Found your profile through ao3 and loved your fic so much! I love the way you write prose, and I really loved the way you included urdu(?) names for relationships (like aapa)- it was amazing detail!
I loved LOVED your Ulfat, SP and Rehman fic- the dynamics, the tension, the internalised guilt was so well conveyed and I loved that Ulfat was ready to do anything necessary to keep Rehman. I hope, if you can, you write more fics about them
Your Hamza x Yalina fic was so sweet and soft, and loved your Uzair x OC fic as well- the parallels to him being blood soaked while kicking her father’s head, and eating her out was amazing
Your writing is amazing! Thank you for what you do
you - you have no idea how sweet this message is. istg ive been spending the last fifteen minutes just giggling like a baby and rereading this ask over and over again!
im so so happy you liked ocean water! yes, i do have more in store for them. thank you so much.
im also so glad you caught the parallels in the uzair fic i was cackling working those in.
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Three promises Rehman Baloch keeps, and one he breaks.
No spoilers for D2.
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1.
The air in the haveli was thick with the copper tang of the streets and the heavy silence that followed a slaughter. The Sher-e-Baloch had returned, but he was not the man who had left. Her husband sat by the window in their bedroom, his hands resting motionless on his knees. He had claimed Lyari in broad daylight, but the victory looked like a defeat in the slumped curve of his shoulders.
Ulfat watched him from the shadows of the doorway. The grief for Naieem was a jagged ache in her chest, a void that no amount of revenge could fill. For days, she had looked at Rehman and seen only the man who had failed to protect their firstborn. But as she saw him now, broken by the very brutality he had unleashed to honor their son, the ice around her heart began to thaw. The memory of Babu Dakait’s blood on his son’s hand had touched a visceral part of her.
She moved toward him. In the silence, the silk of her tunic against the rug sounded like a child’s whisper. Rehman did not look up.
"It is done, Ulfat," he murmured, his voice a shredded thread of absolute exhaustion. "The debt is paid in blood. But the house is still empty."
"Of course the house is empty. The light has gone out, Rehman," she whispered, stepping into the circle of the moonlight spilling in.
He finally looked at her, his eyes twins of terrifying fire now dampened by a profound guilt. "I killed him like an animal. In front of the world. And yet, I still see Naieem's body on the hospital table floor. I promised him a legacy, and I gave him a grave."
Ulfat stood behind him, looking over his head outside the window. As her gaze passed over the gardens where she had once strolled arm-in-arm with her son, a memory surfaced, bypassing the horror of the last week.
"Do you remember the night he was born?" she asked softly, her fingers finding his shoulder.
Rehman stiffened. Ulfat felt a tremor pass through him.
"You were so much younger then," Ulfat continued, her voice sounding almost ghostly. A tear trailed down "But you were already the Lion. When the mid-wife finally put that tiny, screaming bundle into your arms, you didn't look like a proud father. You looked like a man declaring war."
Rehman turned to face her. She looked straight ahead.
"You held him against your chest. He was so small then, Rehman - and - “ she broke off, undone for a moment at the memory of the weight of his gaze. “You made a promise that night. Do you remember?"
Rehman’s breathing hitched, a failure of his composure. "I said I would protect him."
"No," Ulfat corrected, a sad, melodic smile touching her lips. She could see him in front of her, now, her husband with her first baby in his arms. She repeated the words that had been carved into her head since that day. “Agar koi - chahe insaan, jinn, ya Khuda - mere bachche par ek ungli uthane ki jurrat kare, to main khule aasmaan ke neeche uska pet cheer kar bahar nikaal doonga.” Rehman’s breath hitched again, but she continued. “Main duniya ke tukde-tukde kar doonga taaki uski neend na toote.”
“Aur ab uski neend kabhi nahi tootegi.” His voice was so quiet that Ulfat almost didn’t hear him.
She looked at him finally.
"You didn't murder Babu Dakait today because you wanted the throne of Lyari, Rehman. You did it because you are a man of your word. You were twenty years late to that promise, but you kept it. You told the world that no one touches a child of this house and survives to boast of it."
Rehman let out a low groan, a sound of absolute surrender. He leaned forward, burying his face in the folds of her dupatta, his rigid frame shaking with the first real sobs of his grief.
