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Musab Hafeez

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Musab Hafeez

Hi my name is Musab Hafeez and Im a Karachi based filmmaker drawn to intense, character-driven stories rooted in moral ambiguity and psychological tension. My work is inspired by films such as There Will Be Blood, Prisoners, Incendies, No Country for Old Men, Se7en, and Zodiac—stories that rely on atmosphere, restraint, and emotional weight. Influenced by Denis Villeneuve, Christopher Nolan, Quent…

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Warm Bread, Cold MindsetWarm Bread, Cold Mindset · 2025
Warm Bread, Cold Mindset
★ 10.02025
MovieDrama
Garm Roti, Thandi Soch follows a single day in the life of Bashir, a tired, working-class man in Karachi navigating a world shaped by corruption, class divides, and quiet domestic expectations. What begins as a simple request from his wife—to bring home warm roti—turns into a symbol of everything denied to him. Throughout the day, Bashir endures the suffocating monotony of his government job, the intrusion of a performative NGO crew, and the daily humiliations of a city where the powerful move freely and the powerless wait in silence. His offhand remark, “Mulk ke halat garam hain, par roti thandi hai,” becomes an accidental viral soundbite. By nightfall, he returns home emptied, carrying only cold roti and the weight of unseen struggles. His silence at the end captures a life swallowed by a society that overlooks him, offering no transformation—only the stillness of enduring what cannot be changed.

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Warm Bread, Cold MindsetWarm Bread, Cold Mindset · 2025
Warm Bread, Cold Mindset
★ 10.02025
MovieDrama
Garm Roti, Thandi Soch follows a single day in the life of Bashir, a tired, working-class man in Karachi navigating a world shaped by corruption, class divides, and quiet domestic expectations. What begins as a simple request from his wife—to bring home warm roti—turns into a symbol of everything denied to him. Throughout the day, Bashir endures the suffocating monotony of his government job, the intrusion of a performative NGO crew, and the daily humiliations of a city where the powerful move freely and the powerless wait in silence. His offhand remark, “Mulk ke halat garam hain, par roti thandi hai,” becomes an accidental viral soundbite. By nightfall, he returns home emptied, carrying only cold roti and the weight of unseen struggles. His silence at the end captures a life swallowed by a society that overlooks him, offering no transformation—only the stillness of enduring what cannot be changed.

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