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Just kidding. I've always wanted to say that.
(BOTH GRUNT)
-KAMALA: Wait. That's Hasan Nana? -Yes, and...
What I could remember of her, at least.
And whatever you do, don't let go. Go, go, go, go.
I don't think I can eat.
they'll unleash their world onto ours.
I don't know. But it must've been important to someone.
-What? -NAJMA: He made his choice.
-Kamala. -Nani.
Why should I protect those who betray me?
(SPEAKING HINDI)
Come.
Though we may not have fancy armor,
-I'm here to warn you. -I'll distract them.
-(GLASS BREAKING) -(NAJMA GRUNTS)
Train station? Why? Where are you going?
-Rukhsana, this is my daughter, Kamala. -Assalamualaikum, Auntie.
This whole time it was you and you didn't say anything?
(GUITAR STRUMMING)
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
(DRUM MUSIC PLAYING)
Your skin is so dry. Are you again on one of your strange diets?
Go.
-I know what it means. -Yeah, I thought so.
Yeah. You know what? Um...
Even your powers are made of it.
-About the bangle... -That bangle belonged to my mother, Aisha.