Ulfat wrapped her arms around him, acting as a bulkhead, letting her own tears flow. She didn't shush him. She simply held him, her hands performing a slow, rhythmic tracing of his spine, just as she used to do for Naieem.
With the grief, however, the fear crept in. The blood had claimed a boy who was not even part of the dark world his father inhabited. What dangers might appear next?
“Rehman.” Her fingers suddenly tightened on his shoulder, scratching against the fabric. “Rehman, the danger, it follows you around, always. What if something happens to you? Promise me - ”
2.
The rain over Lyari was the worst it had been in years. Sixteen-year-old Rehman stood in the shadows of a warehouse, his tunic soaked to his skin, his hand resting on the hilt of a rusted blade. The news had reached him through a frantic, melodic whisper from a dock-rat: Uzair Baloch’s parents were gone. A strike in broad daylight. The boy was alone in a blood-slicked apartment, surrounded by the vultures of the street, ripe for the taking.
Haji Laloo’s men stood at the exits of the warehouse, their presence a structural bulkhead designed to keep Rehman in his place.
"You’re here to earn your fucking keep, baby boy," one of the older guards leered. "Don't get soft over a dead branch of the family."
Rehman didn't answer with words. He moved with speed, using the element of surprise to shoulder past the guard. When the man tried to catch his arm, he swung an elbow into the man’s ribs, the sound of the impact lost in the roar of the clouds. He vaulted over the crates, his boots making no sound on the wet wood, and disappeared into the rain.
The apartment in the Chakkiwara district was a tomb of shattered glass and the metallic tang of iron. A six-year-old Uzair was huddled in the corner, his small frame vibrating with a tremor. He held a shard of a broken porcelain plate like a dagger. When Rehman kicked the door open, the little boy surged forward with an animalistic hiss. He struck at Rehman’s shins, his movements clumsy. "Door reh!" Uzair screamed, his voice a shredded thread of absolute agony. "I don't want you! Go away.”
Rehman didn't flinch. He walked through the strikes, his massive hands reaching out to catch the boy. He didn't pick him up gently; he dragged him toward the door, his grip a heavy, unyielding anchor.
"You're coming with me," Rehman growled, hoping his voice didn’t break into a squeak the way it sometimes did these days. "Baloch hai tu. Itni aasaani se nahi marega."
Uzair fought him every inch of the way, his small boots scraping against the floorboards. He snapped, his teeth grazing Rehman’s forearm. "You can’t tell me what to do!" the boy howled. "Chhod de mujhe! Mera baap nahi hai tu!"
Rehman stopped. He didn't let go of Uzair’s arm, but he knelt until he was at eye-level with the six-year-old. The rain from Rehman’s hair dripped onto Uzair’s face, mixing with the boy’s hot tears.
He realised he had no idea how to take care of a screaming child. He caught Uzair’s face in his broad hands. "Listen to me, Uzair," Rehman said, making sure the child heard every word. "I am not your father. I don’t want to be. Even then, as long as there is breath in my lungs and iron in my hands, you will never grow up as an orphan. I promise you that."
Uzair’s lip wobbled. He’s so tiny, Rehman thought. How the hell am I going to take care of him?
"Aap… aap mera kya karenge?" Uzair whispered, slumping against him suddenly, all the fight having left his bones. Through a window opposite, Rehman noticed two black cars pulling up.
“Do you know how to pack a bag?” The boy nodded against him. “Good. Grab some clothes. I’ll be right back. Don’t look out the window.” He retrieved his knife, disentangled himself from his brother, and stepped out the door.
3.
The report card felt like a time bomb in Faizal’s hand, the bold red ink of the "F" a familiar scar on the page. He stood in the center of the haveli’s drawing room, almost feeling the floorboards vibrating beneath his sneakers. To his left, his father sat like a monument, his presence making the very air feel heavy. It was almost difficult to believe this was the same man who
Faizal knew the story of his failure. The school principal had tried to "gift" him the passing grade - scared of the Sher-e-Baloch's shadow - but his father had personally driven to the school in his black jeep to ensure the opposite. His father had "talked" to the authorities, insisting that a Baloch son either earned his way or stayed behind.
His mother was in the middle of a lecture, her voice a shredded thread of disappointment that hurt more than a belt ever could.
