No, no, no! No, no, no, no! I've done nothing, sir. Sir, sir. Oh, sir, sir.
Hello, brother.
Hello, Ashmita. How are you?
I'm doing fine. How are you?
How is mummy doing?
Mummy's fine too.
How... How do you know?
Yes, yes... Did you see him?
No?
How did you find out?
In Kashmir?
Jammu?
Okay... Since how long?
Yes, yes, I'm still on the line.
Yes, yes, keep talking. I see.
Keep an eye out. I'll call again.
Under the shadow of the sword,
our Master of Madina has shown us the way to paradise.
My brethren, he has shown us the way to paradise.
Paradise lies under the shadow of swords.
And, under the shadow of Kalashnikovs,
and under the shadow of cannons. He searched, but he could not find it.
He swooped like an eagle,
and he crossed the borders of the world and reached Chechnya.
His hands had blisters, people said, put some ointment,
He said, I am from Madina
I will not even use any ointments.
Well, he would apply honey on his cut fingers...
He would have that same honey...
Will y'all be able to suppress such people?
Those who don't need your medicines,
those who don't need your clothes, those who curse you on your face.
Their dogs are more good-looking than you.
They may be someone else, the one who loves white people.
We do not even deign to spit on the faces of white people.
The white man whose heart holds apostasy,
the white man whose heart holds hatred for Islam