WRITER: ABEER BALOCH
Epigraph
کیو اول ائے بڑز والا نا خدائ ءِ سجدہ
کیوا اوکہ پد ہڑدے ہر فدائ ءِ سجدہ
ابصار سلال
Balochi translation
پیسرا کناں ھاوند تئی ھدائیءَ سجدہ
چہ تو پد کناں ھرروچ ھر فدائیءَ سجدہ
یونس کُلانچی
English Translation
To the Almighty first, my bowing head is cast, Then to every fearless soul whose sacrifice outlasts.
دروت الیوا ای ہڑدے ساہ و جان نا پلکاتے
خن تیا تخو تینا مکران نا پلکاتے
ابصار سلال
Balochi Translation
دروت دائمءَ بکشاں ساہءُ جان ءِپُلکاں پہ
ھردو دیدگاں داراں مکرانءِ پُلکاں پہ
یونس کُلانچی
English Translation
Each day I kiss the sacred soil that holds my soul and breath, And place the dust of Makran in my eyes to guard till death.
The ancient earth of Makuran and the vast expanses of Balochistan breathe an untamed spirit, their sun-scorched valleys and silent, sentinel mountains holding the memory of centuries. This is the land and soul of Balochistan, where iron men are born from the dust and stone daughters across every corner of Balochistan walk like living legends across the ridges. Here, beneath a vast and burning sky, the land itself seems to beat with the pulse of an ancient struggle, where every rock and ravine tells a story of survival and defiance.
Long before the modern world traced its borders, this terrain forged a people who knew how to stand against the gale. Balochistan is more than a geographic expanse; it is a crucible of identity, where the earth and its defenders are forged from the same unbending quartz and shale. From the coast of Makuran to the highlands of every corner of Balochistan, the mountains stand tall and unbroken, echoing the quiet, fierce resolve of a nation that refuses to be erased by time or tyranny.
In this timeless landscape, the footsteps of Banuk Karima linger like a colorful dawn that refuses to fade across all of Balochistan. Though she is no longer physically present among us, her spirit remains an ever-present guiding light, walking every path and teaching the gospel of freedom everywhere. Her lifelong struggle and sacrifice have not vanished into the wind instead, they have taken root and blossomed into a magnificent reality, taking shape in the fierce, devoted ranks of the Karima Armed Assault Division (KAAD) as daughters from every corner of Balochistan rise.
The emergence of this wing within the Balochistan Liberation Front (BLF) is a profound proof of that enduring legacy. The daughters of this soil across Balochistan have stepped forward, their hearts beating in rhythm with the ancient drums of the mountains, carrying forward a mission that transcends generations. They are the living embodiment of Karima’s vision, proving that the struggle for liberation is passed from hand to hand like an eternal flame across the entire homeland.
These brave women are the living shape of their brothers the uncountable, sacred blood of martyrs has shaped their sisters. They are the product of the long, unbroken struggles of all who structured this war from its very beginning. They are the direct reflection of every soul that has sacrificed everything for this soil, carrying forward the untamed torch handed down through generations of pain and resilience.
Across these rugged valleys and plains of Balochistan, the fight for freedom is a shared inheritance. Here, brothers and sisters stand shoulder to shoulder in the unbroken line of resistance, bound not just by blood, but by a sacred vow to protect their ancestral home. The enemy looks upon these peaks and sees an insurmountable wall, because every corner of Balochistan echoes with a unified, unbreakable will to be free.
History bears witness that the desire for sovereignty cannot be permanently caged by force of arms. Across the globe, from the courageous women of Tahiti who fiercely defended their islands against foreign invasion to the freedom fighters of countless other oppressed lands, history is written by those who refuse to bow. The women of Balochistan join this grand, global tapestry of unyielding womanhood, proving that courage knows no gender and that freedom is a universal birthright.
The Baloch Liberation Army (BLA) and the Balochistan Liberation Front (BLF) stand united in this historic truth, demonstrating to the world that Balochistan has a deep history of valor and a sovereign right to fight for its existence. Like other nations that have risen from the ashes of colonial oppression, the people across all of Balochistan are charting their own destiny, matching every obstacle with an equal measure of revolutionary defiance.
To watch the daughters of Balochistan move across the landscape is to witness poetry in motion. They blend seamlessly into the hills, their presence as natural and undeniable as the wild olive trees clinging to the cliffs or the hawks soaring high above the gorges. They are the daughters of the stone and the wind, drawing their breath from the very soil of Balochistan that nourished their ancestors.
We are alive and we rise more with every shadow that falls across the plateau of Balochistan. Here the flame of freedom is now in roar! Now the Baloch is in its way to achieve the freedom the land! The more the horizon darkens, the brighter the internal flame burns, casting a light that reaches every corner of the homeland. This resistance is not a fleeting moment of anger it is a steady, thumping heartbeat that resonates through every valley, every canyon and every soul that calls Balochistan home.
We resist more, we endure more and we march forward with the unshakable certainty of the dawn. The mountains of Balochistan will continue to stand guard, the winds will carry the songs of freedom from peak to peak and the spirit of Banuk Karima will live on through every sister who takes up the banner. Across the heart of Makuran and the entire expanse of Balochistan, the story of liberation is being written anew every single day, and the earth itself ensures it will never be forgotten.
