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Let me present you an upcoming international success story of how Govt of Balochistan fought narco mafia and won . How ? —-> Clarity of command + eviction of illegal foreigners +Synergy of all LEAs + Drones + 4th schedule Recipe of how we are winning on ground

Let me present you an upcoming international success story of how Govt of Balochistan fought narco mafia and won . How ? —-> Clarity of command + eviction of illegal foreigners +Synergy of all LEAs + Drones + 4th schedule Recipe of how we are winning on ground

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Carrying on with the operation. This time in Chagi . Poppy cultivation for narcotics is illegal in Pakistan under national law and international obligations including the Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs. Illegal cultivation feeds the heroin trade and organised crime. That is why it is being eradicated.

Carrying on with the operation. This time in Chagi . Poppy cultivation for narcotics is illegal in Pakistan under national law and international obligations including the Single Convention on Narcotic Drugs. Illegal cultivation feeds the heroin trade and organised crime. That is why it is being eradicated.

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This time thousand acres of poppy eliminated in District Washuk using Drones . It’s the same district where FAH and Drugs Mafia attacked SSP house and burnt it to the ground . More than 60 percent of poppy crops are eliminated in Balochistan which means more than 100,000 lives saved from this menace

This time thousand acres of poppy eliminated in District Washuk using Drones . It’s the same district where FAH and Drugs Mafia attacked SSP house and burnt it to the ground . More than 60 percent of poppy crops are eliminated in Balochistan which means more than 100,000 lives saved from this menace

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A few months ago, an Assistant Commissioner was abducted and later martyred in Ziarat. It was meant to scare people into silence. Instead, something very human happened. In homes across Ziarat, the 🇵🇰 went up. Just a flag on a house, saying we are still here, and we are not afraid. Groups like Fitna-al-Hindustan deal in terror, but ordinary people respond with dignity and resolve. This short video captures that spirit better than any statement ever could. Long live Pakistan.

A few months ago, an Assistant Commissioner was abducted and later martyred in Ziarat. It was meant to scare people into silence. Instead, something very human happened. In homes across Ziarat, the 🇵🇰 went up. Just a flag on a house, saying we are still here, and we are not afraid. Groups like Fitna-al-Hindustan deal in terror, but ordinary people respond with dignity and resolve. This short video captures that spirit better than any statement ever could. Long live Pakistan.

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نوشکی میں غریب اور بے گناہ مزدوروں کو بے رحمی سے قتل کیا گیا۔ وزیرِ اعلیٰ کی ہدایت پر ان کے جسدِ خاکی سندھ روانہ کیے جا رہے ہیں، ایمبولینسز اس وقت راستے میں ہیں۔ افسوس یہ ہے کہ کچھ آوازیں ان آنسوؤں پر خاموش رہتی ہیں، مگر ہر سانحے کے بعد ایک ہی بیانیہ دہرانے میں جلدی کرتی ہیں۔ وہ جنہیں ہمیشہ ریاستی اقدامات نظر آتے ہیں، انہیں کبھی یہ لاشیں، یہ مزدور، اور یہ ٹوٹے ہوئے گھر دکھائی نہیں دیتے۔

نوشکی میں غریب اور بے گناہ مزدوروں کو بے رحمی سے قتل کیا گیا۔ وزیرِ اعلیٰ کی ہدایت پر ان کے جسدِ خاکی سندھ روانہ کیے جا رہے ہیں، ایمبولینسز اس وقت راستے میں ہیں۔ افسوس یہ ہے کہ کچھ آوازیں ان آنسوؤں پر خاموش رہتی ہیں، مگر ہر سانحے کے بعد ایک ہی بیانیہ دہرانے میں جلدی کرتی ہیں۔ وہ جنہیں ہمیشہ ریاستی اقدامات نظر آتے ہیں، انہیں کبھی یہ لاشیں، یہ مزدور، اور یہ ٹوٹے ہوئے گھر دکھائی نہیں دیتے۔

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All praise for Almighty Allah... I wish I could celebrate with my father . May Allah bless his soul and grant him with highest levels in paradise .

All praise for Almighty Allah... I wish I could celebrate with my father . May Allah bless his soul and grant him with highest levels in paradise .

