Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Is it that train from that night? -Yes.
-Hi. -Hi.
Do you know what it says?
Well, it's quite Muneeba, though. She always was a bit of a rebel.
-Who are you? -What are you?
Thank you.
FAIZAAN: All right. You ready for the best meal of your life?
WALEED: Push! Now!
-And I thought I needed a break. -(CHUCKLES)
AISHA: If there's even a chance this bangle
Kamala, you remember your cousins, right?
Nani, why did you send this to me?
My passport is Pakistani, my roots are in India.
A Djinn? Of course. At least, that is what my father told me.
-Bye. -OWAIS: Bye-bye.
Ammi.
(HORN HONKING)
When you're ready, we have much to discuss.
KAREEM: Hold on tight.
AADAM: Come on.
It is not about how I see the vision or if you are a Djinn.
Even at my age, I'm still trying to figure out who I am.
No.
One more left and then right, little bit right. Okay?
MUNEEBA: Kamala, your room is on the right.
(GRUNTING)
WALEED: For hundreds of years, that scarf has protected the identity
(SPEAKING HINDI)
(IN ENGLISH) Kamala, please don't be weird. We're here to visit.
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)
You know, you liked them as a child.
(WOMAN SPEAKING URDU OVER PA)