ہمارے بعض قوم پرست دوست بلوچستان کے قبائلی نظام کو دوسروں سے مختلف، سیکیولر اور انصاف پر مبنی بیان کرتے تھکتے نہیں۔ اب انہیں چاہیے کہ اپنا بیانیہ درست کریں۔
اب اگر ہمارے ایک دو لیڈر قبائلی رہے ہیں اسکا ہرگز مقصد یہ نہیں کہ ہم پورےفرسودہ قبائلی نظام کو زیور کی طرح گلے میں ڈال کر اسکی تعریفیں کرتے پھریں۔
وڈھ میں صورتحال مزید بگڑتی جا رہی ہے، مقامی لوگوں نے ایف سی کیمپ کا گھیراؤ کر لیا ہے، فضا شدید کشیدگی کی لپیٹ میں ہے۔
لوگ ریاستی مظالم، جبری گمشدگیوں اور معصوموں کے خون پر مزید خاموش نہیں رہینگے۔
بلوچستان میں انٹرنیٹ بند ہے، اسی لیے فوری تصویریں اور ویڈیوز سامنے نہیں آ رہیں۔
A Daughter's Heart In A Long March
By @BanariMengal
My Father, My Fear, My Pride
Fearing for my father’s life is not something I learned recently — it’s something I’ve lived with for as long as I can remember.
When your father is Akhtar Mengal, you don’t grow up with the luxury of ordinary fears. From a young age, I knew that the man who held my hand could be taken from me not by illness or accident — but by injustice, violence, and a system that has never made space for truth. Whether it was when he was in jail, or when he went to Wadh while bullets were flying, I’ve seen him walk into fire for the people he refuses to abandon.
I used to beg him not to go. “Please, Baba, don’t go to the rally today. Just stay home, stay safe.” But he would smile — always calm, always hopeful.
Up until last year, my phone was never far from me when he was out. During every jalsa, every speech, I’d wait with a racing heart until I knew he had returned safely. Fear wasn’t occasional — it was constant. A silent companion that haunted my every day.
Two years ago, during the Wadh riots, that fear took on a new shape. I saw rockets fired. I saw bullets fly. Later, when I saw footage of how close they came — how inches could’ve changed everything — I realized something: Baba isn’t just brave. He is unwavering. And his love for his people runs deeper than anything I can put into words.
Just a few weeks ago, another bogus case was registered against him and my brother. My father spent days in prison as a form of protest — unbroken, unbending, as always. He is the strongest man I know. The most resilient. The most optimistic. And the pillar of my strength.
The night before the #BalochLongMarch, I tried one last time.
“Baba, please don’t go. It’s my birthday tomorrow,” I said softly.
He looked at me with that same calm and replied, “If not now, then never. There are many daughters looking my way who need me more than ever.”
On the morning of my birthday, I woke up to the news of a blast. A suicide attack — targeted, during the sit-in.
I froze. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. For ten minutes, all I could do was whisper, “Ya Allah, please let him be okay.”
I waited for that one call.
And when it came — when I heard his voice— my knees gave out in relief.
Later, I saw the videos. I saw the thousands walking beside him. I saw the people clinging to hope through him. That day, I understood something I’d always struggled with: I can’t be selfish with his presence. His life, his voice — it belongs to a greater cause.
This is about dignity. It’s about the right to exist, to speak, to be heard. It’s about justice for a land that has bled in silence for far too long.
My father isn’t just leading a march. He’s carrying generations of pain, of loss, of stolen futures — and still walking forward. And though my heart will always tremble when he’s out there, I now carry that purpose in my own chest.
Because when you are the daughter of a man who walks through fire for his people — you don’t just inherit fear.
You inherit courage.
My father, Mir Basheer Ahmed, has been taken to the office of Hub SP—not for a crime he committed, but for the political stance I uphold. He’s been told he will be released only if I give my arrest.
This is not law enforcement. This is political blackmail.
When the state fails to silence a voice, it turns to punishing blood relations. My father and family has been multiply harassed because of my activism.
But fascism forgets: ideas don’t live in houses they can raid. They live in the hearts of people who refuse to kneel.
We will not be silenced.
#StopBalochGenocide
Urgent Appeal: Immediate Attention Needed
I visited my sister, Dr. Mahrang Baloch, today at Hudda Jail, Quetta, as the Balochistan High Court had directed the jail authorities to allow us regular meetings. However, the jail authorities stopped me for three hours, blatantly violating the High Court's order dated 25.03.2025 passed in CP NO. 358/2025.
Mahrang’s life and health are in serious danger as she is being held among dangerous, hardcore criminals. When she resisted this, she was threatened of solitary confinement.
Surveillance cameras have been installed directly in front of her prison cell and washroom, and she is subjected to constant 24-hour monitoring. She has no privacy, even in personal matters, and has reported that her clothing choices are also being observed.
The food provided is extremely unhygienic, and we fear it is contaminated. As a result, both Mahrang and Beebow have fallen ill. Despite this, they are not being treated. They are also not being treated as political prisoners and are being denied basic rights.
In this tough time, I urgently appeal to the legal fraternity of Quetta and human rights organizations to take immediate action to ensure Dr. Mahrang’s and Beebow’s safety and a fair trial.
@HRCP87@amnestysasia@FrontLineHRD@freedomhouse@EUPakistan@hrw@Kbastimar36@PEN_Norway@MaryLawlorhrds@UNHumanRights@dawn_com
بقا کی جنگ وہ واحد جنگ ہے جسے لڑنے والا کبھی ہ��رتا نہیں۔ اس جنگ میں اگر وہ فتح یاب ہو جائے تو زندہ رہتا ہے، اور اگر فتح یاب نہ ہو تو تاریخ میں ایک بہادر قوم کے طور پر لکھا جاتا ہے، جنہوں نے اپنی بقا کی جنگ لڑی۔
بی وائی سی اپنی قوم کی بقا کی جنگ لڑ رہی ہے، اور اس جنگ میں ہمیں ہرگز کوئی ہار نہیں، ہم یا تو جیتیں گے یا تاریخ میں لکھے جائیں گے۔
#NoToPakistansTyranny