"Whether we remain alive or not.."
"..memories will."
"We may or may not meet in future."
"Let's halt here."
"Why this always happens.."
"..in love?"
"Hearts come together.."
"..only to separate."
"Just don't say anything."
"Accompany each other."
"Cherish the memories."
Good evening and welcome to a special edition of 'From The Front'.
Over the past few weeks we have been reading and..
..hearing so much about the prisoner situation..
..between India and Pakistan.
And one particular Pakistani who has been kept in custody..
..for seven years longer than her original sentence..
..has been the spearhead for this issue.
We have with us today Ms. Kainaz Akhtar.
The Pakistani woman who has been fighting her case..
..first to be released from jail and then..
..to be allowed to go back to Pakistan with her daughter Seher.
Seher is an Indian.
She was born in prison, on Indian soil.
So Kainaz can no longer stay in India.
And Pakistan doesn't want Seher.
Kainaz, thanks a lot for talking to us.
Thank you.
You met the Pakistani foreign minister in Delhi.
What happened after that?
Afterwards, when we were about to reach Kashmir..
..we found out that four people were killed in a bus blast.
One of them was our acquaintance.
Uncle Suri.
Go back! She is a murderer.
Get them out! Where are you going?
Open the door. - Open. Open.
Hey Pakistani! Come out!
Or else you will char to death.
Leave India or die!
It's good if she chars to death.
This is what should happen with these Pakistanis.
Char them to death! - Char them!
Come out! - Out!
What are you doing? Are you mad?
The woman and her child will die!
It's good if they die!
She is a terrorist. She should be charred to death.
Somebody help!
Somebody call aunt Suri. - Bring water.
Or else they will kill them.
Vedant. I have his number. - Go.
Hello.
Brother Vedant, there is a fire here.
What do you mean?
They have set Dhruv's house on fire.
Both of them are alone inside.
Please come fast.
Did you inform the police?
Inform the police. Fast.
I will inform the fire brigade.
Are you not coming?
I...am trying. But first, inform the police. Please.
What happened?
Mama, somebody has set the house on fire.
Kainaz and Seher are inside the house.
What? Fire?
What are you saying?
Why are you here? Go to them.
But mother.. - Just go.
The surgery will go on. I am here.
Are you sure? - Go. Go.
I will be back soon. - Yes. Go.
Call me if you need anything.
Come out. - Come out.
Hey terrorist! Come out.
Hey! Fools! - Come out!
Move back! Move back! Move back!
What are you doing? Are you crazy?
Beware if anyone does anything.
Pawan, you? Aren't you Santosh's son?
And you, Sanjay? What are you doing?
Is there no humanity in you?
Being humans you are burning humans.
Don't you want to avenge uncle Suri?
Don't take his name. Who are you to take revenge?
Do you know?
If your uncle Suri had seen all this, he would have died.
These Pakistanis have killed him.
They didn't kill him. Terrorists have killed him.
Who are you people to kill them?
Poor people have come back on hearing the news.
Why won't they come back?
You are monsters to kill them. - Seher.
Seher. Seher.
Stay here. Stay here. Stay here.
Help them. Help them.
Don't move from there.
Come out. - Come out.
Let them burn. - Let them burn.
Let them burn. Move.
Let them die.
Move! Move back!
Kainaz. - Come out.
Come out. - Seher.
Seher. - Here.
Move. What have you done?
You won't interfere today.
We will explain to these scoundrels..
..in the language they understand.
Kill them! - Move!
Why are you sympathizing so much?
Don't you remember? These people killed your brother.
They are not those who killed my brother and uncle Suri.
We will barge into their homes and kill them.
Don't forget that you are burning my brother's house.
Why are you taking their side?
I see. You are anti-Hindu, after all.
In my career I have interviewed many such people..
..who kill others in the name of religion.
And today, there is no difference between them and you.
Yes. Pakistan is giving shelter to terrorists.
And you are giving shelter to them. - True.
Kashmiri Pandits have been banished from their homes.
He is giving them a home. He is doing everything.
He is trying to stop us.
After how many more deaths will you understand..
..that India and Pakistan's brotherhood is all nonsense?
Everybody does drama to sell news on TV and newspaper.
Bus service, Samjhauta Express..
..Bollywood people working with them, cricket match..
..all these are tactics deployed by those..
..who have not lost their kin.
I feel furious.
Moron. Even I feel furious.
At those who use these innocent people as weapons.
They are innocent people. Look at them.
What do you feel when you look at them?
There is no difference between your child and her child.
How will you feel if someone calls your daughter a terrorist?
