Now does one have to take permission to die from you servants?

Come on, go away from here.

Oh God, how will I complete father's gift now?

Listen.

Have you come to meet Mohammed Nizamuddin? - Yes.

Come with me.

After so many years, someone has come to meet me.

Otherwise who is bothered to find out whether

this aging craftsman is alive or dead?

Don't say that, uncle.

We are highly obliged to you.

If you hadn't been there, then probably I also wouldn't have been here.

Daughter, at this stage of my age,

one cannot keep the accounting of so many years.

So then how will I be able to keep the accounting of obligations?

Which obligation are you talking about?

After all who are you?