"Three years in the same grade, Faizal," she said, her hands performing a sharp gesture toward the report card. "Do you think we pay the tutors so you can draw maps of the shipyard in the margins of your history books? Tumhara mustaqbil tumhe koi mazaak lagta hai?"
Faizal looked at his father. Rehman didn't speak; he just watched with those eyes that seemed to see right through Faizal’s soul.
Faizal felt the pressure rising, so he did what he always did to survive the gravity of his parents: he leaned into the friction. He offered a lopsided, cheeky grin.
"Why does the eighth standard matter, Ammi?" Faizal asked, his voice a staccato light-heartedness. "I’m not going to be a professor. When I grow up, I’m going to join the factory with Uzair Chachu. I’ll be as brave as Abbu, dekhna! When I - ”
The reaction was instantaneous. Rehman surged out of his chair, the movement so fast that Faizal forgot what he was about to say, his heart hammering.
His father cupped his face in his warm hands, and said in a voice that curled around his spine, “You will never go to the factory. You will never hold a gun. You will never know what the scent of warm metal feels like.”
"Abbu, main to bas - ”
"I know you were joking. Unfortunately, I am completely serious. The blood of the streets has taken enough from me! I will not lose another son - ” he broke off. Faizal instantly felt close to tears. It had been over a year, but he still missed Naieem bhaiya like anything. He surged forward, burying his face in his father’s neck. He felt his mother’s hand in his har from the back.
“I swear it.” His father said, voice muffled. “The blood of the streets will never touch you.”
The three of them stayed like that for a long while, until Faizal started getting uncomfortably sweaty. He tried to be serious and still, he really did. But his mouth ran away with him again.
“Ammi, if I pass next year, can Chachu start teaching me how to ride a bike?”
If anyone noticed him rubbing his ear constantly during the Eid celebrations in the evening, they were kind enough not to remark upon it.
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“Rehman.” Her fingers suddenly tightened on his shoulder, scratching against the fabric. “Rehman, the danger, it follows you around, always. What if something happens to you? Promise me - ” her voice broke. She was unable to say it.
Her husband took her face in his hands. “Whatever happens, Faizal will never have to know what it feels like to grow up without a father. I give you my word.” He kissed her forehead.
what i love about rehman's babies is that they're all so... loved, i guess? naieem is a ray of sunshine, laughing and smiling, and getting annoyed with his baby brother. faizal cries openly in front of his father, and again cries in front of everyone at his father's funeral. no pressure to be "strong" and "brave". uzair is playful and trusting, even in the kinda grimdark world he works in. even hamza is kind of adopted by him, to the extent that hamza's rise to power in d2 completely mimics rehman. rehman might have had a terrible life but his children got the best lives possible.
and then he dies due to his own fault at the hand of his own kid. anyways
Okay for the last fucking time people, Dhurandhar is an A rated film. It was evident that there would be explicit violence. There was nothing shocking about that. Technically speaking, there is no need for most stylized or cinematic excesses when making movies, including sex scenes or violence or over the top musicals and dance numbers. The entire point of a movie is the plot AND the aesthetics. You personally didn't like the violence. It's okay - it's not everyone's cup of tea. That is understandable. But calling it unnecessary in a movie clearly belonging to a certain genre seems like a moot point.
So, bottom line, please stop cribbing about violence in films clearly rated for violence. It makes you sound pretty fucking stupid. Also, if you think the violence shown in the film was too much, watch one of the documentaries made on Lyari or just go through the news of that time. Aditya Dhar didn't even scratch the surface of the actual level of violence prevalent in Pakistan at that time.
And asking for art house direction in commercial cinema by calling cinematography as a spectacle for insinuated sadistic glee doesn't make you sound like an intellectual babes - it just makes you look dumb.
oh god. yes. also in comparison to other a-rated movies there's kinda like an aesthetic restraint to the violence too. everytime a gore scene happens, you KNOW its going to happen. there's no surprise or anything. and it's all plot relevant, too. even when i found some scenes uncomfy personally, i never once found myself thinking they were 'unnecessary'.
As nice as it is to have a message about how you can always be a better person and be forgiven and be loved no matter how many evil things you do, as important as that message can be, I think we need add in more of the part two of that message to Star Wars stuff.