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No tolerance for hoarders and black marketeers . Action against "sugar mafia ". AC Mr Abdullah conducted the reconnaissance and then took a brave action. A godown was keeping sugar and urea for smuggling. Factory sealed and commodities confiscated

No tolerance for hoarders and black marketeers . Action against "sugar mafia ". AC Mr Abdullah conducted the reconnaissance and then took a brave action. A godown was keeping sugar and urea for smuggling. Factory sealed and commodities confiscated

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Action against solarised tubewells used for narco-cultivation is ongoing under the Control of Narcotic Substances Act, 1997. The noise from fake accounts and across-the-border propaganda has intensified. When disruption triggers panic, it usually means the intervention is working.

Action against solarised tubewells used for narco-cultivation is ongoing under the Control of Narcotic Substances Act, 1997. The noise from fake accounts and across-the-border propaganda has intensified. When disruption triggers panic, it usually means the intervention is working.

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Around 40 crush plants were functioning inside Quetta. These were causing severe respiratory diseases and destroying our mountains. With massive efforts and complicated litigation all of them have been closed in Quetta. All of us can breathe a better air now . Our teams were threatened and attacked but Alhamdulillah targets were achieved

Around 40 crush plants were functioning inside Quetta. These were causing severe respiratory diseases and destroying our mountains. With massive efforts and complicated litigation all of them have been closed in Quetta. All of us can breathe a better air now . Our teams were threatened and attacked but Alhamdulillah targets were achieved

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After promulgation of the Petroleum Amendment Act , Deputy Commissioners have been empowered to seal illegal petrol pumps. Through out the province massive campaign has been started and more than 800 such pumps have been sealed. Plz mention if any illegal pump is working in your area. Home Department Balochistan

After promulgation of the Petroleum Amendment Act , Deputy Commissioners have been empowered to seal illegal petrol pumps. Through out the province massive campaign has been started and more than 800 such pumps have been sealed. Plz mention if any illegal pump is working in your area. Home Department Balochistan

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(2/2) And yet, amid the chaos, order emerged. Security was tightened across hospitals, stations, and public spaces. We were fighting not just an enemy with guns, but one with ideology—and ideology hunts the vulnerable. At Quetta Railway Station, as word of deaths emerged, families arrived—some barefoot, some broken, some refusing to believe what the headlines told them. We converted parts of the station into a shelter. Food, water, emergency kits, soft beds—and harder truths. One woman clutched my sleeve, whispering, “Beta, lag raha tha hum zinda nahi niklenge.” She wasn’t a statistic. None of them were. Each was a survivor of an invisible war. And then came one of the most wrenching moments of my life. I was directed to receive the first wave of survivors arriving by rail. I went to the station with the DG PDMA. The platform felt more like a battlefield hospital than a transit point. Dusty faces. Bloodied clothes. Eyes wide with unspeakable trauma. And amid the wreckage of human emotion, a mother came to me, clutched my shirt, and began to cry—no, wail. She screamed the name of her son, Shahzeb, who hadn’t returned with the others. “Mera beta kahan hai?” she cried, her voice cracking under the unbearable weight of terror. It wasn’t just grief—it was a primal cry, one that tore through all bureaucratic barriers. I stood helpless—but only for a second. I promised her—no stone would be left unturned. We relayed her plea to all LEAs. FC intensified its search. That entire night we waited, our hearts refusing rest. And then—a call: Shahzeb had been found alive, saved by the SSG commandos in a final, daring push. That reunion—so raw, so full of life—etched itself into my memory forever. We welcomed Shahzeb back like a returning soldier: pale, hungry, dazed. We offered him food, wrapped a blanket around him, and gave him water—but mostly we gave him silence. A space to breathe. To return to life. Then we took him to his mother ourselves. She saw him, and the scream that followed wasn’t grief, but a joy so fierce that it cracked the silence open. Around her, even officers forgot their ranks and wept as men. Even the DG PDMA wiped his eyes. In that moment, the state, the family, the human spirit—all collided in a kind of spiritual triumph. “God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another,” Shakespeare once said. But that night, all masks fell away, leaving only grateful tears and trembling hands. The train that lived was more than metal and wheels—it was the soul of a people tested by fire and carried home by the quiet courage of men who refused to surrender. The local administration, often dismissed in ordinary times, proved that governance is not about files—it is about faces. It is about showing up when death walks the tracks. That night, I saw two sides of humanity—those who kill in the name of God, and those who protect life in His name. And between them, a narrow track of choices. In that battle, Zarrar gave us victory. FC gave it shape. And the people of Quetta gave it heart. So, if anyone believes they can hijack our peace—if they dare believe fear is theirs to spread—let them know: tum shuru zaroor kar sakte ho… lekin khatam hum karte hain. That night, we didn’t just rescue lives; We reclaimed the right to live unafraid.

