The Clay Bird Page #4

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Because I like Arabic.

I don't like Urdu at all.

You insolent boy!

Who are you to decide

what's good and what isn't.

This won't be tolerated here!

I've heard

you don't play with the others,

you wander outside the madrasa.

Some westernized schoolboys

must be corrupting you!

Understood?

Yes.

Get out!

They say I hang out in the bazaar,

with boys from un-lslamic schools.

But I never leave the madrasa.

I have no place to go.

This madrasa is my home.

I want to take you somewhere.

Do you want to go?

- Where?

- The place I go every day.

My secret hideaway.

Let's go.

I had no idea such a place

existed behind the madrasa!

Watch your step.

Do you get a strange scent?

Try to smell it.

Where did you get all this?

I just collect it. Nice isn't it?

See the picture of a winged horse?

I drew it myself.

What incredible stuff!

Only you and my special friend

know this place.

He comes here?

Remember the sweets

I gave you that night?

He gives me a lot of things.

But no one can see him.

Only he cares for me.

- Let me show you something.

- What?

Look at this!

Isn't it neat?

Her fever isn't going down.

Your medicine helped her last night

but now she's worse.

She needs a doctor.

No, she will get better.

Have trust in Allah.

Don't worry, I brought medicine.

The doctor refused to give it

without seeing her

but I explained the situation

and told him her symptoms.

He gave this syrup.

Give her one dose in the morning

and one in the evening.

How is she?

Give that to me.

You have no idea.

You know what

this antibiotic will do?

It will totally destroy

the effect of my treatment.

After much effort

I found a special remedy.

It's the best homeopathy

for her fever.

You understand?

Rokon, hurry up!

A rainstorm is coming!

Uncle Milon!

Asma is very ill.

We must go immediately.

I've arranged your leave.

Go get your things.

Fulpur! Anyone for Fulpur!

Milon!

Good that you brought Anu.

Karim, let's go.

Every day,

the floodwaters are rising...

Your mother did try to save her.

But luck wasn't on her side.

Uncle!

It's Allah's will.

You have to be strong

for your mother's sake.

She struggled so hard

with your sister.

I remember

when your mother came to

the house as a young bride.

She was like Asma, very restless.

She was only fourteen.

Kazi was much older

so she used to play with Milon.

Kazi was very different then.

He dressed like an Englishman.

But he suddenly changed.

He became deeply religious.

What a change that was.

Suddenly,

with toupee cap and beard...

His wife's games ended then.

A wall sprouted around the house.

She had to wear a veil,

even at home.

Kazi was a new Muslim,

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