Look at Salma.
All her life she had her way with Bay ji.
She picked her husband,
decided her wedding,
this must be her will too.
She didn't show up for her mother's funeral.
Her children had exams.
Or she would've come.
What could be more important than Bay ji's final rites?
Who am I to curse anyone?
I couldn't do anything for Bay ji either.
If only Shameem was here,
he could've performed Bay ji's final rites.
My husband too is no good.
Every new thing is a sin according to him.
Uncle.
Shameem.
Shameem....Bay ji.
Bay ji is no more.
She is no more
Shameem.
Finally, you thought about your mother.
I swear I missed you a lot.
Look, I brought this shawl especially for you.
Liar. Aren't you ashamed of falsely swearing on your mother?
You'll realise when your mother is dead.
For God's sake Bay ji, don't talk about dying.
If anything happens to you,
I won't stop kissing you until you spring back to life.
I know how much you love your mother.
I know you like Umi more.
- Go on. Go and kiss and hug her. - I will.
Take a look at this first.
It's such a sexy colour.
- You're looking so sexy. - Maxi what?
I said sexy.
Exactly. Go drape it on her. She'll look sexy.
Forget her. Come with me.
- Where? - Take a look in the mirror.
- Shammo. - Come on.
What is it?
Look.
Now drape this around.
Oh my, God.
This...
You look exactly like Madhubala.
Madhubala you say.
Shammo, now leave me alone.
I am very tired, now let me sleep.
I am tired too. I'm going to sleep here today.
Have you lost your mind?
- Sleep with me. - I'll sleep in your arms.
You are a grown-up now, Shammo.
Leave me alone. Ouch, my knees.
You're hurting me, Shammo.
Bay ji had locked the room.
She wouldn't allow anyone to go in.
She used to say this is Shammo's room.
She used to get the room cleaned once a week.
Come inside.
Umaina, your jewellery.
She used to say they belong to my daughter-in-law.
They only suit her.
Take a look. They are all here.
Get some rest.
I took really good care of Ali.
He goes to school now. He's in a good position now.
I took good care of him too.
Ali isn't our keepsake, Humaira. He's your son.
Your own son.
Mom. Mom.
My son's back.
Where were you? I was looking all over for you.
You know, there's a surprise for you.
What surprise?
- Someone's here to meet you. - Who?
Come here.
Ali.
I want to kiss him.
Hug him.
You know when I used to tickle him,
he would laugh aloud.
I want to hear that laughter again.
He didn't even cry when he saw us.
He has grown up.
I think his habits have changed now.
He doesn't even do mischief anymore.
Umi, I think...
I think we shouldn't have come back.
We didn't do the right thing coming back.
He had a tough time adjusting himself.
And now once again...
At least the dead find peace,
but those we lose never forget.
We've returned in his life,
but maybe he can never forgive us.
No, he will forgive us.
If we forgive the one we haven't forgiven yet.
The motive we're returned with,
should begin with him.
Greetings, brother.
Where is Tony?
I am asking you a question.
Where is Tony?
Please tell me if you know.
His life can be saved.
Tony...
Do you know where he lives?
He's a young boy.
This one? The one up ahead?
Get lost scoundrels.
At least let me die in peace.
Why don't you leave me alone?
Get lost!
Why don't you leave me alone?
I don't have any food.
Get lost.
Why don't you...
Shameem?
Why did you come here?
Go away. Go away.
For God's sake, just go away.
Everything will be fine.
Tony, come here.
Go away.
Come here
Stop it
Calm down. Calm down.
Everything will be fine.
Come in, sister-in-law, feel at home.
I am a big scoundrel.
I always take over places I go.
No, it's okay.
I must say you've a big heart.
Any other woman in your place,
she would've thrown me out of the house.
Get out!
Return my husband to me.
I'll be right back.
That boy has no shame.
He wanders around the house and their room like it's his own.
What do I do?
Come here. Come here.
Come here at once.
What is going on, huh?
Do you have any shame or not?
He wanders around the entire house without any restrictions.
Don't you have any shame?
Throw him out of your room. Throw him out of your room.
He's Shameem's friend, Bay ji, what can I say?
Shameem's friend.
Okay, fine. Shameem is a guy but you're a woman.
You are also hanging around with them all the time.
What do I say?
You enjoy this, don't you?
You guys are always laughing and joking around.
I am telling you to throw him out of your room.
Throw him out of your room and your lives.
Since that... he'll make me curse.
Since that scoundrel came in this house,
Shameem's forgotten all about his family and religion.
he's forgotten about his own mother.
Why don't you try? He always listens to you?
You try to explain to him.
Otherwise don't show me your face.
Go away.
I said go.
He's nuisance. I hate him.
Shame on that guy.
What are you cooking, sister-in-law?
Turnip with peas.
Turnip with peas?
God, so much oil?
Are you from Saudi Arabia?
No wonder Shameem's putting on so much weight.
You don't take care of him at all.
It's too much.
And look at the flame.
This isn't the right flame to cook food.
It's like the flame of hell.
Lower the flame.
Let me cook, give me space.
You'll burn the food. What are you doing?
I won't burn anything.
By the way, you live in a strange family.
Joint family system.
A family whose joints are weak.
If I was in your shoes,
then I would've run away to the jungle with their child.
