Call for Help
Schoolchildren from my hometown, Turbat, walk barefoot to school every day. Their determination to learn despite hardship is inspiring. They deserve our collective support. Can we help them to have shoes, books & proper clothes?
@RahilaDurrani@cs_balochistan
Headmaster Rafiq Oman devoted his life to educating and empowering youth. For this, he was thrown into dark dungeons. The enforced disappearance of teachers is a deliberate attempt to silence progress and keep Baloch society in chains.
#ReleaseRafiqOman#SaveRafiqOman
A teacher, a guider and a singer Rafiq oman is missing since eleven years. Jails are not for teachers. The teachers are to be respected but unfortunately in balochistan teachers are kept in jails for years without any crime.
#ReleaseRafiqoman#SaveRafiqOman
A teacher, a guider and a singer Rafiq oman is missing since eleven years. Jails are not for teachers. The teachers are to be respected but unfortunately in balochistan teachers are kept in jails for years without any crime.
#ReleaseRafiqoman#SaveRafiqOman
Mahrang rose where the ground still smelled of blood.
Not from books, not from dreams,
but from the soil where her father’s blood spelled her name,
from the silence that lingered after boots slammed the door behind them.
She could have stayed.
White coat. Bright ward.
The clean clink of surgical steel.
But how do you stitch wounds
while the land itself is torn open, daily?
How do you save a life,
while your homeland is dying?
Not all rise.
But some do.
And Mahrang
she rose with her grief tucked under her arm
like a worn notebook,
her rage quiet, exact,
the kind only those who’ve lost everything can carry.
Once for her father.
Then for her brother.
Now, for all those lost and never returned.
The courtroom wants her vanished.
The state wants her dissolved,
in time, in silence, in surrender.
But they forget
absence is the first language Mahrang ever learned.
She has buried names inside her like seeds.
She knows how pain flowers.
She knows how to keep going when there is no map.
She is not made of mercy.
She is made of memory,
of fists unclenched and retightened,
of love too wild to be quiet.
Mahrang is the rhythm on a million backs
and every one of them stands when she does.
#ReleaseMahrangBaloch
“But do you understand what she’s saying?” I asked. “No,” she admitted. “Then why did you cry?” She looked at me for a moment and said, “Because Mahrang cried.”
#ReleaseMahrangBaloch
The family’s protest has garnered attention due to the extreme cold weather conditions, with the family spending the night under the open sky.
By Javed MB Baloch @Javed_MB_Baloch
https://t.co/RgiW4QAcc6
جبری گمشدہ نعمان اسحاق کے لواحقین گوادر پورٹ کے ساتھ دھرنے پر بیٹھے اپنے پیارے کی بازیابی کا انتظار کر رہے ہیں۔
دنیا کے لیے گوادر ابھرتا سنگاپور ہے مگر بلوچ ہی اس حقیقت سے واقف ہے کہ بزور تسلط اس ابھرتے سنگھاپور کے لیے انہیں اپنی ہی سر زمین پر اقلیت میں تبدیل کیا جارہا ہیں۔
دنیا ترقی کے نام پر گوادر کے محض دو پختہ سڑکوں کو دیکھتی ہے مگر بلوچ ان سڑکوں پر بیٹھے بلوچ نسل کشی کے پاداش میں جبری گمشدہ کئے گئے افراد کو لواحقین کو درد و آہوں میں کراہتے دیکھتی ہے
دنیا کے لیے بلوچ کے جنگ کو بیان کرنا مشکل ہے پر بلوچ کے لیے وہ بقا کی آخری راہ ہے
#ReleaseNomanIshaq