(2/2) And yet, amid the chaos, order emerged. Security was tightened across hospitals, stations, and public spaces. We were fighting not just an enemy with guns, but one with ideology—and ideology hunts the vulnerable. At Quetta Railway Station, as word of deaths emerged, families arrived—some barefoot, some broken, some refusing to believe what the headlines told them. We converted parts of the station into a shelter. Food, water, emergency kits, soft beds—and harder truths. One woman clutched my sleeve, whispering, “Beta, lag raha tha hum zinda nahi niklenge.” She wasn’t a statistic. None of them were. Each was a survivor of an invisible war. And then came one of the most wrenching moments of my life. I was directed to receive the first wave of survivors arriving by rail. I went to the station with the DG PDMA. The platform felt more like a battlefield hospital than a transit point. Dusty faces. Bloodied clothes. Eyes wide with unspeakable trauma. And amid the wreckage of human emotion, a mother came to me, clutched my shirt, and began to cry—no, wail. She screamed the name of her son, Shahzeb, who hadn’t returned with the others. “Mera beta kahan hai?” she cried, her voice cracking under the unbearable weight of terror. It wasn’t just grief—it was a primal cry, one that tore through all bureaucratic barriers. I stood helpless—but only for a second. I promised her—no stone would be left unturned. We relayed her plea to all LEAs. FC intensified its search. That entire night we waited, our hearts refusing rest. And then—a call: Shahzeb had been found alive, saved by the SSG commandos in a final, daring push. That reunion—so raw, so full of life—etched itself into my memory forever. We welcomed Shahzeb back like a returning soldier: pale, hungry, dazed. We offered him food, wrapped a blanket around him, and gave him water—but mostly we gave him silence. A space to breathe. To return to life. Then we took him to his mother ourselves. She saw him, and the scream that followed wasn’t grief, but a joy so fierce that it cracked the silence open. Around her, even officers forgot their ranks and wept as men. Even the DG PDMA wiped his eyes. In that moment, the state, the family, the human spirit—all collided in a kind of spiritual triumph. “God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another,” Shakespeare once said. But that night, all masks fell away, leaving only grateful tears and trembling hands. The train that lived was more than metal and wheels—it was the soul of a people tested by fire and carried home by the quiet courage of men who refused to surrender. The local administration, often dismissed in ordinary times, proved that governance is not about files—it is about faces. It is about showing up when death walks the tracks. That night, I saw two sides of humanity—those who kill in the name of God, and those who protect life in His name. And between them, a narrow track of choices. In that battle, Zarrar gave us victory. FC gave it shape. And the people of Quetta gave it heart. So, if anyone believes they can hijack our peace—if they dare believe fear is theirs to spread—let them know: tum shuru zaroor kar sakte ho… lekin khatam hum karte hain. That night, we didn’t just rescue lives; We reclaimed the right to live unafraid.

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Another Great news for Quetta . Safe City Command and Control Center is fully operational. 1700 cameras AI enabled with facial and no. plate recognition features. Inauguration of this project is revolutionary and will go a long way in keeping the city safe .

Another Great news for Quetta . Safe City Command and Control Center is fully operational. 1700 cameras AI enabled with facial and no. plate recognition features. Inauguration of this project is revolutionary and will go a long way in keeping the city safe .

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Some jokers were joking from India about Quetta. Well, here it is #internationalBoxingChampionship #ChampionsinQuetta #Boxing

Some jokers were joking from India about Quetta. Well, here it is #internationalBoxingChampionship #ChampionsinQuetta #Boxing

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Last year, the Chief Minister Sarfraz Bugti decided to conduct an experiment. All Deputy Commissioners were directed to hold monthly open katcheries. At the same time, a small unit was created in the Chief Secretary’s Office under Additional Secretary Services to study complaints that kept repeating specially from the youth. The objective was to identify what truly troubled the youth of Balochistan, rather than what the state assumed their concerns might be. After eight months of careful analysis, the conclusion was unexpected. The most frequent complaint was not law and order or terrorism. It was recruitment without merit. This finding reshaped internal discussions. It became clear that the issue could not be solved through instructions or oversight alone. The problem lay in discretion, opacity, and human intervention. The Finance Department was therefore asked to prepare a structural solution. A series of focused conferences followed. The consensus was clear. Recruitment had to be taken out of individual hands and placed into a system where interference was structurally impossible. This led to the decision to introduce a technology-based recruitment process. Under the new system, tests were conducted online and results were generated immediately. There was no back end manipulation. No room for sifarish. No space for bribery. BUITEMS was engaged, a dedicated IT team was raised, and the system was developed and tested under real conditions. Today, the system was executed. The response from candidates was remarkable. Many were visibly surprised as results appeared instantly. For a large number of them, this was their first experience of a recruitment process where merit was demonstrated, not merely claimed. The presence of the Chief Minister Chief Minister's Office Balochistan and the Chief Secretary reinforced the seriousness of the reform. Minor hiccups were observed, as expected in any first rollout, but the process remained stable and transparent throughout. In practical terms, this marks the end of a long and corrosive era of illegal recruitments. More than 5,900 candidates applied for BS-14 posts. Only 111 were selected. Every selection was made purely on merit. Today is historic, not because of a single test, but because a long-standing grievance of the youth of Balochistan has finally been addressed. This is how trust begins to return. The video is genuinely wholesome .