See her face. What do you think? What is she?
She is a Pakistani.
I am not a Pakistani. I am an Indian.
When I was 15 years old,
.. I used to go to study.. at a neighboring village's mosque.
Our teacher taught us that those who live with..
..non-Muslims are infidels.
They should be killed.
I have been living in India for seven years.
So according to him, even I am one of them.
An infidel.
Maybe that's what they have been taught.
When I would look at the open sky and mountain everyday..
..from the bars of the jail's window, I would see the same..
..open sky and mountain that lies in my country.
Nature is the same for everybody.
It's humans who make boundaries.
Once when I woke up, my hair was not there. I had turned bald.
I wondered how I lost my hair.
I looked everywhere. My house was also scattered.
I looked everywhere. There is no hair. No hair.
Finally, I got tired and I started crying.
I cried and told God, "Please return my hair."
I went to sleep and woke up and my hair was back.
And it was curly.
You should return to the hospital.
I don't think it's right to leave you and Seher like that.
Hello, aunt. Come. - Hello.
Kainaz, bring plates.
Come, son. You guys also come.
You people eat, aunt. We will finish the work.
Dinner will turn cold.
Sit, dear.
Let it be.
Dear, your uncle used to love it.
Both of you were his favorite.
Sit.
Seher, unlike your uncle Suri I won't give you a chocolate first.
You will have to first finish the plate and then you will get chocolate.
Okay?
Two chocolates. - Okay. Two chocolates.
Vedant.
Radha told me that your father is in the hospital.
Son, you go to him. I will stay here.
No, aunt. It's okay. I will go later.
You go. All of us are here.
Don't worry.
Go.
Yes.
Operation was successful. We have put the stent.
There is some infection in his lungs. He will get well soon.
Thank you, doctor.
How do you feel?
What happened?
You take so much burden on your heart.
How could you have endured it?
Carefully. Hold on.
Carefully.
Vedant? - He is coming.
He must have some urgent work.
What is this? This is nothing.
Stop it. Stop it.
How long will you punish him and yourself?
Stop it. It's enough.
What happened with Veer wasn't his fault.
But what is happening with him is definitely our fault.
Yashodhara.
Enough. - This..
I know this is not the right time for these talks.
But later, it might be too late.
He feels it was entirely his fault.
He feels guilty.
He is killing himself to fill Veer's void.
I have lost one child.
I don't want to lose another son.
Tell him it's not his fault.
Please tell him.
Please tell him it's not his fault. It's not my son's fault.
Yashodhara.
My son didn't do anything wrong.
Please tell him.
He didn't do anything.
Yes, mother. Everything is fine here.
Have dinner and go to sleep. I will talk to you in the morning.
I love you, mom.
Bye.
Yes, Rafiq. Is everything fine there?
Don't worry. Everything is fine here.
Thank you.
Had you not been there, wonder what I would have done.
It's nothing.
Now you also rest for some time. Please.
Yes. I have to just write a follow-up letter..
..to the Pakistani embassy.
To Zulfika Rehmat.
Once it's done.. - Can't you do that tomorrow?
What is the need to spoil the night?
Sleep for some time quietly.
Yes, boss. Goodnight.
Okay. Bye.
Yes, Rafiq. Is everything fine?
It's me.
You are still awake. Is everything fine?
How is your father?
He is still in ICU. But better than before.
Thank God.
Kainaz.
I am sorry.
I couldn't reach on time in the morning.
Seher must be frightened.
She is much more braver than I thought.
There is a meeting in the embassy tomorrow morning.
Please remember.
What happened?
You do manage to find hope in the harshest of times.
I want to learn this from you. I want to change myself.
Why to complain that Farooq left me and married someone else?
It's better to break my ties with a weak man like him.
Why to remember what Mohammed did with me?
I only want to remember...
My...
...my child.
My life.
Who is with me now.
What difference does it make that some people's hatred..
..tried to kill us today?
Hatred paled in front of so many people's love.
Thank you.
Is it easy to keep hope alive?
To believe that some day you will return home.
Yes. If you have faith in someone's hope.
Are you talking about your lawyer Vedant Rathod?
How has your life changed in the past few days?
I have changed.
If you view the world with hatred..
..you experience only hatred.
If you view the world with love..
..you experience love.
Kainaz, you? Come in, dear.
Sit.
If you had not come yesterday..
Somebody else would have come.
There are more saviors than haters.
But that's it, dear.
They have learnt to keep quiet.
Seher.
The court sentences head constable Mohammed Siddiqui..
..to 15 years of imprisonment.
