Loneliness of Mama Qadeer Baloch
Khalid Walid Safi. Translated by Rakshani Baloch
By looking Mama Qadeer Baloch is alone; perhaps that loneliness is his power and friend. Every morning without any rest he picks up decorated bouquet of forcefully disappeared and martyred pictures and goes to prosper his protest camp. Before sun goes down he leaves. He sets on the mat on the floor with dignity. He looks like a twenty two grade officer.
Many people turn their weakness into a power and they reach to peaks of the Hamalya. But, for some their loneliness is their assembly and keep talking and laughing within. Perhaps rarely there are such resolute persons like Mama Qadeer Baloch, the passerby sees and thinks he is sane and may express their sympathy towards him. But, Mama Qadeer Baloch who does not want to be a risk but instead he wants to become a shining history. His beloved son Jalil Reki mutilated body was found on Mand, District Kech region. He did not hold the mourning while many thought his son is martyred; now he has no interest of carrying on the struggle of releasing the rest of
forcefully disappeared Baloch. Now, he will be worried of making his own end meat for his family. While Mama Qadeer Baloch considers all forcefully disappeared Baloch like his own son Jalil Reki.
It is not necessary that in this world everyone thinks only about themselves. Instead of that, there are people who also want to live for others like Mama Abdul Qadeer Baloch. He is like a lamp, it is burning and it’s giving the lights to its surrounding. He is like a seed, it has gone deep in the soil it has grown like a tree. Now, the trees shades and fruits have been benefiting others.
Whether it is cold, warm, cloudy, windy, shower or be scorching heat. Mama Qadeer Baloch’s journey never stopped. It is neither an unfavourable circumstance nor an unexpected weather, he has shown neither obstacle for him nor is his will broken. He is in his old age, but his passion for struggle is so young.
Quetta is a big city. It is the capital of Balochistan. Similarly, like other cities here people are also struggling. They have been chasing for a good life. Their life struggle never ends. Many are running for a prosperous and luxurious life. They are struggling for bank balances, brand new vehicles, and beautiful bungalows. Many are struggling for their transfer and good postings. They are struggling to achieve all of them by taking others cheerfulness and smiles only for the sake of their own colorful life. Which is called ability here? They destroy and take way, other families’ future for their own personal gain. It is called intelligence here. They are busy struggling to provide comfort and tranquility to his six feet body. Before it was saying“everything is fair in love and war” now I think another one is needs to be added which is “Everything is also fair for personal gain”. Here, People are too busy making their personal world beautiful.
But, Mama Qadeer Baloch is alien to all of them. For him, his protest camp is everything. He is busy building it up by displaying the enforced disappeared and martyred pictures in his protest camps. He considers all disappeared and martyred pictures are his assists so his wealth has been increasing. Today, his human rights protest reached total of 933 days. This is his bank balance. He does not belong to those people whom are taking away others smiles for his own selfish gain instead; he is sacrificing his own comfort for others to have happiness. He has buried his own desires, necessities, personal and social life. His future dreams are to be sacrificed and his own interest for others’ future.
He is a one individual who is fighting against an entire system with his empty hand with his courage. Because his mind is not empty his power is within his mind, he
is using that power but it is not visible. Before, many who pass by have taken a glance of him while he was setting on his protest camp but now it seems everybody is confined in his own world. Perhaps many of them got tired of looking at him while Mama Qadeer Baloch himself is not tired. He has been continuing his journey but his face does not show tiredness. Every dawn is transferring a fresh blood on his face it gives him more courage then he picks up his pictures and goes to the protest camp. It is not a protest camp but it is a battlefield where Mama Qadeer Baloch is fighting alongside an army.
He is sitting alone; his loneliness is looks a crowd for him. His protest camp is full of melody which rules in the heart. This is many peoples’ false imagination that he is alone and perhaps he has become hopeless. He is going to shut down his protest camp. But, he feels he is his surrounded in festivity environments. Everywhere, he hears a clarion and it is full of people. Many people are looking just for today while he is looking to the future. Perhaps, the world sees him as a crazy man while he sees his surrounding world as crazy. When human beings have strong characters, he will be able to fight with the entire system.
Mama Qadeeer Baloch, has that strong character. Today, he is the main character of a novel. While “Balochi Academy” is only few yards from his protests camp, I wish,
Baloch writers could write a novel about this live character. They should preserve that novel for the next generation. Because the future is going to be proud of him and the history is like a servant folding his both hand standing front of him. He is a movement. He is reshaping himself in the history. He will be evident in the history, a history
of a new dawn.
