RAZIA · Episode 01 [English Subtitles] | Mahira Khan - Momal Sheikh - Mohib Mirza | Express TV

Ladies and gentleman, we have brought a troop in your city for everyone. Scrumptious food for adults, colorful bangles and henna stalls for ladies, rides and exciting games for children. The joker is going to make you laugh, the fireman is going to blow fire out of his mouth. Mumtaz Begum will scare you with her fox's torso and please you with her cute face. There will be music and songs, and story telling also. Our mission is to take you away from your hearts. It is requested that you keep the

place clean and take care of the environment. Keep the children close to you and if you lose them please contact the main counter. Respect the women and cooperate with the administration. Single boys will get arrested if they try to get inside secretly and if they tease the families they won't be able to escape. Dear citizen have fun to the fullest, come yourself and bring your friends too. hose idea was it to perform in this festival? -The one who has to perform. -She has gone crazy. Leave it,

you tell me have you checked the sound? Yeah, everything is done. But when will madam arrive? She will be here soon. Ladies and Gentlemen, my dear fellow countrymen, my dear friends, old ladies, sisters, and those who are ogling and drooling over these sisters and nudging and harassing them by taking advantage of the crowd, while making their own mothers and sisters their crown of honor, and the brothers who sigh while ogling others' mothers, daughters and sisters, My greetings to all of you. Wh

o am I and why am I, that doesn't matter. Why am I here among you, that's important. So, let's end the suspense and come to the point. I am the narrator, the story teller. The chick is amazing. And you are at the height of shamelessness. You are sick bro. When will you stop thinking, seeing, saying from between your legs? Hospital, go left and then extreme right. Get yourself treated. This is my part time job, it will continue along. Let's come to the main issue now. I'm here to tell you all a s

tory. No, you don't need to worry at all. Because neither there is a cruel mother in law in my story, nor a sister in law who is craving for her rich brother in law. Neither there is any sensation in the name of rape, nor there is any frustration of a man who is stuck between his two wives. Neither I am going to glorify the toxic hero in the name of love nor I am going to tell the tale of a damsel in distress. Then what is it in your story? There are dreams, there and questions and their answers

, there is wistfulness, desires, problems and destinations. There is hope, there is greed, and it is very intense. It's your and my story. A very sweet story. Ladies and gentlemen, become a part of my story. Let's begin Razia's story. The Muslim League (N) has succeeded in the general elections with two-third majority. A huge number of party workers are celebrating in different parts of the country. The leader of Muslim League (N), Mian Nawaz Shareef has declared this victory as the victory of t

he people and Pakistan. He expressed his goal in his address that Pakistan will soon be a part of the list of developed countries. Moreover, he invited the opposition to cooperate with the government in these difficult times. -Is Zohra Saleem with you? -Yes, she is my wife. -Her condition is critical. -Excuse me? I mean the patient's condition isn't good, it can come to a point where we will have to choose either the mother or the child. What are you saying doctor? -Doctor, is the baby a girl or

a boy? -What difference does that make? If it's a boy, please save the baby. Tooth powder, tooth powder, you fell for the marketing tactics of humanity, and sectarianism. You took your neighbor's aggression seriously, you took the religion seriously. You took the narrative of politics and the narrative that the state is above the constitution. You bought the narrative of the lion. Will you hurry up? It's been an hour and you are still not able to get this tent upright. Just don't worry brother,

consider it done. -Don't worry, consider it done? Hurry up. -Five more minutes. Dude, you are taking so much time in just two pots, how are you going to manage 10 pots on brother Saleem's son's birth celebration? I just started, it will be done in no time, don't worry. Everyone has just started... Don't worry, I am a famous chef. The food will be ready soon. Show me, show me this one. No, the color doesn't seem nice. -Show me. -Here you go. Yes, this one is nice. The color is nice too. -Auntie

Hajra. -Yes? We all deserve a lawn suit each too, after all we will celebrate too. We are no strangers. Of course, being neighbors is no less than being relatives. I will give you not one but two suits each. Just let me hold my grandson first. Hey, where is the dhol player? Dear, we can get the good news any minute now. Hurry up. -Are all the arrangements done, Kashif? -Yes, auntie, everything is done. As soon as brother Saleem gives us the good news I will start the celebrations here. Right. Th

ere you go, auntie, brother Saleem is calling. Wait a minute, I will hear this good news first. Hello? Yes, Saleem? What's the good news? How is my grandson? You had a daughter? There goes my lawn suit. Sadly, a girl was born. How will the family propagate now? I mean what legacy? Which family? Are you the last emperor of the Mughal Empire that if you don't have a son who is going to take care of it? What have you accomplished in your life that you want a son in its legacy. And these grandmother

