Fiza
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2:42:00
Each Sunday, we ate sour berries.
Massaging my head with oil.

2:42:13
Hiding my mischievous
deeds form mummy

2:42:17
Else, mummy would give you a
hard slap.

2:42:25
Don't remind me.
Don't remind me, Aman.

2:42:31
You go now, sister! Go!
- No

2:42:35
Police is taking their position
2:42:37
I will never leave you behind.
- Go sister. Go.

2:42:43
Give me the gun...!
2:42:53
Okay. But on one condition.
- What condition?

2:43:01
Look at me, sister.
2:43:07
Look at your Aman.
2:43:12
In a short while either police
will kill me. Or law will hang me

2:43:19
And people will see
the show of my death.

2:43:24
How can they know that I had died
on streets of city on that night.

2:43:36
You won't put me in their
hands, sister.

2:43:42
Promise me.
2:43:49
I'm not proud of my life.
2:43:53
At least let me die with honor.

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