The Breadwinner Page #2

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Zaki's dirty diapers.

How are you feeling?

Better...

now that you're here.

Maybe if you didn't wash

your hair so much, we wouldn't

run out so quickly, eh?

- Parvana...

You should

have some respect.

Why don't you eat?

Hm? Things always look better

when your belly is full.

- Yes, Mother.

Zaki! Zaki!

Wait 'til

I pull up your sleeves!

No, Mama-jan! No, Mama-jan!

There. There you go.

Don't eat all the

raisins, Parvana.

Leave them for Zaki.

- Why don't you give him

that big raisin

on your chin, Soraya?

Oh, but it's not a raisin.

It's a big, hairy mole.

Parvana...

Apologize to Soraya.

Parvana.

He's in there!

I saw him!

If there are women present...

- Baba?

...cover yourselves now!

That's the man!

An enemy of Islam!

He's got forbidden books and

he's teaching the women

with them!

Nurullah Alisai! You must

come with us quietly, or it will

be worse for you!

Baba!

- You can't take him!

- Baba!

Mama-jan!

Where is he being taken?

To prison.

They'll teach him a good lesson

in Pul-e-Charkhi.

Baba!

Mama-jan?

Can I light the lamp?

Hush, Parvana.

You'll wake Zaki.

But if they let Baba go,

he'll need the light

in the window to see home.

How could he come home?

He doesn't even have his stick

to walk with.

Now, go back to sleep.

It will be all right.

How do you know that,

Mama-jan? How do you know?

Be quiet, Parvana. She has

enough to worry about.

Hey! Zaki! Stop it!

Get up, Par vana.

Stop laying around.

- Why? What's going on?

You and I are going

to find Baba.

The boy said he was being taken

to Pul-e-Charkhi prison,

so that's where we are going.

We can't go outside

without Baba!

Soraya is writing a letter for

the prison governor to protest

Nurullah's arrest and ask

for his release.

At least

I can give them that.

Mama-jan, it's not allowed!

We might be all right

if we don't draw attention

to ourselves.

- But we can't...

Come on, Parvana. And bring

Baba's walking stick.

We have to get going.

Mama!

Hey!

Hey, you!

Salaam. Can you tell me

the way to Pul-e-Charkhi?

Salaam.

It's east. Past the river.

But it's a long way.

- Thank you, sir.

- Listen, go through

the old town

or you will be caught.

Why are you out here by

yourself? Where is your husband?

- I... I have no choice!

- It's not permitted to be

out here without your

husband or your brother.

I am sorry, I know...

- Do you understand?

- I am bringing a letter

protesting my husband's arrest...

- Just go home!

- No!

- What do you mean, "no"?

- This is Nurullah Alisai,

my husband. He was arrested

last night with no charges...

- Photographs are forbidden!

- What are you doing,

showing me a photograph?

Out here, by yourself?!

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