s, they will cry their heart out that oh, a boy isn't born. You are a woman yourself, you know it, you have been through all of this. But no, you turn your daughter in laws into a baby making machine just to get a grandson. That's the limit. Just imagine, if God gave the right to humans to give birth to boys only, and only men would have been born, how would have been the world? Let me tell you. Sorry. The body is like a shaking symphony. The body is like fragrant moonlight. Does it suit him? Oh

my, oh my! The face is fresh like a flower, Is it his face or is it a moon, His moon us being robbed of its moon light. And would it suit him? As his hair spread the night arrives, The night starts to end as his hair sway. Uncle! You must have had a lot of experience, you tell me, How would have this world have been? Whom would have we said that it is impossible to praise the beauty of my dear. Enough, do you want me to cry now? -I am going to cry. -No, uncle, you don't have to cry. It's my Raz

ia who will cry now whose birth is God's will only. In the dark ages, they used to bury their daughters as soon as they were born. We keep them alive, so that we can bury them everyday. A son becomes his father's support. And a daughter is like a burden on him. You have to feed her, bear her expenses for 20-22 years, and then any stranger would come and ask for a huge dowry and will take her away. I would suggest that you start saving money for her marriage right away. Or else you might have to

ask others for help when it's time. I asked your wife so many times to come with me, get the blessings of the cleric who lives on the hill. You will definitely going to have a son. But she never listens to me. Mother what had to happen has happened, nothing can be done now. Now, listen, prepare for another child, and tell your wife that if she doesn't give birth to a boy this time... This little soul has no idea what she has to go through now. The one who has declared as a blessing by God, for n

ow, is a burden for her father and a threat for divorce for her mother for not giving birth to a boy. I need some clothes for her. We bought baby boy clothes only. Yeah, well, you should have given birth to a boy then. It was not in my hands, I... Please don't argue with me. I have already spent a lot in the hospital. Just make her wear whatever you have. There you go. Now you listen to all this crying all night. This is a tried and tested formula by the cleric on the hill. One amulet in a coole

r full of water. You'll see, she is going to have many sons. -I wish it happens. -With God's will. Here you go. Keep this. Your wife's health is poor. It's necessary to have a gap in having children. This way the mother gets healthy too, and this little one is able to get complete attention and love. Saleem's mentality didn't change but Zohra's doctor was changed. The first right which a daughter is deprived of while the parents want a son is the ignorance of her existence. Her frock is being ma

de by the leftover cloth of her mother's dress. She is raised while playing with broken pots. Nobody dotes on them. Even if they accomplish great things, their names aren't taken with pride. Because everyone wants a boy. Stop! Why are we dancing? -We? -Yes. Why are we dancing? Because brother Saleem has got a son after three years. So, dance! Okay, enough! Thank you. -Congratulations. -Thank you. Give them some sweets. Come, brother Saleem. -Greetings. Oh, mother. -Greetings. -Congratulations. -

Congratulations to you too, Saleem, my son. My dear daughter in law. Praise to be God. Here, take this money for charity for your son's safety. -Sure, mother. -May my dear grandson be safe from evil eye. Give him to me now. I have been longing to hold him since so long. -Mother! Hey,mother. -Auntie! Mother, mother! -What's wrong, auntie? -Saqib, get some water. -Quickly! -What's wrong mother? Hey Saqib! Call and ambulance. Mother! The amulet by the cleric on the hill had guaranteed a grandson on

ly, not the grandmother's life. I can bet that if a girl was born she would have been titled as the ill-omened one, as the grandmother passed away as she was born. Wake up mother! Which reminds me, there was a daughter in this house too. Where is she? Hey, listen, cancel the chairs, send floor mats and sheets with some beads. And listen, cancel the dessert from the menu too. Brother Saleem's mother has passed away. Oh, my prince. -What are you doing? -I'm playing, dad. Leave your brother's toys.

Right, they are your brother's toys, we will show them to him. Hey, my prince. When you make noise, see what dad has got for you. This... this. Look at the other one, a crocodile. Isn't it nice? And this one is my favorite. A monkey! My dear! My prince. You will play a lot, I have got so many monkeys for you. -Mom. -Yes, dear? -Where are my toys? -Toys? Which toys? Dad has got toys for Ali so he must have gotten for me too. Mom, tell me where are my toys? Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday t

o you. -Happy birthday dear Ali. -My prince. Happy birthday to you. -That's more like it. -Very good. -And some for you too dear sister. -Now they won't have dinner. -Give some cake to him, yeah. -To him? Here you go. -Have some more cake.Great. -Wow! Let us all eat now, after all my son has turned five. My prince, wonderful, give me five! That's like it, turn one more time. We'll go quickly now. Turn from here. Mom, when was I born? Which date? On 29th October. Why don't you celebrate my birthd

