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Fazal Baloch teaches Urdu at Atta Shad Degree College, Turbat. He is the first regular translator of Balochi literature into English.

Why does the moon look so beautiful?

This story about a man who doesn’t know how to laugh is originally penned down by Naguman. Fazal Baloch has translated it from Balochi for our readers.   On the very day of our first wedding anniversary, my wife gave birth to a baby boy. Thus we named him Saalaan*. …

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Gul Khan Naseer: Revolutionary Baloch poet

Born in 1914, at Nushki, Balochistan, Gul Khan made his first appearance in the realm of literature in the early 1940s during the heyday of the Progressive Movement. He was among the few progressive Balochi writers who stayed committed with the ideology of the movement till their last breath. Initially, …

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Hasan Sòl

A R Daad short story Hasan Sòl is a modern parable. Fazal Baloch has translated it from Balochi.   Even after much medication and treatment, the lamp of his fate refused to glow. His wife had also tried everything she had been told could be helpful. One day, a colleague at …

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The world

Fazal Baloch translates Munir Momen’s poem, zamanag, we publish the other day.    Every night, The world yells some filthy abuse, At my solitude, And runs away out of the window. But it cannot travel beyond the city. Every morning, I’m the first to bump into it. Oblivious of its abuse and my solitude, It …

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Utter helplessness

This poem, was e bewasi, by Atta Shad has been translated from Balochi by Fazal Baloch. God, O God! Where is that world? That heaven and the earth? Where is the dark dawn that should lead to daylight? Those flower-studded stars, the bright moon? Where is that inner tipsy ambience? The …

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The flying birds

This story by Munir Badini has been translated from Balochi by Fazal Baloch.   Whenever I step into the bathroom, I think of flying birds. While brushing my teeth, shaving or taking a bath, all the time I whistle and twitter like those birds. As water trickles down my body, I …

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The earth and the sea

This poem by Munir Momen has been translated from Balochi Fazal Baloch.   The sea, A scrawled evidence of sails. And the earth, A song chanted by the wind On the wedding of trees. Every night, You stay awake in the hope of the moment When the wind falls asleep …

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In the middle of a tryst

This poem by modernist Balochi poet, Munir Momen, has been translated into English by Fazal Baloch.   In the void of our separation A day can break A night can sleep A city can rest A dream can bloom But this solitude, which is a sleeping soldier, Would vanquish like …

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My son’s classmate

This Balochi short story by prolific fiction writer, Munir Badini, has been translated into English by Fazal Baloch. One day, I saw bulldozers of the Municipal Corporation demolishing the encroachments across the slum area. I didn’t care. The next day, I found a debris stretching up to the main road. …

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The urge to itch

This story was originally authored by Naguman in Balochi. Fazal Baloch has translated it for our English readers.   He was perplexed. It had been half an hour he sat contemplating at the canteen for medical students of the Sandemen Hospital. Nothing significant had happened. Just a nurse, passing him …

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