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The statue

This short story by Altaf Baloch has been translated, from Balochi, by Mahganj Taj.   He lived alone and there was nobody else living in the entire city. He was so fond of his loneliness that no one else settled there but himself. The city was so lively and beautiful …

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Some pieces of paper

This short story by Munir Momin has been translated from Balochi by Hoorain Mahrang.   No one could tell this corpse belonged to an insane man. I had not seen such a beautiful corpse in my life. I fancied that Dalarm had led his whole life for the purpose that his …

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The Shepherd, The Greek and The Colonel

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.   The Shepherd (i) It all started one …

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The Doomsday

This Balochi short story by Ghaus Bahar, who passed away last week, has been translated by Fazal Baloch.    It is midday. The sun is scorching hot overhead. From tiny ants and birds to giant leopards and elephants, everyone is writhing in unbearable heat. As far as one could see, …

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Fell

By Aslan Ahmed Aslan Ahmed, a school-going child from Canada, has responded to Balochistan Times’ call for original short stories written by children under 17. Enjoy his first story.   Chapter 1 Imagine this. You are falling from a plane six miles in the air. Your airplane chair and a …

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Here I am

Saddened but not broken Shackled but not hindered   I fell from your blows, Harsh and continuous, I fell but not subdued My gaze still upwards Aspiring for the sun   I heard one of us fell today Darkness consumed another son of light To stop what has been heralded, …

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The man in the long, black coat

His heavy footsteps resonated through the empty street as his black combat boots splashed through another puddle of rainwater. Covering his eyes with his hat and face cast down, he stepped out of the road and onto the sidewalk. The rain continued to pound down on him, getting heavier by …

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Illusion

Meaning to life is an illusion followed by the multitude, a madding crowd. Blessed are those who are blinded with ignorance for they keep running towards the dark abyss, relentlessly. And yet, among us walk the ones who know. They dare not stop and doubt for the fear of being …

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