The book "Murg da’ima baal kanant" is one of the most mysterious books that I have ever read. This book is the combination of different beautiful short stories which talk about the various Baloch societal problems and their solutions....
Hold on!
Hold on! Pace gently,
For the path you're choosing is the path of ailment,
Take a breath, slow down
Have a look back,
Its a step of pain,
A twinge of guilt awaits you there
Wait, observe, turn around
There lies a ditch ahead,
Hold on,...
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...
Stranger
Balochi Poetry: Pazeer GM
English Translation: Nabeel Armaan
Tis life
Tis servitude
Night's color is the delightness of walls and streets
My feet are detached from my wheat skined land
Stranger come here
Moving where
Will you not bind the salt of river with your throat
That it...
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Once there lived a skeptic man, named Xenos from about 1566 in ancient Ethiopia. During childhood, he always listened myths, specially Greek myths from his grandfather. Xenos always saw his father worshipping gods, having same bodies and images as...
Innocence of a soul-taking creature is getting dim,
The world around us is a part of doomsday,
This is going to be more complex and intolerable,
As much as the so-called politicians and bureaucrats make fun of us,
But despite that,
We shall be...
By: Kamalan
Translation: Ali Jan Maqsood
Upon the teacher’s commence in the class, he opened the register and began to take attendance.
Iqra?
Present (Labbaik).
Kareem?
Present, teacher.
Nazul?
Yes, Sir.
Ghulam?
Yes, teacher (Jee Waja).
The teacher lifted his head up and started looking at Ghulam...
Teacher: Son, have you...
An empty house
seeing no light within
Knock knock no replay
Only cries of disappeared man's hollowness
A house with no spirit in it
knowing well the one inside
abandoned it
Disappeared from a long time
With no replay no traces
Loneliness of the house narrating a tale...
It was a quite pleasant evening with an unending essence of hopelessness. Mahi was drained and unable to reply her own self. It was about 6 p.m and the breeze was blowing gently, carrying a soulful fragrance within it....