If you do choose to do evil things, some people WON'T forgive you for it. You're always capable of being better and making better choices and you can still be loved afterwards, but not everyone will do so. Sometimes, your actions will have consequences and those consequences will be that people who'd loved you once don't love you anymore and that some people won't forgive you for what you've done.
And that is a part of the whole process. As nice as it is for Anakin to just constantly be getting forgiven by everyone he cares about, it also feels incredibly unrealistic that everyone he cared about and betrayed keeps deciding to forgive him for it anyway. Part of the journey should also require accepting that some of those people WON'T forgive him, that he's hurt them enough that they can't look at him without remembering the pain he'd caused them. And that's okay! That's what happens when you do evil things, and it feels like it would be important to force him to accept that this is a consequence of his choices, to see him LOSE something or someone he genuinely cares about as a result and all he can do is accept that.
But Star Wars doesn't seem to want to showcase that. Pretty much all of their "redeemed" characters just end up getting universally forgiven. Crosshair gets forgiven by everyone and even gets apologized TO by someone he'd hurt for holding his crimes against him. Satine dies and Korkie disappears and anyone else who could hold Bo-Katan's crimes against her either forgets all about it or simply doesn't know it. Kallus not only gets universally forgiven and accepted as a rebel, but he gets literally taken to the secret homeworld of a species he'd led a genocide against and actively tried to eradicate from the galaxy.
It just feels like Star Wars doesn't want to deal with the idea that sometimes, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much better you choose to become, some people simply WON'T forgive you for the things you've done if you've hurt them badly enough. And I'd love more representation of that, because choosing to let someone go when they've hurt you, even if they say they're sorry later, can be incredibly healing in its own right. It feels like it could be an equally important message to send as the one about forgiveness. Sometimes people won't forgive you and you DO have to learn to be okay with that. You could grow into one of the most moral people in the world and it won't necessarily make someone forgive you for your previous choices. Sometimes you won't be able to forgive people who hurt you and that's okay. It doesn't make you equally as bad as the people who hurt you if you decide you no longer want those people in your life anymore.
We've had a lot of stories now about villains who redeem themselves and get universally forgiven by everyone they've hurt. I think it's time to have the flip side of that for once.
At the risk of pissing off most of fandom: what I wouldn’t give for fic exploring the idea that Obi-Wan can love Anakin and mourn for what happened—and still not forgive him. Because Anakin killed their Jedi family. Maybe he didn’t issue Order 66, but Obi-Wan watched him march on the Temple, on their home, and kill everyone in it. The younglings, yes, but consider who else was at the Temple—it would have been the Jedi who could not serve on the battlefront. The Healers, the sick, the elderly, the librarians and archivists, the cooks and cleaners, the crechmasters… Their most vulnerable, to put it mildly.
Yes, Obi-Wan blames himself for Anakin’s choices. We know that, whether it is appropriate for him to or not. He mourns him. But I would love to see something where he meets an Anakin who has turned back from the dark side (I know, I don’t believe it outside RotJ either but just for the sake of fanfic)… And maybe Obi-Wan can still love him. But can he really forgive him? Maybe. Maybe he can forgive him for himself, but I do not believe they could ever have the same relationship they had before.
(And I don’t mean forgive Anakin like… Forgive him and absolve him of what he did. But just stop carrying the pain of it and the blame. I’m not wording this well, but—like OP says, you can forgive someone and still not want them in your life.)
I think I lost my point in here somewhere, but I think that yes: Obi-Wan does and did love Anakin unconditionally. But that does not mean he would (or has to) forgive Anakin for the slaughter of the Jedi and welcome him back into his life like none of that matters, no matter how much he blames himself or understands why he made those choices. Unconditional love does not mean unconditional forgiveness or making excuses.
Yes! Exactly this! I would ALSO love this concept where Obi-Wan does forgive him because he HAS to in order to let go of the pain and anger, but that doesn't mean that anything has been forgotten and that the damage Anakin did to their relationship can be at all fixed.
I have an entire AU in my head (based loosely on a fanfic I love) where Padme lives and manages to capture Anakin in an attempt to "save" him, but neither she nor Ahsoka nor Rex are able to actually get through to him and so they bring in Obi-Wan to see if Obi-Wan's able to actually do anything, and... it works. Not quickly, not immediately, but it works.
