Back in 1921, in the land of Malayalam
we fought the Whites, united. The brave warriors of Ernad
shed their blood in the soil. They showed their chests
When the British shot cannons What is NRC…? NRC.. What’s all that noise? When the baby’s sleeping.. They’ve come for our papers, Mom. Papers? What papers? Who has come to ask us for our papers?You? Years back the British,
and before them the Portuguese used to brandish their cheap weapons;
And still we weren’t scared. I’m not showing you papers! Get out… In the Khilafat Movement of 1921,
facing the British guns fearlessly, ‘I want to be a martyr’ said my great-grandfather.
Have you heard of him? Those cowards who kept away from the battle then
now want to teach us patriotism. How fancy whims they have.. Anyways, remember one thing: Braving day and night,
towards left and right, countless martyrs marched ahead
singing battle songs, in this land. To decide who can stay and who can’t,
isn’t a power leased to anyone. “They” haven’t been given that power. Our forefathers who were buried long back
to prove that they were born in this land; if you think you can make us do that,
Then you listen: it’s simply not gonna happen. Even if your grandfathers come
we are not going anywhere. If we were born here, we will continue to live here, in this land. By Allah! We will live here itself! Now listen to one more thing, Those who chased away the White army, Their zest and zeal is still active in their grandkids If you ask them for papers to live in their houses
They would just take it out. They shall take it out well!! You wanna see that? Umma, doesn’t Kunjumol call u ? Ofcourse, she calls very often… Don’t u hear it?