ay then? Why not? We always celebrate your birthday. When did you celebrate? I don't remember. And Ali has got so many gifts, where are my gifts? Dear, you are not supposed to compare yourself with your younger brother. Why shouldn't I? Dad gets everything for him only, he gets nothing for me. You have started arguing a lot. Don't say all this in front of your dad. He will get angry. I know that, he only gets angry at me. You will have to learn how to balance, good boy. Be careful. Like that, ve

ry good, proper. Come on, ride it properly. Feet on pedal. Like that, not fast, pull the brake. Come on, come on. My prince, give me five. Again, we have to go again. See, yeah carefully, careful man. Like this. Little Razia had understood something big. There is a difference between her and her brother. -Let me ride it just for a while, Ali. -No, it's my cycle. -Aren't you my dear brother? -I'm not, move away. Do you want to ride the bicycle? -I don't have a bicycle. -Do you want to ride one? -

Hey, wait, wait. Give me the cycle. -Why? It's my cycle. Are you giving it to me or do you want a slap? Get off. Stand over there. Go. It was the first time that somebody has taken away from someone and given it to Razia. And this was the beginning of Razia and Mannu's friendship. She is riding it so well, and having fun too. She is so happy. -Did you have fun? -A lot. I'm Mannu. I live two lanes ahead. I'm Razia, that's my home. Let me know if you want to ride the bike again. -You sure? -I guar

antee. Dad, I want a cycle too. -What are you going to do with the bike? -I will ride it, Dad. Razia, I am going to get a new doll for you tomorrow. You play with that. You won't be able to ride a cycle. -But I want a cycle only. -I have said no. Dad, I know how to ride a bike very well, and not on four wheel like Ali, but on two wheels. I have said no to you once, now just stop it. You'll ride a bike... come on, massage my leg properly. -What do you mean? Girls don't ride bikes? -Dad has told m

e. He just lied to you because he didn't want to get one for you. Mannu, why don't you buy a cycle? I will take it from you and ride. I shall buy one? Do you even know how much it costs? -No. -It is for 3000/- rupees. -So? -What so? You are a boy, you just ask your dad and he will get you one. Besides, boys can get everything. Dad? I don't have a dad. He has died. It's okay Mannu, mine hasn't died and still he doesn't get me a cycle. Razia! Get inside, quickly. I've been calling you for so long,

couldn't you hear me? -And who was he? -Mannu. Mannu, Mannu who? He is my friend, mom, he lives in the next lane from us. Girls aren't supposed to be friends with boys. What are girls supposed to do then? They can't ride a cycle, they can't be friends with boys. They aren't supposed to ask questions too, and you ask too many questions. We can't ride a cycle, we can't be friends with boys, we can't even ask questions. Where am I going to get 3000/- from? -Many congratulations on your wedding. -T

hank a lot. May God keep you happy and blessed. Everything, all the arrangements went smoothly? Yes, by the grace of God. Wait, Ali. Ali, Ali, wait! Wait, Ali. -What are you doing? -I am looking for a prize. Ali, Ali, Ali! -There is a cycle in these bottle caps too. -As if you can win a cycle. Forget the cycle and enjoy the biryani. Razia, do you want some biryani? Mannu, fetch a shopping bag, we have to collect some bottle caps. ♪ Looking for my dreams ♪ ♪ In the bottle caps of Cola ♪ ♪ I hold

fireflies in my hands ♪ ♪ And look for the night ♪ ♪ I hold fireflies in my hands ♪ ♪ And look for the night ♪ ♪ Neither do I have any complains ♪ ♪ Nor any hopes from someone ♪ ♪ I have left the crowd ♪ ♪ To look for myself ♪ ♪ I have left the crowd ♪ ♪ To look for myself ♪ ♪ It's autumn, all the flowers have dried ♪ ♪ I look for spring in thorns ♪ ♪ It's autumn, all the flowers have dried ♪ ♪ I look for spring in thorns ♪ ♪ It's autumn, all the flowers have dried ♪ ♪ I look for spring in thorn

s ♪ ♪ It's autumn, all the flowers have dried ♪ ♪ I look for spring in thorns ♪ ♪ Whoever stops you ♪ ♪ from winning ♪ ♪ Over and over again ♪ ♪ I look for their defeat in their victory ♪ ♪ I look for their defeat in their victory ♪ ♪ Looking for my dreams ♪ ♪ In the bottle caps of Cola ♪ ♪ I hold fireflies in my hands ♪ ♪ And look for the night ♪ ♪ I hold fireflies in my hands ♪ ♪ And look for the night ♪ ♪ I hold fireflies in my hands ♪ ♪ And look for the night ♪ Razia wasn't alone now. There

was someone who was her own. Because of whom Razia felt like she existed. This was Razia's happy ending. The story has just started. Razia has rebelled for the first time. There has been a mischief for the first time. A lot of fuss will be created, a lot of getting back. My Razia has to still suffer a lot. It has to come to fragile egos yet. There is still a lot more that I have to tell.