In Killi Yar Muhammad Sonaro, Wadh, FC firing killed four civilians and injured several others, including seven year old Shahzaib. Four civilians are dead. A seven year old child has been shot. This is the human cost of military operations being imposed on Baloch communities in the name of security.
For Baloch people, this violence is neither new nor exceptional. Civilians are killed, people are forcibly disappeared, homes are raided, families are harassed, young men are arbitrarily detained, and entire communities are subjected to military force. Year after year, the same violence is repeated across Balochistan, while Baloch lives are treated as though they are expendable and entire populations can be punished for the actions of others.
How many Baloch civilians must be killed before this can no longer be called a “security operation”? How many children must be shot before their lives are considered worth protecting? How many families must lose their children before the violence inflicted on Baloch communities is treated with the horror it deserves?
Seven year old Shahzaib should never have been shot. Four civilians should not be dead. These are not acceptable costs of maintaining security. Baloch children cannot be made to grow up under guns, and Baloch civilians cannot continue to be killed, disappeared, detained and terrorised while their suffering is justified in the language of security.
There is no security in making an entire people fear for their lives.
Various reports of an airstrike/quadcopter attacks on civilians in Surab district, as reported on social media and by Balochistan-based online media outlets, are deeply disturbing. The images coming out of the area are very horrifying that show women, men and children under the rubble, disfigured bodies and some uncovered in blood.
As if enforced disappearances, extrajudicial killings, and the criminalisation of dissent through the Fourth Schedule and collective punishment were not enough, the government and military establishment now appears to have resorted to airstrikes and quadcopter attacks against civilian populations.
My heart cries with the loss of innocent lives and pictures of children killed in the attacks shared on social media should be a matter of concern and shame for authorities. One can’t make peace with killing innocent children.
The family members of the civilians killed in the attacks are staging a sit in on main highway with 5 dead bodies of their loved ones. According to locals, two dead bodies were very disfigured and that were buried. At least 20 were injured and some bodies are still under the rubble.
I call for a full, independent, and transparent investigation into this incident. I also urge Pakistan’s civil society organizations and human rights groups to speak out against this barbarism. Silence must not allow such violence to become normalized in Balochistan.
@nchrofficial@HRCP87
Don't forget his dad, beside being a UN designated terrorist, thought electricity could be produced by jinns...this should tell you something about his own understanding of DNA...
The debate around AJK's subsidies and grants is a red herring to distract from deeper political-economic issues. The real problem is the consitutional and fiscal limbo that the center has forced on AJK, directly causing suffering and improverishment among its people.
But still wonder why the army couldn’t rescue police officials that died in Baluchistan begging for replenishment of ammunition and their bodies were then brought back by relatives instead of security or law enforcement agencies?
Dear @OfficialDGISPR@IGKP and @CMKPOfficial Under which law have these militants been allowed to operate openly, and function as an armed group? These “good Taliban” loot, kidnap & kill people on a daily basis while enjoying your protection and impunity.
https://t.co/LZaPkMN4pC
Strongly condemn yesterday’s TTP terrorist attack in Hanna Urak, Balochistan. Our heartfelt condolences to the families of those who lost their lives, and prayers for the swift recovery of the injured. Violence has brought nothing but grief to our people and it must end.
Graduated today with a BA (Hons) in Accounting & Economics from the University of Strathclyde. 🎓
A bittersweet milestone. I dedicate this degree to my sister, Beebow Baloch, whose courage and commitment to human rights continue to inspire me.
This one is for you.
چور لٹیرے حاکم اور غنڈے بدمعاش صرف گھر میں موجود زیورات اور موبائل لیپ ٹاپ ہی چوری کرسکتے ہیں، جس گھر میں ہم دن رات اپنے گمشدہ باپ کی اذیت میں ماتم کرتے ہیں اس گھر سے تصویروں اور پوسٹر کے علاوہ انہیں اور ملتا ہی کیا؟ میرے گھر سے کوئی اسلحہ اور بم تو ملا ہی نہیں تو بے چاروں نے تصویریں اور کتابیں ہی چوری کر لیں۔
سترہ سال سے میرے گمشدہ باپ کو لوٹانے کی انکی اوقات اور جرات نہیں ہے اب یہ ہم سے صرف تصویروں کی شکل میں یادیں ہی چھین سکتے ہیں۔
انکی بے بسی اور خوف پر ترس ہی کھایا جاسکتا ہے۔
AN OPEN LETTER - 17 years of absense
Despite all the reasons to believe otherwise, maybe this will be the last time I am forced to mark another year without my abba.
Maybe this year, you will have mercy on my aging mother. Maybe this year, you will look at my siblings, at my father’s sisters and brother, at the family you have made grow old around an absence, and decide that Dr Deen Mohammad and the people who love him have suffered enough. Maybe this year, after seventeen years of punishing our family, you will let him come home.
