shukriaShe was just 9 years old. She didn’t know whether she was a Shia or a Sunni Muslim. She even didn’t know which ethnic group she belonged to. All she knew that she had small sparkling eyes, fair complexion and a small cute nose. She also knew that she was living in Afghanistan but she didn’t know how vulnerable she was being a Hazara Shia girl.

In her native village Dhamordha, Jaghori District, Afghanistan she walked freely. She used to go to her school alone without fear of being stopped. She was studying in year 4. She loved her school and her class teacher. Perhaps she wanted to be a school teacher. She was the second daughter but she always considered herself the eldest child in the family. She didn’t like playing with dolls because it would make her feel younger. And she never wanted that something should make her feel smaller. She wanted to grow fast—faster than a bamboo tree. She seemed to be in a rush to get bigger as soon as possible. Sometimes she would secretly wear her mother’s dress and put her makeup on her tiny cute face but she didn’t know that makeup would rather make her look younger of her age.

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Unknown Killers Unknown Destinations

HazaraTwo customers popped in Fire Brigade Shopping Plaza on Meconogey Road, Quetta City, Pakistan around 4pm on 27th of May 2015. One of them walked to Haji Hussain shop, who was sitting on a small stool in his small shop. On seeing the customer, Haji stood up to receive the customer warmly, but he instead received several warm bullets in his chest. The other customer, in the meantime, went to the next shop, pulled his gun out and pumped multiple bullets into Muhammad Esa’s body. Later on, both killer customers moved to Haji Musa’s shop and shot several bullets in his body. The unknown armed men, after that, calmly managed to drive off to an unknown destination. It was not the first time that the unknown killers escaped to an unknown destination. It was the third time in two days, fourth time in fifteen days and 176 times for the past 14 years.

The main City Police Station is situated a few meters away from the killing scene while the Frontier Corps (FC) check post is literally 15 yards away. But it doesn’t make a difference, when it comes to Hazara killings in Pakistan especially Quetta City.

Haji Hussain died on the spot. Haji Musa succumbed to his injuries in the hospital, while Muhammad Esa is getting medical treatment in the hospital.

On 26th of May 2015 around 6pm, an unknown armed man, reportedly clad in a Police uniform, appeared at Saleem Complex, Jinnah Road, Quetta City and sprayed bullets on four Hazaras who were sitting in a private clinic — waiting for the doctor to get medical treatment. The killer shot killed two Hazara men on the scene and injured two Hazara women. The unknown armed man afterwards managed to escape to an unknown destination.

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Politics in Pakistan

imageIn the West, politicians run the political affairs of the country. They exercise political power and demonstrate governance. They make political decisions. They make political strategic visits. They make foreign and home policies. And they are elected by the people. But when we think of Pakistan, this is not what the people of Pakistan see the politicians doing. There’re some other people behind the doors, who make political decisions, make political strategic visits, and make foreign and home policies. Politicians are elected, sorry, selected by the invisible forces and they are accountable to “them” unfortunately.

I know that the military establishment has repeatedly denied of any involvement in the political affairs of Pakistan, but still there are people who believe that they are the real players who hold the real power and the real governance.

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شیر برنج“سلام و عليكم،” نانے كرار درونِ اَولى خانے اَمسايہ داخل شده گفت و ده خوش اخلاقى پرسان كد.”اَو ، يگو خانہ استہ؟”
“واعليكم سلام،” فاطمہ از دروازه كم دور تاى اَوچہ ده يگ بغل شيشتہ كاسہ پيلہ موشوشت گفت.”صبر خالہ، آلى نانے مہ مايہ.”
“نانئي!” فاطمہ آوازِ بلند نانے خو كوى كد.
نانے فاطمہ از خانہ بورو اماد و سميدم طرفِ نانے كرار رافت و گفت “اَئیی خوار سلام، بوبخشين خانہ ره جارو موكدوم.”
“خدا بوبخشہ خوار، اينا براى شمو نذر آوُوردوم،” نانے كرار قابِ شير برنج ره دده گفت.
“خدا نذراى شمو ره قبول كنہ، خوار،” نانے فاطمہ قابِ شير برنج ره گرفتہ گفت.
“جور باشين خوار. خدا شمو ره ايمان بيديہ،” نانے كرار گفت.
“خير استہ خوار؟ نذر براى چى كدين؟ نہ ماى محرم استہ، نہ رجب نہ شعبان؟” نانے فاطمہ پرسان كد.
“بس خوار اموتر كدوم …،” نانے كرار گفتنى بود مگہ نہ گفت. Continue reading

Roza/نيك بخت روزه

imageخدایا شکر. ہزار بار شکر۔ ہر چہ شکر کنوم کم استہ۔ روزہ بلاۤخر دہ اینجی رسید۔ تمام شومو رہ مبارک شونہ۔ خودیم بسیار خوشحال استوم۔ یقینن دیگا ام خوش باشہ۔ خبر دروم کہ روزہ دہ دیگہ جایا دو سہ روز پیش رسیدہ بود مگہ دہ اینجی دیشاؤ رسید۔ دیر شود بخاطریکہ راہ خراب بود۔ سرِ مرز بسیار سختی بود ازو خاطر دیر شود۔

دو روز پیش مہ بسیار دہ تشویش بودوم۔ پریشان بودوم کہ خدایا چہ کار کنوم۔ نیک بخت روزہ دہ تمام جایا رافت، مگہ اینجی نہ اماد۔ ای رہ زنگ دے کہ او رہ زنگ دے۔ اینجی بورو کہ اونجی بورو مگہ ہیج احوال نہ ماد۔ خدایا چہ کار شود؟ خدا نخواستہ دہ گیر اماد۔ تای لاری شود۔ تای آؤ شود۔ راہ رہ گوم کد۔ ہر چہ قوچاقبر رہ زنگ میزہ دوم، زنگ نہ مورافت۔ کجا شود ای نیک بخت روزہ؟ ہر ساعت تشویش مہ زیاد شودہ رائیہ بود۔ روزہ نہ ماد کہ نہ ماد۔ سرِ کوہ رافتوم، بلے بام بال شودوم ، شمو یقین کین بلے درخت ام بال شودوم کہ او رہ بینگرنوم مگہ نہ دیدوم۔ رفیقا رہ زنگ ذدوم کہ شاید اونا دیدہ باشہ مگہ مثبت جواب نہ ماد۔ امیتر گیج بودوم کہ چہ کار کنوم۔ میخاستوم کہ روزہ رہ زود بیگروم۔ مگہ چیتور بیگروم؟ برای گرفتو ضروری استہ کہ مہ باید او رہ بینگرنوم۔ تمام مسلمانا ثوابا رہ گرفت۔ خدا خبر یگو قطرہ بلے ازمو بومنہ کہ نہ۔

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