I know there's lots of reasons why Obi-Wan theoretically shouldn't be able to ever get through to Anakin, there's narrative thematic reasons for why it could have only ever worked with Luke, but Luke is like 5 years old in this AU and Anakin is stuck in a cell with no way out other than to sit there and talk to Obi-Wan and convince Obi-Wan that he's stable enough to be trusted with people's lives. And I am still convinced that Obi-Wan was the ONE PERSON that we ever see Anakin actually willing to be selfless with (other than Luke later, just that once). Obi-Wan is the ONE PERSON who truly manages to get through to Anakin, the ONE PERSON whose opinion of him matters enough for Anakin to not just do whatever he wants when he's angry. There's MULTIPLE moments in canon to back up that Obi-Wan's relationship with Anakin was the healthiest Anakin ever had and that Obi-Wan had a capacity to get through to Anakin in a way no one else really did. And above anything else, Obi-Wan was Anakin's guide. That's what a Master is, a guide for their student to figure out how to walk their own path. And that's what Anakin needs in this moment, he needs a guide that he trusts to show him how to get back to a better path.
And so, in this instance, it works. It works because it HAS to, because none of them have any other options and they're unwilling to just give up, so they push through the pain and the anger and the betrayal and the fear and it takes months, it takes over a year, but Anakin finally manages to come around. He's not the nicest person in the world, still, he's still a little quick to anger and has shit to work on, but he's not completely consumed by darkness anymore and he's willing to turn against Palpatine at least.
And once Palpatine is dead, they go their separate ways. It's the last lesson Obi-Wan has to teach Anakin, how to let go. It's the most important one, too, the one that got Anakin in trouble last time. Obi-Wan isn't dead, but the pain Anakin caused will probably always remain. Obi-Wan will never be able to look at Anakin again without remembering the bodies of the younglings covering the floor of the Temple and the smoke rising from the towers and the feeling of all the Jedi in the galaxy dying all at once and having to make that message saying that the Jedi's time was done just to save what few survivors might be left. Anakin will never again be just the little boy Qui-Gon picked up from the desert and left to Obi-Wan to train. He'll also always be the man who betrayed Obi-Wan and destroyed everything Obi-Wan had loved. And Obi-Wan does still love the boy he trained, but he can't continue to live alongside the man who betrayed him. He has to walk away, and Anakin has to let him. It isn't easy for Anakin, who has struggled SO SO MUCH with letting go, to recognize that Obi-Wan loves him and is proud of him and trusts him but doesn't want to be around him anymore. It's so hard to accept that this isn't something that he can fix, no matter what he tries.
But Obi-Wan guides him one last time, and Anakin lets him go and they never see each other again.
Holy crap, I would give many many things to read that. I love everything about this AU, especially that Obi-Wan does help Anakin, because he would. That’s just who he is.
Also I absolutely 1000% agree that Obi-Wan is the only person other than Luke who could manage to get through to Anakin, for all of the reasons you say. I mean, even Palpatine knows that he needs to separate Anakin from Obi-Wan before he can manage to turn him.
I also super love that you have Rex in there, that maybe he’s initially with Padme on trying to save/redeem Anakin, but by the end he’s done. THESE TAGS:
The only sadness I have it that Obi-Wan deserves to be Uncle Ben to the twins but I’m absolutely the biggest sucker for him and those twins. ;)
Yeah, Obi-Wan is a Jedi and the Jedi do what's best for the galaxy regardless of the consequences to themselves, so even if he's not helping Anakin for Anakin's sake, he'd do it for the sake of literally everybody else. If they can turn Anakin against Palpatine, then the pain of having to face Anakin is all worth it.
I do think that some part of Obi-Wan probably WOULD want to save Anakin for Anakin's sake, he loves Anakin of course, but it's all mixed up and complicated with all of the betrayal and anger and the uncertainty of whether he could've done something to keep Anakin from betraying them all in the first place. But Padme's tried, Ahsoka's tried, even Rex has tried, and no one has managed to get through to Anakin for months, so Obi-Wan takes a stab at it even if he's convinced it won't be any different for him than for the others, but lo and behold, Anakin REACTS to his presence in a way he doesn't to anyone else.
