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 dreadful afternoon when The Shepherd ...
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, the whole world looks like ...
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 bag of pretzels are all ...
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, For quite sometime A ...
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 each passing minute. A loud ...
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 crushed by the blind fury ...
This short short story by A R Daad has been translated from Balochi by Mahnoor Mustafa. Behind the door, on the wall, an old man had written the year and month of his arrival. “I am the youngest son of Salar. The day I came here, except woods and bushes, I could not find ...
This is the English translation of Gul Khan Naseer’s Balochi poem ‘Ya Khuda Wanda’. ‘O’ Gracious God bestow the Baloch nation with people who are: Sagacious, valiant, magnanimous, compassionate and courageous too Their prudence and sagaciousness be more glorious than the brightest morns Their evergreen wisdom be resplendently dazzling in magnificence and majesty Their ...
I always believed I’ll meet you some day Like old friends Or former lovers Bumping into one another In strange countries At ordinary cafes Where you were not supposed to go Where you were not supposed to be But somehow, someway Our paths cross And we meet for no apparent reason Some call it ...
I am the wailing wall In my cracks and clefts Lay the sorrows of ages In my stones Lives man and his loneliness I am the wailing wall Come to me Sit down and empty yourself I am a sponge In me I behold the flood Of human miseries I have seen man In his ...
