-Hello. -What's up?
You are a martyr.
The piano is why I am stuck here.
It's why I missed my father's funeral.
What son misses his father's funeral?
Your father loved the piano.
The only thing he loved more than the piano was you.
It's no one's business
If I'm wandering around And I'm happy
It's no one's business
If I'm breaking a bottle
It's no one's business
The windows are open. They will hear you!
We can sing in our own home.
Have you invited the Taliban for tea?
If for tonight you could be my Juliet
It's no one's business
-They will kill you twice. -Romeo is in love with you
Mother, sit, here is tea for you.
I'm tired, dear.
I know. I know.
Time to get up, light of my eye.
Get me drunk
So I can feel alive
Give me a drink
Save me from my sadness
Bartender--
Old man, I had warned you not to sing again.
Next time I hear you sing, I take out your tongue.
Brother, excuse us. I'm sorry.
Dad, he said "cut out your tongue."
Son,
listen to me.
The right answer to a fool
is silence.
If they think they can stop music
with guns,
they are all fools.
They don't even know what music is.
Close your eyes. Listen.
Go ahead,
close them. It's okay.
Now, do you hear the sound from the shoemaker?
What else do you hear?
You see?
Imagine your own private symphony.
Come, your mother will start to worry.
There was another attack today.
A truck bomb at a hotel.
You look skinny.
I am exactly the same.
Did the money come through?
I told you, keep your money.
I have everything I need.
It's nothing.
They pay musicians well here.
Have you eaten today?
I've eaten enough in my life.
I have something to tell you.
They will give me a green card soon!
And then you will be able to come to America.
Green card?
Really?
It's been so long since I've seen you, light of my eye.
Will you send me a video of your next concert?
It's too quiet here
without you.
Mother,
I told you.
In American concert halls
they don't allow recording.
It's part of my contract with the orchestra.
Yes, it's okay, it's okay.
If your father was alive,
he would be so proud of you.
You haven't seen your mother like this.
Here! You see?
I was never a jealous woman.
Until your father
met a piano.
When I was your age,
the Taliban were not here.
It was the Russians
that tried to destroy our culture.
Don't tell anyone.
The Russians did one good thing.
They brought pianos.
Most have been destroyed now.
Maybe
only a few left in the whole country.
Will they ever come back,
the Russians with their pianos?
No.
They bowed their heads and fled.
And one day, so will the Taliban.
Even until eternity, no one can tell Afghans what to do.
Understood?
It's going to be okay.
Get down! Stay there!
He's got a gun!
Get down! Get down!
What should we do?
Get down! Stay down!
Eighty dollars.
You want speakers too?
Great speakers.
Very good quality.
Thank you.
Perfect. We'll put it there.
Here you go.
Take it away.
Long live Afghanistan!
Zahir, come!
Come look!
The Taliban are gone!
Long live Afghanistan!
Thank God, my children. Thank God.
Thank God.
Come! Come! Come quick!
I have a surprise!
Excuse us. Please, make room for my son.
Please, make room.
Excuse us. Please move.
Excuse me, brother.
We found it!
Go on, my son.
Touch it.
Don't be afraid. I am here.
You did it?
Oh brother, come here!
Well done!
The boy's going places!
Come eat.
I missed my father's funeral.
…I will miss my mother's too.
The Prophet was exiled.
They tried to kill him.
He lost his sons.
But he always knew his calling.
You could never be who you were supposed to be in Afghanistan.
That is why you have been delivered here. So do what you came to do.
Come here.
Come eat. Sit.
Eat.
Light of my eye, you grew up so fast.
What is it?
It isn't too tight?
What if…
What if I'm not good enough to play in America?
This is not up to you.
It has already been written,
just like the music.
Before you even saw a piano,
you were better than most pianists.
That was G
Fifty-two white,
thirty-six black.
Now there is one more piano in Kabul.
Pick another one.
C…
One of my favorites.
Play some more!