I would sit under the waterfall, bathe in it.
Then love him.
And all the animals would be looking at me.
Rubbish.
You don't talk much.
Fine, I'll just sit here and do commentary.
You can continue working.
Excuse me.
Oh, excuse me, my goodness.
Formalities.
Listen, girl, look at me.
Look at me.
Don't be shy of me. Even I'm a girl on the inside.
Like Shameem.
What can you expect from a man that talks rubbish?
Why are you always so quiet?
Must be because of that cruel Bay ji?
She looks like a monster.
Like the ones in Indian movies, like...
I will curse you!
Why did you go to the temple alone?
Let my son return and he'll teach you a lesson.
This was the last thing I had to see in this house.
Don't touch me.
I will break everything.
- I will break everything. - Wajeeha.
- I don't want anything. - Shameem...
This is not Shameem's fault. He made these for you.
Don't try to be too generous. I know this is your fault.
You're responsible for it.
I know why he rejected me.
- Because he's having an affair with you... - Wajeeha! Mind your tongue!
Hey...
why should she mind her tongue?
Did you ever act responsibly?
Did you?
You're burning in the fire of hell and dragging my son too.
You've ruined this family,
and you're telling her to mind her tongue!
I am sorry, sir.
He's in the fourth stage of HIV.
The cells that create resistance and immune system in the body,
are pretty low.
He's got TB.
He's got slim chances of survival.
You must admit him.
Because this virus can be dangerous for you as well.
Umi.
He's dying, Umi.
Even we're dying because of him.
Thanks to him my son doesn't want to see my face.
I lost my daughter because of him.
I've been abused.
Been accused of several things.
And you want me to forgive him.
I am not that generous, Shameem.
Okay.
You cannot forgive him.
Then don't forgive him.
But you can sympathise with him.
He's been abused...
...much more than we have.
At least we have each other to support.
But he has no one.
To bring about a change...
...one has to make an example.
I am not forcing you.
But yes,
I've not lost hope.
Go talk to brother Abdullah for money.
I'll stay with him.
All this belongs to you, Shameem.
God's my witness.
I took care of your business as long as I could.
You don't have to ask me for money.
I don't want any of it.
I want enough money...
...to treat Tony.
What are you made of, Shameem?
Such faith.
Such mercy.
Eat.
We'll need these injections twice a day.
Please get them.
I'll get them.
Listen...
Yes?
Are your eyes natural?
Yes.
Next time you'll inject me.
Listen...
Make your visits regular, please.
He was hot.
Wasn't he?
Drink your soup.
It doesn't spread through touch.
You owe him.
God's given you an opportunity,
don't waste it.
I can't see it.
Shameem, are we...
No.
I don't want to die a helpless death like him.
I am sorry.
Hug!
Wajeeha, like every other girl,
was waiting for her prince charming to arrive.
She never realised that she could be her own hero.
You've passed, you fool.
What's wrong, sister-in-law? Give me a hug.
I am very happy.
The conclusion, Future of human rights...
in the world of the Greek city states of about 2700 years ago,
the citizens enjoyed the right to vote.
The male citizens...
enjoyed the right to property and equality.
I always wanted my sisters to study,
but everyone quit their studies midway.
But Wajeeha completed her BA privately on my advice.
Then Masters.
And then PhD.
Now she was rejecting boys.
Can I get you something? Water?
So what have you two decided?
We tried to run...
...from this disease.
But the more we feared it,
the crueller it was with us.
There must be dozens of people like us,
hiding away in nooks and corners waiting to die.
We've decided...
...to fight against it.
We'll challenge it.
We don't want this disease to become our helplessness.
We'll turn it into a light.
People who are hiding,
we'll hold their hands.
We couldn't save our daughter's life.
But we'll strive to save other lives.
I want to support you in this good deed.
- Fatima - Wait!
My daughter is absolutely right.
Umaina...thank you very much,
for saving my daughter from me.
We began from shelter homes,
where HIV positive patients are dumped.
Yes, dumped.
Like garbage, their families dump them there.
They are not fortunate like us,
to have an option to return.
Our second step was to lay the foundation of a school,
where AIDS-affected children could be educated.
We called the school Ali and Alvina Trust School.
You must be wondering why Alvina.
It was our daughter who couldn't see this world,
let alone receive any education.
To commemorate her unmarked grave,
we have started a branch of Ali and Alvina Trust School.
We've been making people aware of AIDS.
In the entire process, we lost several children.
But we tried to give them the happiness they deserved,
as long as they were alive.
I neither lost my religion nor my life.
I didn't lose anything.
Being a part of this movement, I only gained.
This battle isn't over yet.
It will continue until the last person on earth,
who hates AIDS patients and not the disease.
What about Ali?
I think Ali never forgave us.
I think he's the only person we couldn't win back.
Is that why he's not present here?
Ali is right here.
Me.
I am Ali.
Umaina and Shameem's son.
When I was offered this session I was furious.
I rejected it as well.
But then I realised,
that I've had an inferiority complex my entire life.
I am their rejected son Ali.
A person who hated their achievements his entire life.
Their son Ali.
But today...
Today I can proudly say...
I've missed you...
I love you, mom dad.
I am proud of you mumma.
I am proud of you papa.