Remembering the past troubled memories is really mournful for a girl who has always suffered troubling situations in her life. We keep a lot of memories with us; memories spent in happiness and joy are worth-remembering while memories spent...
Originally written by Altaf Sakhi in Balochi & translated into English by Ali Jan Maqsood
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مرچی پُریں دو سال ات کہ آ چہ لوگءَ دراتکگ ات.....بلے آ هچ بر چو ملُور نہ ات چو کہ مرچی آ چو ملُور ات......شپ...
Life varies from person to person. For some it is very simple and easy and for others it may be very complicated. In my society, girls live with the harshest of times in hesitations. The biggest of their hesitation...
In Balochistan, the biggest province of Pakistan, peace is seen nowhere but a fairy tale of bloodshed, ignorance, injustice, suffering, torturing, disaparance, murdering and oppressing the dreams of innocent souls. Because we are living in a country where innocent...
As the sun shines over the horizon, casting a very pleasant weather, Banadi leaves her bed and starts her daily chores. She prepares breakfast for her uncle, does the dishes and later drops her cousins at the city...
If God smiles...!
In the world of humanity
Where God desperately gathers the happinesses
Excluding all the sorrows!
The birds dream of a system with justice
Not only in words but in practical!
Beseeching to the nearest to God, we eye you Hayat
If thou finds...
It’s the first-ever comprehensive profile of prominent Baloch leader, Nawab Akbar Khan Bugti, written by Sajid Hussain.
Despite his scandalous politics, Nawab Akbar Khan Bugti is the most talked-about person in Baloch society. With his twirling moustache, keenly trimmed beard,...
An apology
To myself, engulfing my guilt of silence
An apology of the pen I possess
A duty I skipped, not sometimes although
Covering with grieved rain of tears amidst the veiled truth
Naked, thenceafter!
The descending attempts of fear making room inside
I leave!
Making my...
Listen Hayat: You left us too early, but it does not matter. You are all around us. Present in everyone's souls. For life exists as a life forever. It never goes missing.You are a beautiful flower. A flower which...
Howdy, music!! What is your recipe? I wanna cook you and want to break my fast every morning with you. What makes you so delicious? Is that words or tunes? I never liked to cook before but then you...
