Children of War Page #5

You know I will not give up

that easily.

I'll cause a ruckus in

the corridors of power.

There is hope, Amir.

Take this.

Meet him.

He'll know what to do.

Good-bye Kha-mi-da bibi

Good-bye Ba-arsh-in

You know son,

these people will

always be here,

in their own village.

You will be able to

find them whenever you want.

They don't need you anymore.

But we do.

Mariyam has a lot

to learn from you

Yes.

And Razia also needs you

to help calm her baby.

Then a day will come,

when you will return

amongst your people.

We will also come with you,

en route our village.

We will come together.

Come with us.

Good-bye Ro-ona aapa

You know that we are

going to Charghat, don't you?

The same place you had

promised your father to go to.

Said bye to everyone.

Alright.

Ok then,

may god be your guardian.

Kausar, why don't the two

of you also come with us?

Why do you want

to stay here alone?

Get up! Let's go.

Come on.

I will come along.

Rafiq! Come.

Please come.

In the darkness of our reality

we look for fragments of

our existence

In the darkness of our reality

we look for fragments

of our existence

With the touch of every breath

we hope for familiarity

We look for our reflections

and footprints in time

We look for our reflections

and our footprints in time

We are where we were

but our world

has drifted away

Our own shadows have left us

Our shadows have left us

to become one with the night

Would you extend a hand

and listen to the

woes of our hearts?

Soaked in tears

our faith is limp

In the darkness of our reality

we look for fragments

of our existence

The moon light

is drenched with

someone's sorrow yet again

The moon light

is drenched with

someone's sorrow yet again

Once again a lonely cloud

has wandered from its course

A song that was

not yet complete

A song that was

not yet complete

has lost its tune

along the way

A dream trickles from the eye

and shatters as it falls

Your memory is now

the only ray of hope

In the darkness of our reality

we look for fragments

of our existence

A part of my heart

still questions time

A part of my heart

still questions time

What disrespect did I show?

What was my sin?

The little story of our hearts

The little story of our hearts

still remains unfinished

Why was this sadness

forced upon our smiles?

Why does my heart

feel this piercing pain?

In the darkness of our reality

we look for fragments

of our existence

I 've said this

many times before,

I don't like filth!

And then...

what's wrong in

what I'm saying?

No.

Abstain from anger.

Anger is a sin.

Anger is the

work of the devil.

Would you like to kill me?

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