When you used to drop stones in the vase every morning and drink all the water.
Hey, Ved!
Come on. I will serve dinner.
Come on.
Kainaz, some pilaf.
No. It's enough. - A little.
Thank you.
You didn't take anything. - It's enough.
Thank you.
It's enough.
Done?
You invited me home. Thank you.
Seher is eating at someone's house for the first time.
I hated you a lot.
Nothing can give a father greater sorrow..
..than performing his young son's last rites.
Along with the son, his father's soul also dies.
I was Jammu and Kashmir's police commissioner.
A very powerful man.
I wielded a lot of power.
But not in my heart.
I was a very selfish man.
I was engulfed by my things, my sorrow, my hatred.
It made no difference to me what someone else is going through.
When you needed it the most, I didn't give you shelter in my house.
Only Vedant supported you.
Every father wants that his son should be like him.
But today...I am really pleased that..
..my son is a much better man than me.
I am sorry.
No.
Every person has his own way of dealing with pain.
Your children are your shadow.
They are not different from you.
Kainaz has made milk pudding.
I will bring it. - I will come with you.
Shall we go?
Come. Let's bring milk pudding. Okay?
Come.
Hey! She has gone to sleep. - Yes.
Wear this shawl. It's very cold.
Thank you.
She is so adorable.
I will bring your medicine.
Vedant.
Come here, son.
Come here.
Sit.
Son.
I spoke to you so harshly. I did so many things.
So much of taunts. So much of hatred.
Papa. - And you endured it silently.
Papa, please. No need to say anything.
Listen, son. Let me speak.
You gave us your entire life.
After Veer's death there was a void in my heart.
I kept crying for him.
I didn't realize when you filled that void.
Son, what happened with Veer, happened.
But it wasn't your fault.
Do you understand?
It wasn't your fault.
Aunt Suri.
Vedant.
A register letter had come.
I thought it's urgent. So I signed and accepted it.
Thank you, aunt.
This naughty girl is sleeping.
Goodnight, dear.
The letter is from Pakistani embassy.
Both of you...can return to your country.
I am outside.
It's only today that I have realized..
What now?
What we wanted.
You will return to your country.
Isn't this what you wanted?
Can't I stay here?
I wish.
But this isn't your country.
You will have to go back.
My father had given me this talisman.
I don't have anything else to give you.
What you have given me...
is enough to spend my whole life.
So finally, you are returning home.
How do you feel?
I don't know.
You fought such a big battle to go back.
You had a husband and your world in Pakistan.
Now it's not there.
Didn't you think of settling down in India?
I am a Pakistani.
Each Indian and Pakistani newspaper..
..is carrying only one news.
Both of you are everywhere.
People are supporting you a lot.
You faced some problems here.
But because of all that your country is eagerly waiting for you.
We will reach in some time.
It's amazing.
See, how many people have come to bid you farewell.
It's not a small thing.
It's a kind of movement.
Bye.
Sir, paper please.
This is the child's paper.
Both of you can go.
Thanks.
Won't you come with us?
No.
Because you will come back to meet me.
Pakistan is your mother's country.
Similarly, India is also your country.
Don't forget.
Remember.
What if I miss you?
Do what I will do.
I will look at the sky.
And whenever I see a kite, I will talk to it.
Thinking that I am talking to you.
To my Seher. That's it.
You also do the same thing.
Goodbye.
Come on, dear.
People fight to unite.
But our fight was of separation.
Both of us won.
But we earned only tears.
You were a bird. And I was a fish.
Our world was different.
Different language. And different country.
Everybody said we cannot unite.
But I won't forget the moment you made me hear the heartbeats.
People fight to unite.
But our fight was of separation.
Perhaps love is all about union and separation.
Giving your love what it needs.
Both of us were imprisoned by our understanding.
You released me in such a way that even freedom felt ashamed.
People fight to unite.
But our fight was of separation.
I promise you that we will meet.
Every night through the moon.
I will send you a message through the blowing wind.
Both of us will be together in our thoughts.
And in tender memories.
I will say that I met a crazy man who taught me about living.
You tell everybody that a stubborn neighbor..
..had come to your house.
It's enough now.
I will remain silent.
Silence is more meaningful.
I will tell everybody to be like you.
That's all I can promise you.
If I say anything more, I will start crying.
People fight to unite.
But our fight was of separation.
Mother!
Nazu.
- Mother.
Nazu.
Mother. Mother. Seher. Seher, mother.
My daughter, mother.
My child.
Seher, your granny.
- Sister. - Junior..
How are you, sister?
Mother, look.