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In 2023, the IT Department proposed establishing Balochistan’s first Technology Park. The plan was to acquire land in a prime area of Quetta, construct a new facility, and equip it with modern technology infrastructure. The estimated cost was around Rs 3 billion, with a completion timeline of nearly four years. It was an ambitious proposal, but also a costly and time consuming one. In the technology sector, such delays often mean missed opportunities. During a visit to Quetta, the then Chief Secretary, Shakeel Qadir, raised a critical question. Why should the government spend billions on new land and construction when several government buildings in the city had been lying abandoned for years? He directed that an existing facility be identified and that the Technology Park be developed through a public private partnership to save public money and deliver results quickly. This idea gained real momentum when it reached the Chief Minister. The Commissioner Quetta and the CEO of the Balochistan Public Private Partnership Authority carried out detailed work on this direction. Multiple buildings were surveyed, consultants were engaged, and expert opinions were obtained. Structural integrity, legal status, and technical feasibility were all examined carefully before a viable option was finalized. When the proposal was presented to the Chief Minister Sarfraz Bugti, he did more than simply approve it. He personally convened all stakeholders, resolved coordination issues, and gave clear ownership to the project. Most importantly, he set a firm and ambitious timeline to establish Balochistan’s first Technology Park within two months. That decisive leadership changed the pace of execution. There were reservations from the IT Department and hesitation from the Social Welfare Department to part with a building that had remained unused for nearly a decade. Institutional concerns and procedural delays could easily have stalled the project. The Chief Minister’s continued support and close follow up proved crucial. With guidance from the Chief Secretary and backing from the Chief Minister Chief Minister's Office Balochistan, the team worked through each obstacle, aligned departments, and kept the focus on the broader public interest. The emphasis remained on reviving a neglected public asset rather than preserving departmental control. Instead of spending Rs 3 billion and waiting four years, the government Govt. of Balochistan repurposed an abandoned building through a public private partnership and delivered the project in record time. The Technology Park was inaugurated on 14th August by Sarfraz Bugti Today, it hosts 13 technology companies and provides employment to more than 100 people. These are real jobs and real opportunities. For young professionals in Quetta, it has become a clear signal that the provincial leadership is serious about creating space for technology, innovation, and private sector growth within Balochistan. This is what saving Rs 3 billion truly represents. It reflects a governance approach driven by leadership, clarity, and execution. With the Chief Minister’s vision and ownership, and sustained effort by the administrative team, an abandoned building was transformed into a functioning institution that is beginning to reshape the technology landscape of Balochistan.