Courtesy of Daily Tawar
By looking Mama Qadeer Baloch is alone; perhaps that loneliness is his power and friend. Every morning without any rest he picks up decorated bouquet of forcefully disappeared and martyred pictures and goes to prosper his protest camp. Before sun goes down he leaves. He sets on the mat on the floor with dignity. He looks like a twenty two grade officer.
Many people turn their weakness into a power and they reach to peaks of the Hamalya. But, for some their loneliness is their assembly and keep talking and laughing within. Perhaps rarely there are such resolute persons like Mama Qadeer Baloch, the passerby sees and thinks he is sane and may express their sympathy towards him. But, Mama Qadeer Baloch who does not want to be a risk but instead he wants to become a shining history. His beloved son Jalil Reki mutilated body was found on Mand, District Kech region. He did not hold the mourning while many thought his son is martyred; now he has no interest of carrying on the struggle of releasing the rest of
forcefully disappeared Baloch. Now, he will be worried of making his own end meat for his family. While Mama Qadeer Baloch considers all forcefully disappeared Baloch like his own son Jalil Reki.
It is not necessary that in this world everyone thinks only about themselves. Instead of that, there are people who also want to live for others like Mama Abdul Qadeer Baloch. He is like a lamp, it is burning and it’s giving the lights to its surrounding. He is like a seed, it has gone deep in the soil it has grown like a tree. Now, the trees shades and fruits have been benefiting others.
Whether it is cold, warm, cloudy, windy, shower or be scorching heat. Mama Qadeer Baloch’s journey never stopped. It is neither an unfavourable circumstance nor an unexpected weather, he has shown neither obstacle for him nor is his will broken. He is in his old age, but his passion for struggle is so young.
Quetta is a big city. It is the capital of Balochistan. Similarly, like other cities here people are also struggling. They have been chasing for a good life. Their life struggle never ends. Many are running for a prosperous and luxurious life. They are struggling for bank balances, brand new vehicles, and beautiful bungalows. Many are struggling for their transfer and good postings. They are struggling to achieve all of them by taking others cheerfulness and smiles only for the sake of their own colorful life. Which is called ability here? They destroy and take way, other families’ future for their own personal gain. It is called intelligence here. They are busy struggling to provide comfort and tranquility to his six feet body. Before it was saying“everything is fair in love and war” now I think another one is needs to be added which is “Everything is also fair for personal gain”. Here, People are too busy making their personal world beautiful.
But, Mama Qadeer Baloch is alien to all of them. For him, his protest camp is everything. He is busy building it up by displaying the enforced disappeared and martyred pictures in his protest camps. He considers all disappeared and martyred pictures are his assists so his wealth has been increasing. Today, his human rights protest reached total of 933 days. This is his bank balance. He does not belong to those people whom are taking away others smiles for his own selfish gain instead; he is sacrificing his own comfort for others to have happiness. He has buried his own desires, necessities, personal and social life. His future dreams are to be sacrificed and his own interest for others’ future.
He is a one individual who is fighting against an entire system with his empty hand with his courage. Because his mind is not empty his power is within his mind, he
is using that power but it is not visible. Before, many who pass by have taken a glance of him while he was setting on his protest camp but now it seems everybody is confined in his own world. Perhaps many of them got tired of looking at him while Mama Qadeer Baloch himself is not tired. He has been continuing his journey but his face does not show tiredness. Every dawn is transferring a fresh blood on his face it gives him more courage then he picks up his pictures and goes to the protest camp. It is not a protest camp but it is a battlefield where Mama Qadeer Baloch is fighting alongside an army.
He is sitting alone; his loneliness is looks a crowd for him. His protest camp is full of melody which rules in the heart. This is many peoples’ false imagination that he is alone and perhaps he has become hopeless. He is going to shut down his protest camp. But, he feels he is his surrounded in festivity environments. Everywhere, he hears a clarion and it is full of people. Many people are looking just for today while he is looking to the future. Perhaps, the world sees him as a crazy man while he sees his surrounding world as crazy. When human beings have strong characters, he will be able to fight with the entire system.
Mama Qadeeer Baloch, has that strong character. Today, he is the main character of a novel. While “Balochi Academy” is only few yards from his protests camp, I wish,
Baloch writers could write a novel about this live character. They should preserve that novel for the next generation. Because the future is going to be proud of him and the history is like a servant folding his both hand standing front of him. He is a movement. He is reshaping himself in the history. He will be evident in the history, a history
of a new dawn.
Courtesy of Daily Tawar
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