Mirza Sahiban

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Listen to what youth says

It says that hearts should come together

The closed bud should open...

and be strung into a garland

It says, someone should just appear...

mingle with the breath...

and fall in love

Someone should come laughing...

and give rise to sweet longing...

in my heart

- Who are you? - An archer!

May Allah pierce your heart with this arrow.

- Shameless! Aren't you ashamed? - If one is, he's unlucky.

If not, one gets milk and honey.

You see?

Just wait. I'll tell your mother.

My name's not Rakho if you're still in one piece.

And my name's not Mirza if you have a single water pot left.

Just wait. Come on, let's get him.

- Chachi (aunt) salaam. - Live long, son.

- Where are you going? - Chaudhary's, to give butter.

Butter? Chachi, look.

Oh! My butter!

Scoundrel. May your funeral take place.

- Chacha salaam. - Live long, son.

Congrats on winning the court case, chacha. You're avoiding us.

- Afraid of giving sweets? - Sweets aren't better than you, son?

- Forget sweets, just shake hands. - Of course.

Ill mannered scoundrel.

I'll tell your mother. Such a child should be strangled.

- One day I'll do that too. Salaam Chacha. - Salaam indeed.

- Miyanji's (teacher) coming. - Quiet.

- Oh, the devil. - Miyanji, what's the devil done to you?

- Why are you cursing him? - So it's you, good for nothing.

- Son of the devil. I'll tell your mother. - Go on miyanji.

Another one makes no difference. Hurry up. Go.

Your annoying boy breaks our water pots every day. What should we do?

- How can we manage? - Today was my 16th water pot.

And my 18th, my 18th.

Not only that, today my butter pot too.

Let him come.

Brother. Are you listening to your dear nephew's pranks?

I'm tired of these complaints.

- Salaam, sister. - Salaam brother.

I've brought a complaint. Your son didn't shake hands with me.

If it's so important, I will.

I'd make mincemeat of such a child of mine.

Useless birth.

Chachi, what did he say to you?

He ate all my butter.

What should I give Chaudhary now? His liver?

My God! Such a bad son?

He stole all my sweets.

Can such a boy go to paradise?

- Impossible. - You'll go there before he does.

See brother, the day has just started.

He's made my life impossible.

I wish I could drown myself in a well...

or take poison.

Children are always mischievous at this age.

My children too.

Not like him.

He's out since morning...

without food or water. Let him come.

- Ma, Mirza's here. - So, you're back?

You're all here. Go away.

I'll shut you all up with just one arrow.

You've worn me out mentally.

Today I'll slaughter you.

- Don't come near me. - Silly archer.

Move away.

Why hit her? Come hit me.

How does that help.

What are you looking at. Go away.

I'll beat him. I'll drink his blood.

We'll break his head if he breaks our pots ever again.

Do that.

Kill him.

Is that enough? Go away now.

Why did you hit Chatti? You should've hit me.

My children.

You're a mother. You won't be able to beat them.

What to do? The entire village is fed up with him.

They always complain.

He's so difficult.

Sister, a day'll come...

when the whole village will praise Mirza.

He'll get educated, and become a respectable young man.

He? He'll become respectable?

The villagers will always curse him.

He'll face hurdles.

But he won't remain here.

I'll take him with me.

And when he returns a young man...

you'll call your son a diamond.

Honestly, brother?

Take him, and make him a human.

Yes, sister, when he returns...

you'll be proud of him.

God bless you, brother.

If my going makes you happy, I won't go.

Let it be. Come on, son.

Whose son? Get lost.

Come on my dear.

Okay, but how'll we go?

- On foot. - Go alone.

- On horseback? - Yes, only then.

- When will you be back, brother? - Whenever I want.

Take food for the journey.

No need. Get my bow and arrow.

Okay, sister, and listen.

If Mirza doesn't return, his bow will.

- Okay amma, salaam. - Live long, son.

Let's go, mamu (uncle).

Oh, dear.

May Allah break your hands for breaking my beautiful water pot.

- Who are you? - I'm Mirza.

Why did you shoot this arrow?

- I always shoot arrows. - Idiotic archer.

- Was this your father's pot? - No, but my mamu's.

He's right. He's my nephew. I've brought him back with me.

Of course. After all he's your sister's son.

I've asked you to think of my sister's son.

Help him, but Chaudhary sahab won't.

- Okay, mamu, give. - What?

- I'm going. - Where? - Home.

I won't survive here.

Yes, humiliate me.

Just brought him over from sister's.

Any more insults for Chaudhary in front of this child?

Pacify him or else he'll go away. Do you hear?

- Yes. - Then be good to him.

- Mirza, you'll stay with me. - Think over it first.

- Yes, I have. Go and play. - Mamu, should I?

Yes, son. Go and play.

Hope miyanji falls ill today

It will be fun

Hope our prayers are heard

I'll sit here and teach everyone

For one mistake, I'll slipper them four times...

and lead him by his ears outside the village

Our prayers are answered.

- How? - Miyanji is really ill.

- He's ill? Today's a holiday.

(Children playing a game of flying like a butterfly...)

(and finding rhythm in rhyming words...)

(none of which make sense if translated.)

I hope you die, ugly face.

You die, you fat nosed.

Your nose is like a scoundrel's fat thumb.

I'll strangle you.

- I'll break your teeth. - Have you seen your own?

Who are you?

- I'm Mirza. - Oh, hang Mirza.

Swearing?

Forgive me.

- Will you ever fight with her again? - No.

You're very nice. Who are you?

- I'm Mirza. - Won't you ask me my name?

Why should I bother?

Then why fight for me?

- That's my habit. - Will you play with me?

No, I don't play with girls.

Then with whom?

- With my bow and arrow. - Idiotic archer.

- Why are you following me? - I don't follow girls. I'm going home.

- Then walk at a distance. - How, when our way is one.

So stubborn.

- You won't listen? - You too.

- Me? - Yes. Why are you walking with me?

- It's you, following me. - I've come home.

Shall I call my abba (father)?

- Call. - Abba! - Mamu!

- What's it Sahiban? - Brother, he's teasing me.

Really? I'll deal with him.

Why are you teasing her?

What are you doing? Brothers fighting with each other?

- Yes, son. This is Mirza. - Who cares?

Whatever. You have to live here together...

and play together.

- Are you reading or staring at me? - Think what you wish.

- Look at the book. - What's there in the book?

A B C D

Also on your face.

- On my face? - Yes.

Your nose is A...

eyes B, forehead with chin J.

Get up from here.

- Why? - It's my place.

Oh. So you wish to sit near Sahiban.

And I should get up?

- I'll teach you a lesson. - Miyanji!

Who cares for miyanji.

Is this a classroom or a fighting ring?

Mirza wants to sit in my place.

So you're Mirza.

Chaudhary was praising you.

- Go and sit at the back. - You're siding with him.