This website is about Balochistan and the Baloch people.
But these are tainted years, ours; the blood of men far away tumbles again in the foam, the waves stain us, the moon is spattered. These faraway agonies are our agonies and the struggle for the oppressed is a hard vein in my heart.
Perhaps this war will pass like the others which divided us, leaving us dead, killing us along with the killers but the shame of this time puts its burning fingers to our faces. Who will erase the ruthlessness hidden in innocent blood?