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میٹروپولیٹن کارپوریشن پر ایک ارب کا قرضہ ہے ۔ 5 ماہ سے ملازمین کی تنخواہیں نہیں مل رہیں۔ سڑکوں کی مرمت نہیں کر پا رہے ۔ گٹروں پر ڈھکن نہیں رکھ پا رہے ۔ اسٹریٹ لائٹس نہیں لگا سک رہے ۔ کارپوریشن کی 800 دکانیں صرف 55 روپے ماہانہ کرایہ پر ہیں۔ کرایے بڑھانے کے پروسیجر کو مکمل کر کے دکانوں کو نوٹس دئے ۔ پھر سیل کیں۔ سب اب سٹے پر چل رہی ہیں۔ ایک خالی بلڈنگ کو ائی ٹی پارک میں بدلنے کا کام مکمل کیا اور اخبار اشتہار دیا ۔ اس پر سٹے ا گیا ۔ صفائی کا کام سرکاری عملہ نہیں کر سکتا۔ پاکستان کے بیسٹ کنسلٹنٹ سے پبلک پرائیویٹ پارٹنر شپ کا کیس بنا کر اپروول لے کر اخبار اشتہار دیا تاکہ سرکاری ملازمین کی بجائے ماڈرن مشینری سے کام ہو لیکن اس پر بھی سٹے ا گیا ۔ ائرپورٹ روڈ کو پرائیویٹ سیکٹر کے حوالے کر کے سولر لائٹس کا پراجیکٹ شروع کیا لیکن اس کا کیس نیب میں چل رہا ہے ۔ بجٹ کے قریب مزید پیسے نہیں مل سکتے ۔ اسی ٹیم سے ،اسی یونین بازی کے ساتھ ۔ انہیں افسران کے ساتھ مل کر 2 ماہ میں رکارڈ کام کیا اور دو لاکھ ٹن کچرہ ری سائیکل پلانٹ اور ڈمپنگ سائٹ پر شفٹ کیا ۔ PDMA Balochistan کی بہترین ٹیم نے بروقت کاروائی کر کے نالے صاف کیئے اور قبضے چھڑوائے ۔ ان کی مشین پر گولیاں چلائیں گئیں۔ اس پراسس میں ایک ہزار سے زائد لوگوں سے دشمنیاں مول لیں جو ہر قسم کا پراپیگنڈا کر کے ہر طرح سے فیل کرنا چاہتے ہیں تاکہ ان کے بھتے چلتے رہیں اور تیل چوری ہوتا رہے۔ ان سب کی تنقید کے باوجود کام جاری ہے ۔ اس عید پر سب شہریوں سے گزارش ہے کہ قربانی کے بعد سڑکوں پر گند نہ پھینکیں۔ ہم دن رات لگا کر شہر صاف کریں گے انشاءاللہ۔ کارپوریشن کا ساتھ دیں۔

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Transformation of Quetta.

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(2/2) And yet, amid the chaos, order emerged. Security was tightened across hospitals, stations, and public spaces. We were fighting not just an enemy with guns, but one with ideology—and ideology hunts the vulnerable. At Quetta Railway Station, as word of deaths emerged, families arrived—some barefoot, some broken, some refusing to believe what the headlines told them. We converted parts of the station into a shelter. Food, water, emergency kits, soft beds—and harder truths. One woman clutched my sleeve, whispering, “Beta, lag raha tha hum zinda nahi niklenge.” She wasn’t a statistic. None of them were. Each was a survivor of an invisible war. And then came one of the most wrenching moments of my life. I was directed to receive the first wave of survivors arriving by rail. I went to the station with the DG PDMA. The platform felt more like a battlefield hospital than a transit point. Dusty faces. Bloodied clothes. Eyes wide with unspeakable trauma. And amid the wreckage of human emotion, a mother came to me, clutched my shirt, and began to cry—no, wail. She screamed the name of her son, Shahzeb, who hadn’t returned with the others. “Mera beta kahan hai?” she cried, her voice cracking under the unbearable weight of terror. It wasn’t just grief—it was a primal cry, one that tore through all bureaucratic barriers. I stood helpless—but only for a second. I promised her—no stone would be left unturned. We relayed her plea to all LEAs. FC intensified its search. That entire night we waited, our hearts refusing rest. And then—a call: Shahzeb had been found alive, saved by the SSG commandos in a final, daring push. That reunion—so raw, so full of life—etched itself into my memory forever. We welcomed Shahzeb back like a returning soldier: pale, hungry, dazed. We offered him food, wrapped a blanket around him, and gave him water—but mostly we gave him silence. A space to breathe. To return to life. Then we took him to his mother ourselves. She saw him, and the scream that followed wasn’t grief, but a joy so fierce that it cracked the silence open. Around her, even officers forgot their ranks and wept as men. Even the DG PDMA wiped his eyes. In that moment, the state, the family, the human spirit—all collided in a kind of spiritual triumph. “God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another,” Shakespeare once said. But that night, all masks fell away, leaving only grateful tears and trembling hands. The train that lived was more than metal and wheels—it was the soul of a people tested by fire and carried home by the quiet courage of men who refused to surrender. The local administration, often dismissed in ordinary times, proved that governance is not about files—it is about faces. It is about showing up when death walks the tracks. That night, I saw two sides of humanity—those who kill in the name of God, and those who protect life in His name. And between them, a narrow track of choices. In that battle, Zarrar gave us victory. FC gave it shape. And the people of Quetta gave it heart. So, if anyone believes they can hijack our peace—if they dare believe fear is theirs to spread—let them know: tum shuru zaroor kar sakte ho… lekin khatam hum karte hain. That night, we didn’t just rescue lives; We reclaimed the right to live unafraid.

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