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What are you doing, Papoo?

You're a sweeper's daughter.

Finish your own work.

Sop hitting her!

Papoo's mother is beating her again.

Is everything okay at work, darling?

Did you say that, my sweet?

You should not lie.

Long live Pakistan!

Long live Pakistan!

Did you go?

Yes.

Did you pee?

The park has really changed.

Hindus, Muslims, and Sikhs

are keeping to themselves.

Only the group around you remains the same.

Yes, Shanta.

We all hover around you,

like moths around a lamp.

Some moths!

You Hindus eat so many beans,

it's not surprising your yogis levitate.

They probably fart their way to Heaven.

- Can I go?

- Yes, go.

So today he's become Allah's telephone.

Nobody has as many sidelines

as our Dil Navaz.

Thank you, Allah, for letting me

connect your followers to you.

Holy man,

we have three daughters.

My wife wants to know

if Allah will grant her a son.

Seven.

Eight.

Six.

Allah!

Do you hear me?

This poor woman wants a son.

She has three daughters.

Do you call this justice?

Allah's been very busy lately.

On one side, independence.

On the other side,

Muslims and Hindus fighting.

Allah!

There is no limit to your generosity.

For you, this son-less woman

is a queen

and will be son-less no more!

What happened?

Holy man,

telephone Allah and ask him,

after the British divide lndia,

what will happen to us?

Sorry, the line is cut off now.

Why is your Allah's line cut off

for the Sikhs?

You idiot, this is a private line.

If you want to ask questions,

telephone your own God.

Wait a minute.

I'll just ask Allah.

Allah, have mercy on us,

have mercy on us.

Allah says,

"When the time for division comes,

there is going to be a huge storm,

and you will all fight like animals."

I have to go.

I have an appointment

with our Muslim Leader, Jinnah.

Papoo is getting married.

Yes, Janoo.

Her Father's arranging her marriage

to a Christian.

Good God, it shouldn't be allowed.

Times are bad.

He's becoming a Christian.

Anyway, these days, his Hindu Gods

don't count for much in Lahore.

Okay?

Keep the box in your cupboard.

You look lovely.

Give this to Papoo,

not her mother.

Wake up, Papoo.

Wake up!

Lame-Lenny, will you ever find

a bridegroom?

Of course, stupid.

Ice Candy Man, Masseur,

Zookeeper, Hari, and even Cousin Adi.

Lenny-baby, come quickly.

Papoo's bridegroom is here.

Papoo's getting married

to a young boy.

In the name of the Father

and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost, Amen.

Why are they marrying Papoo

to that old man?

Fear is making people do crazy things

these days.

Come here, Chotay!

And take Madam's order!

Two rotis, one daal,

one mattar paneer.

And make sure it is hot.

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