Hazaran Baloch
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English Lit Major | bylines: @etribune @dawn_com @Diplomat_APAC @thewire_in @thenews_intl @SAAGanthology etc. What happens when we cannot tell our own stories.
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#Karachi: Sindh Police is baton charging Baloch protestors and attempting arrests to prevent the peaceful demonstration of #BYC at Karachi Press Club.
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The state, in its infinite wisdom, has decided that the best way to deal with a woman who speaks for the unheard is to ensure she is unheard too. Mahrang Baloch, a leader too genuine for the carefully curated democracy around her, now sits behind bars—not for any crime, but for the far greater offense of making the voiceless believe they could have a voice. Of course, they call it “maintaining order.” Because nothing disturbs order quite like a woman who refuses to sit down, who dares to ask why the disappeared are still missing, why justice is always delayed, and why the only thing that moves swiftly in this country is the hand that silences dissent. #MahrangBaloch #Women #Quetta
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On the first and second day of Eid, thousands took to the streets on Baloch Yakjehti Committee call, demanding the release of their leaders. The response was predictable—crackdowns, arrests, force wielded not as a tool of control but as an end in itself. The state operates on a simple assumption: eliminate the leaders, and the movement dies. But this is where authoritarian logic fails. Leaders can be detained, but ideas cannot. A movement built on coercion collapses the moment its enforcers step away. A movement built on conviction only grows stronger under pressure. What the BYC leaders gave to the people was not just speeches but a cause. And a cause, once embraced, continues—whether its leaders are free or behind bars. This is the paradox of repression: the more brutal the crackdown, the clearer the reason to resist. #BYCLeaders #Balochistan #EidAlFitr #Protests
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Two lifeless bodies lay in the heart of Saryab, Quetta’s busiest street. The Ramadan lights flickered, but the state’s priorities shone brighter. Justice wasn’t coming, but the mourners stayed, not to quietly bury the bodies, but to at least keep them from vanishing into thin air, as so many have before. A third body never made it to the road. Security forces had confiscated it. Because, of course, in Balochistan, even the dead are a threat to national security. Then came Fajr. The Muazzin’s voice faded, and the mourners—exhausted, broken—prepared to pray. But before they could bow their heads, the ground trembled. Footsteps. Heavy. Disciplined. Thousands of security forces, as if two dead men and a grieving crowd had declared war. Before the mourners, before the bodies, the forces came. With rifles and bullets, they did what they do best: take. First, they took the very bodies they had slain. Then, they turned to the living. One by one, mourners were dragged away, pulled by hands, legs, rifle butts, women children and men, tossed into police vans like criminals. The protest, meant to demand the return of disappeared people, ended with more disappearances—including the bodies. Efficiency at its finest. #Women #children #Quetta #BYC #Balochistan
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