He lashes out at Obi-Wan still, of course, but as Obi-Wan starts to leave, he says something to the effect of "Qui-Gon would've been a better master than you" and... Anakin used to say that to him a LOT when he was younger. He grew out of it, but as a kid he'd say it any time they got into an argument and Obi-Wan decided to just walk away and let them both have time to take a breather. Eventually, Obi-Wan had realized that Anakin had been saying anything he thought would keep Obi-Wan around by goading him into a new argument. So the fact that he's using the EXACT SAME TACTIC now tells Obi-Wan that, as much as Anakin is lashing out and trying to hurt them, some part of Anakin doesn't want Obi-Wan to leave again. And that's potentially something Obi-Wan can work with.
Rex's presence is something that's from the fic I mentioned this AU was loosely based on, and he IS initially with Padme on trying to save Anakin and by the end he's not quite DONE with trying to do that but he is a LOT more realistic about their chances and about what Anakin's choices say about him. I tend to think that he'd stick with Padme and Ahsoka because he knows they need him, and because he believes that this could be a gamechanger if they can accomplish it, but by the time Palpatine is dead, Rex has no interest in ever being around Anakin anymore. The love and respect he'd had for his former general is basically gone. He's glad that Anakin turned on Palpatine, but he's had a number of epiphanies about how Anakin had actually viewed Rex and the other clones and what their relationship had actually been.
As for whether Obi-Wan ever gets to be Uncle Ben to the twins, don't count him out, yet! Anakin and Padme keep the twins pretty sheltered during their childhood, but as they get older they manage to leave the nest and are now exposed to all of the nasty truths about their father's past that Anakin and Padme had kept from them, and it's a SHOCKER. The two of them reach out to Ahsoka (who has kept up sporadic contact with the family still) who gets them in contact with Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan helps them work through the immediate emotions of what they've discovered about Anakin, and both of them make the decision to join the still fledgling Jedi Order afterwards. Luke ends up being more forgiving of Anakin (and Padme) later on and goes back to see them from time to time, but Leia does not. She's found the family she's always belonged to and doesn't feel the need to go back to one that lied to her and kept her in the dark for their own self-interest. She doesn't just get an Uncle Ben, she gets a whole slew of new family members who love her and see her for who she is.
….That is good to know for. No reasons whatsoever. (I was absolutely going to ask if you had any fics out there, since. I basically agree with everything you ever post, lol. BUT I SUPPOSE THIS ANSWERS THAT.)
However, if you want to share the fic this AU was inspired by, well. Inquiring minds.
More importantly, Leia finding her found/soul family in the new Jedi Order has slayed me. I’m dead. I can die happy.
Yeah, sorry, no fics of mine out there, just all the AU posts that land on this blog.
The fic it's inspired by is The Greater Crime, which is the first of The Crime of Grief series by kj_feybarn. It's one of my favorite fics/series of all time.
ive had a similar-ish fic in the works for a long time! would everybody involved in this thread be ok if I wrote the fic while incorporating some ideas?
ever since someone pointed out to me that shakespeare wrote "twelfth night" after one of his twin children died, it's hit different.
like we know precious little about shakespeare's life and even less about what was on his mind when he wrote each play, but....he wrote a story where the twins torn apart by fate reunite, where the brother thought to be dead and gone forever actually miraculously survived, where the emotional climax of the story isn't the various love triangles getting sorted out, but the twins finding each other again and getting to live happily ever after.
thinking about hamlet and gertrude and it’s just so!!!!! she is so worried about him!!! he doesn’t trust her and he’s so angry and he’s so wounded and she loves him so much and she does it so clumsily but she so worried about how he’s changed and she’s so concerned about how to resolve it and she’s scared of him and she feels guilty and confused and upset but she loves him! “sweet hamlet” “my dear hamlet” she gives him a napkin in the sword fight because he’s sweating “let me wipe thy face” she cheers him on because she doesn’t know what’s really happening “the queen carouses to thy fortune” she dies telling her son the cup is poisoned and warning him about everything! “o my dear hamlet, the drink the drink, i am poisoned” she couldn’t die without telling him she loved him and no matter what he thought that never changed. aaaaa
