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...
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...
On the eve of independence, 13 August 2020, where every other citizen seemed busy decorating their houses and streets with the country’s glory, Mr Hayat Baloch went to the date farm where his family work on contract base to...
The continuation of unlawful killings in Balochistan is indicating how unprotected the residents are. Ignorance, injustice, cruelties and unlawfulness have reached the highest peak snatching the legal rights of the people. Balochistan bleeds and cries for justice including the...
Samin Baloch, hailing from somewhere in Balochistan, faces severe disturbances in his daily life due to the words he is said based on his caste. Less people in his village befriend him calling him a gulam . When he...
Maheen, 13, a student of grade 6th, is married off with a much older man to her age. She is one of the dropouts. She left her education because of the marriage and her wishes are meant into nothing....
Somedays ago a group of enlightened youth approached me in order to know my remarks on the issue of a community that lacks the facility of a public library. They were on perusal of a way out, as asked...
Turbat is a city in southern Balochistan, Pakistan, and administrative centre of Kech District. Turbat was the historical capital city of the state of Makran. It is the second largest city in Balochistan province after Quetta and 38th largest...
A few days earlier I received an email from an unknown sender posing a question; "Who do you write for?" I was dumbstruck to what sort of a question was that, but I really felt the question the very...
