Original subtitles

Creatures. Creeping up towards the light.

Leaving behind the water to find a new home.

My children, listen carefully.

I will tell you a story about the Attabad landslide.

Is everything alright, Hamid?

Don't waste the fertilizer.

Come over.

Come over, Basit.

Look over there.

Do you see the ducks?

In the water.

In the ancient times there was an Ibex.

It had beautiful golden horns.

When his first baby was born,

the Fairy of the Ibex

warned all the hunters not to go hunting that day.

The Fairy didn't want any harm

caused to the Ibex baby.

One hunter got curious

and went to hunt anyways.

What do you want?

Relief!

Give him the duck!

Want to hold it?

Hey Grandpa, take it!

Go, show it to Grandma!

Grandma!

Hey uncle, look at this.

Go kids, turn the other light off!

It takes a lot of load from the generator.

Did you switch off the one in the bathroom?

Is it really off?

Be careful of your hand.

My grandson, I will tell you

about the old times in Shishkat.

We had many animals which would graze in our land.

We had a lot of fields and trees.

Our trees would produce loads of fruits.

We had enough to make packs

and give them to our neighbours.

Our apricots were delicious.

After the landslide of Attabad happened

our house and fields drowned under the water.

We were left with nothing.

We were forced to live in a shelter.

Let's go. Let's go.

I need two kilos of spinach.

Put in fresh ones.

Of course.

Majeed will give you the money later.

This is my land. From down here it was all my land.

The old ancestral home was there.

The people came,

and they helped us to break the house down.

In the winters, when the water goes down, the land is getting visible.

The hunter climbed the highest mountain.

In the sunset the hunter saw

the shimmering golden horns of the Ibex father.

The hunter pointed his gun at the Ibex,

aimed

and shot.

But then the hunter discovered,

that he had accidently shot the newborn Ibex.

Here they are.

Well done.

Here hold them.

We have enough.

This one has become all crispy.

It's sun burnt.

What did you guys do here?

Wait. Damn, the hook's too sharp!

There aren't any worms around.

In the darkness of the night the broken hearted hunter

found a cave in the mountains and laid down.

While sleeping, the Fairy appeared to him in his dreams.

Retreat!

You will find no refuge here,

for invaders are not welcome.

The hunter woke out of fright from his dream.

In the middle of the night he packed up everything

and headed down towards his village.

At the day of the landslide I was with my mother.

There was a lot of dust on her hair.

Everything was covered in dust.

We were wondering why the sun looked different.

Let it go!

Get aside. Get aside.

It's going. Let it go!

Grandma!

I want to put them inside.

You're gonna fall down!

Be careful!

Hold on to the steps.

Go! Bring the birds inside!

Grandma leave! Let me do it!

Get the stick!

Yes, like this.

Get the ducks as well!

Now close it!

You're a good kid!

Where's your pocket?

I'm gonna put these inside your pocket.

And the candy in this pocket.

I have two pockets.

No, you have four pockets.

So this is the candy I got...

Oh, the bride is ready!

Find me!

Alright...

Do you want a footballer-cut?

Should I cut your moustache as well?

No.

Hold your head straight.

Close your eyes.

Well done!

Happy Birthday Basit!

Hold it tight!

On the way to his village

the hunter looked to the mountain peak

and spotted the Fairy

running down with a herd of stomping Ibexes.

Their collective attack caused

a massive landslide from the mountains.

The sound of falling rocks kept growing louder.

Half of the village falls.

The Fairy vanishes.

When the river had swallowed everything,

we were left helpless.

Then you were born, Basit.

Now we planted a new apricot tree for you,

hoping that by the time of your marriage

you could eat the fruits it bears.

Listen and wait.

And give way to the birth of relief.

You...

have killed a baby Ibex,

belonging to the Fairies.

They have called you to the mountains!

You will become an Ibex.

That's what the fairies told me.