Daud is a 1997 Indian Hindi crime comedy film directed by Ram Gopal Varma, starring Sanjay Dutt and Urmila Matondkar, with music composed by A. R. Rahman. The film was based on Ram Gopal Varma's 1991 cult classic, Kshana Kshanam, which starred Venkatesh and Sridevi.
Daud is a male Arabic given name and surname corresponding to David. The Persian form is Davood. Other variant spellings in the Latin alphabet include Da'ud, Daut, Daoud, Dawud, Davud, and Davut. It's Arabic for David.
Usage examples of "daud".
She empties the dirty ashtrays Daud has left behind, thinking about the man in brown, Cunningham.
Anyone less isolated than Daud, anyone less desperate, would have long since got the message.
Trusting that it will come true, or at least that Daud will come to believe it will come true.
Sarah thinks of Daud, his insensate and lacerated flesh, no more human than an oozing, fresh-killed slab of pork.
She thinks of Daud lying under the Christmas green LEDs of his automated bed, his eye dull with endorphins, waiting for Jackstraw, who would not come, having no one to turn to but the sister he fears.
The blond bodybuilder therapist, standing close by in case of a fall, urges Daud on.
Sarah adds her own encouragement as Daud walks slowly the length of the rails, then turns and moves torturously back to his wheelchair.
Sarah pulls down the sheets covering Daud, unbuttons his pajama tunic, exposing the slack white chest mottled with pink shrapnel scars.
She washes him while Daud stares at the ceiling, the cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
Mslope gives her a quick look and then steps around Daud to stand by her.
Out of the well, she thinks, she and Daud surrounded by nothing but the clean velvet blackness.
She could be looking down on Nevada from a weightless home out of the well, living there in exemplary alloy immunity with Daud, the both of them cleansed of the mud that had clung to them all their lives.
Somewhere things shifted, away from herself and Daud, toward something more complex.
But the forgiveness had infected her somehow, as if forgiving Daud made it easier to forgive her own treacheries.
Gerald Donachie, whose dour Scots blood had been but imperfectly tempered by the fact that he had been born and bred in Chicago, and Mahmoud Ali Daud, the grave, dark Arab from Damascus.