بلوچ یکجہتی کمیٹی نال زون کی جبری گمشدگیوں اور انسانی حقوق کی خلاف ورزیوں کے خلاف احتجاجی ریلی
شرکاء نے 12 سالوں جبری لاپتہ ذاکر اسماعیل بلوچ کی جبری گمشدگی، تربت میں معروف بلوچ سکالر اللہ داد واحد کے قتل، خاران سے دو بھائیوں مبارک بلوچ اور علی بلوچ کی گمشدگی، اور اسماء بلوچ کے اغواء کے خلاف احتجاج کیا۔
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شرکاء نے 12 سالوں جبری لاپتہ ذاکر اسماعیل بلوچ کی جبری گمشدگی، تربت میں معروف بلوچ سکالر اللہ داد واحد کے قتل، خاران سے دو بھائیوں مبارک بلوچ اور علی بلوچ کی گمشدگی، اور اسماء بلوچ کے اغواء کے خلاف احتجاج کیا۔
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On Land and Resistance — Murtaza Baloch
The Balochistan Post
Bahad Baloch was only eight years old when he first heard the name Balochistan Liberation Front (BLF). It was a freezing January night in Mashkay, Balochistan. He and his family sat around a bonfire, sharing stories from their day. His eldest brother, Assad, kept everyone laughing with his jokes. The warmth of the fire, along with steaming cups of Siah Chah (black tea in Balochi), made the night feel comforting.
Amidst their laughter, a massive explosion shattered the moment, followed by rounds of gunfire. The ground trembled beneath them. The sheer intensity of the blast sent shivers down Bahad’s spine. It was the first time their village had heard such a loud explosion.
“Don’t move!” Doda Aslam, Bahad’s father, commanded when Bahad instinctively tried to step outside. He knew the risks and instructed the family to stay indoors as long as the gunfire raged.
For a moment, silence filled the room—an eerie, unsettling silence. Fear and uncertainty hung in the air. Bahad sat frozen, his legs warmed by the fire, but his mind raced with questions.
“They are the fighters of the Balochistan Liberation Front,” Doda Aslam said, his voice steady and filled with pride. “They’re attacking the army barracks.”
The barracks were barely a stone’s throw from their home. Bahad had often seen the uniformed men patrolling, stopping villagers, demanding identification. He had always known they were outsiders. But until now, he had never questioned why they were there.
Doda Aslam continued, “The BLF is an armed Baloch organization fighting for the independence of Balochistan.”
The word independence struck Bahad like a bolt of lightning. It clung to his thoughts, refusing to leave. That night, he lay awake, the echoes of gunfire mingling with his father’s words. Independence. Freedom. What did it truly mean?
The next day at school, the question still burned in his mind. His school was three kilometers from home, but even as he walked, he was lost in thought. He wanted to ask someone—someone who could explain.
Sir Shafiq, his Balochi teacher, was the only one who came to mind. He was different from the other teachers—patient, kind, always encouraging students to ask questions. However, Bahad was hesitant to approach Sir Shafiq, fearing he might be reprimanded for asking a question that wasn’t part of the syllabus
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Bahad Baloch was only eight years old when he first heard the name Balochistan Liberation Front (BLF). It was a freezing January night in Mashkay, Balochistan. He and his family sat around a bonfire, sharing stories from their day. His eldest brother, Assad, kept everyone laughing with his jokes. The warmth of the fire, along with steaming cups of Siah Chah (black tea in Balochi), made the night feel comforting.
Amidst their laughter, a massive explosion shattered the moment, followed by rounds of gunfire. The ground trembled beneath them. The sheer intensity of the blast sent shivers down Bahad’s spine. It was the first time their village had heard such a loud explosion.
“Don’t move!” Doda Aslam, Bahad’s father, commanded when Bahad instinctively tried to step outside. He knew the risks and instructed the family to stay indoors as long as the gunfire raged.
For a moment, silence filled the room—an eerie, unsettling silence. Fear and uncertainty hung in the air. Bahad sat frozen, his legs warmed by the fire, but his mind raced with questions.
“They are the fighters of the Balochistan Liberation Front,” Doda Aslam said, his voice steady and filled with pride. “They’re attacking the army barracks.”
The barracks were barely a stone’s throw from their home. Bahad had often seen the uniformed men patrolling, stopping villagers, demanding identification. He had always known they were outsiders. But until now, he had never questioned why they were there.
Doda Aslam continued, “The BLF is an armed Baloch organization fighting for the independence of Balochistan.”
The word independence struck Bahad like a bolt of lightning. It clung to his thoughts, refusing to leave. That night, he lay awake, the echoes of gunfire mingling with his father’s words. Independence. Freedom. What did it truly mean?
The next day at school, the question still burned in his mind. His school was three kilometers from home, but even as he walked, he was lost in thought. He wanted to ask someone—someone who could explain.
Sir Shafiq, his Balochi teacher, was the only one who came to mind. He was different from the other teachers—patient, kind, always encouraging students to ask questions. However, Bahad was hesitant to approach Sir Shafiq, fearing he might be reprimanded for asking a question that wasn’t part of the syllabus
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On Land and Resistance -- Murtaza Baloch | The Balochistan Post
Written by Murtaza Baloch Bahad Baloch was only eight years old when he first heard the name Balochistan Liberation Front (BLF). It was a freezing January night in Mashkay, Balochistan. He and his family sat around a bonfire, sharing stories from their day.…