And if you have killed him, then perhaps this year you will finally decide that you owe us a death certificate instead of another adjournment. Perhaps you will decide that a family deserves more than rumours, more than court dates, more than the torture of not knowing whether the man they love is breathing somewhere in a cell or lying beneath soil they have never been allowed to touch. Maybe, if you were feeling generous, you gave him a grave. Maybe you might even tell us where it is.
To you who refuses to answer us, and to those who took him: can you imagine the plight of a daughter who was not afforded the right to be raised by her father, and perhaps not even the right to bury him?
I was a child when my father was disappeared. I did not lose him to illness. I did not lose him to an accident. I did not stand beside a hospital bed and hold his hand. I did not see him lowered into a grave. I was given nothing that even resembles the ordinary rituals of loss. I was given disappearance. I was given denial. I was given humiliation. I was given the lifelong punishment of loving a father whom the state took, and then expected me to search as though he had left me himself.
Seventeen years have passed, but time has not moved for us. In our home, it has gathered around one constant ache. My mother has spent seventeen years listening for footsteps that never arrive. She remembers the sounds of his shoes but not the shape of his eyebrows. My siblings have spent seventeen years measuring their lives against the empty place where our father should have sat. His siblings have spent seventeen years waiting for a brother whose name cannot be spoken without shrieks of pain. And I have spent seventeen years being introduced to the world as the daughter of a disappeared man.
What does that do to a child? What does it do to a daughter to grow up watching every year arrive with the same question and depart without an answer? What does it do to a family when hope becomes a cursed instrument of torture?
Other daughters grow up with memories of their fathers coming home with presents. I grew up with petitions, batons, tear gas and posters. Other daughters remember their fathers’ voices at the dinner table. I remember police stations, press clubs, commissions, courtrooms, hunger strikes, protest camps, and the faces of officials who called my father a terrorist to his 11 year old daughter’s face before asking his name. This was my inheritance, given to me by this state.
For seventeen years, we have carried this question from one office to another, from one institution to another, from one hearing to another. We have asked it with folded hands. We have asked it through tears. We have asked it in streets, in courts, before cameras, before commissions, before people who knew the answer and people who pretended not to. We have asked it until our voices broke. We have asked it until the question became the shape of our lives.
My abba was not a file. He was not a rumour. He was not a case number to be delayed until his family grew tired of false promises. He was Dr Deen Mohammad: a doctor, a son, a brother, a husband, a father. He belonged to us before he was taken. He had a home. He had children. He had sisters. He had a wife who has been made to live for seventeen years as a half-widow, first fearing for her husband, and now for her daughter because she looks for her father.
This video should have been recorded tomorrow, on the seventeenth year of my Father’s enforced disappearance. Instead, I am recording it today because for the last month and as recently as yesterday, I am being threatened with imprisonment. Seventeen years after they disappeared my father, I am still being forced to live in the shadow of the repression that stole him from us.
Sentenced by a military court, a progressive intellectual, & a humanist Idris Khattak is in prison for almost seven years. His crime was to work with international HR orgs on the cases of enforced disappearance. He deserves solidarity of every humanist.
#ReleaseIdrisKhattak
Conviction of the BYC leader Dr. Mahrang Baloch & her colleagues for life shuts the doors for peaceful political solution. It’s a colonial & myopic policy that prefers violence over peace. The ones who insisted on talks with Taliban in Afg are rejecting negotiations with Baloch.
If you have robust evidence against Mahrang Baloch, why conduct faceless trials and threaten even those poor online judges? Two weeks ago, the prosecutor general warned the court to “wrap up BYC’s trial within a week; otherwise, new judges would be brought in.”
A quadcopter drone struck a home in District Kurram,killing 2women,1child &1 man,while severely injuring over 6 others.
You know what?4 Pashtuns,this has become a routine business,burying their loved once while planing to do the same 4 next day.Their only crime is being Pashtun
“If the state is so certain of its allegations against my sister and her colleagues, why keep the trial hidden from the people of Pakistan?” #ReleaseMahrangBaloch#ReleaseBYCLeaders
تنظیم کے رہنماؤں نے جھوٹے کیسسز میں جاری مقدموں کو کورٹ ٹرائل سے جیل ٹرائیل، اور اب فیس لیس ٹرائیل میں تبدیل کرنے کے خلاف جیل میں احتجاج شروع کی ہے۔
بلوچ یکجہتی کمیٹی کے زیرحراست رہنما اس وقت جیل کے اندر فیس لیس کورٹ ٹرائیل کے خلاف احتجاج کر رہے ہیں۔ ان کا مؤقف واضح ہے کہ ان کے مقدمات کی سماعت آئین اور قانون کے مطابق کھلی عدالت میں ہونی چاہیے، اور انہیں اپنے وکلاء، اہلِ خانہ اور عوامی نگرانی کے حق سے محروم نہیں کیا جا سکتا۔
How selective our outrage is. We choose what is convenient to mourn and what is convenient to ignore. We decide which wounds deserve a voice and which must remain unnamed. We speak of some violences and make homes for others. And what we make room for, eventually, becomes normal.