This short short story by A R Daad has been translated by Jalil Baloch from Balochi.
At the back of the door, on a wall, the old man had written the date and month of his arrival.
“I am the youngest son of Saalaar. The day I came here there was no sign of any living being except for this barren and desolated land. Initially, I had tried finding out my name’s meaning. My entire life passed, no one was ever able to tell me what Saalaar meant.”
A young man had written the story of his departure on a mirror:
“I sailed on a boat to reach here. The soldiers at the shore captured me and put me in the prison. I am writing my diary.
I’ll be leaving after them. There isn’t any place left where I can write the story of my arrival and departure.”