Fiza Page #2

Such behavior won't be | tolerated there.

You first control yourself mummy.

It has been six years! You've | made this home a waiting room.

Eyes look out from the window...

Ears attached to the door...

Heart that scares at every sound...

For all 24 hours-day and night | it's always the same!

Have you ever thought how | much you have changed?

To hide the red in your eyes, | you turn your face from me.

Why did you stop? | Bring out anger of your heart.

I won't say anything.

Because I'm your mother. | I gave birth to you.

Don't know how long it'll go on!

When can we live in peace?

Don't ask this question from me - | - Ask your own fate.

Everybody talks about fate. | A good, but a shallow word.

What'd you eat? | Shall I make turnip?

Yes! He relished it very much.

He used to eat until | all was finished.

Sister, a man gave these flowers.

Who was the man? | - Didn't tell. Came in a big car!

He came in a big car! | - Yes. Asked me to give to you.

Alright, you may go.

Who is this crazy that quietly | sends flowers to my daughter.

But he seems miserly. | - These are orchids! Cost a lot!

Really? | Why did you throw them.

Dear, flowers should be decorated | in flowerpot. They'll bless you.

No one brought flowers like your | papa. Basket full of jasmine.

And I used to distribute them | to all our neighbors.

But now. Now there is no one to | put flowers on his grave.

Hi flower girl. We are waiting | too. Throw some flowers on us.

Oh my Raspberry! | - Give us these flowers.

Give us the flowers. | - Come over here, girl.

Hey, she's throwing turnip. | - Please, throw one more.

Where's my fast moving train | going with the flowers.

Don't call me from behind. I'm | going on some important job.

My calling won't hurt you. Even | mother's curse is a good omen.

May I cook a parantha bread! | - I don't have time.

Just in one minute. | - I know how long your minute is.

Okay! Then come back soon. | Come before sunset.

I'm always worried. | - I will obey your curfew.

Mummy! | - It's for good omen.

For God's sake you shouldn't | speak in English.

Good. You should go laughing so | that you can return laughing.

What a beauty! God protect her | from evil eye. Dust in my eyes.

Fiza darling is so beautiful. | Her youth has blossomed.

Lock your lips. You're mad to | say whatever comes to your mind.

Am I mad?

Whole world was mad. Mad about my | voice-mad about my postures.

Things change with times. Gone is | time, people who appreciated me.

Otherwise, my beauty is the same | and my voice is the same.

And your stupidity is the same...

Stop waking late nights for girls | else, you'll always be defeated.

Shall we've one more game. | - Forget about the game.

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