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Suffering story of Baloch peoples in pakistan seen by Abdullah baloch

Suffering story of Baloch peoples in pakistan seen by Abdullah baloch

When I was a child, my father did not want me to go to school so that I could learn and study. The real reason was that my father was a poor person and could not spend on education. But my mother insisted that I go to school to learn and finally my father agreed to it.

When I entered school, I did not speak Arabic well and everyone laughed at me. Even the teachers laughed and hit me just because I do not speak Arabic well. At school, I was beaten up by the students every day and when I told the school principal he said it was not my business. The principal and teachers said the students did not beat you and you are a Pakistani liar.

There was no friend in my childhood even today I have no friends. There was no one who would help me and stand with me in my suffering. When I was in my childhood I needed a friend. I did not have a friend and the students beat me and I was hoping there would be someone standing with me and helping me.

People at this time wanted a friend who loves girls and all that is bad, but I was far from this stuff. They did not want good people at heart but wanted people who is close to their thinking, my thinking was different.

My father did not pay me school expenses because he had a lot of loans. I had no money, I did not even have money to buy food. I saw students eat but I did not have money. When a bell rings, I used to take the remaining food from the waste left by the students and then eat it.

On one occasion, the teacher saw that I had taken the food out of the trash, and instead of helping me, he hit me and said, “I warn you, do not to do it again”.

I used to suffer a lot in school from everyone although I loved studying. Because of my sufferings at school and my family’s bad conditions I left school. I worked in cleaning the houses of people, buy items from the market. But they too did not appreciate my efforts and gave me very little money, which could not fulfil the needs of my family.

They always said, “You are Pakistani”, and I was always insulted a lot for my Pakistani identity. I was thinking to myself, I do not know why Pakistani people and Pakistani children are hated? Why do not they allow me to play with them but there was no one to answer my questions?

Then I left the work to clean people’s homes, because I did not like being insulted every day. Then I worked in markets, shops and delivery.

I was arrested six times and every time I was imprisoned for three days or a week. The charge was that I was begging, not that I was working. Although I told them that I was working for expenses and helping my family and I was crying a lot in prison, but they did not release me. I was finally released after a period in bail after paying a fine.

I remember when I was ill and go to the hospital for treatment, they would say you are a Pakistani we do not have a cure for you and I was forced to buy medicines from the pharmacy.

There was a good family and I was getting orders for them every day, and I would go to them every day to deliver their request. They had a daughter who was playing with me every day, even though I was poor but did not differentiate. She was talking to me and laughing with me and he cared a lot about me, she became my girlfriend.

And then with the days we were in our adulthood and our love grew with us, her mother knew we loved each other. Her mother said, “I will marry you one day to my daughter. Go look for a good job for the girl’s father to agree”.

Here I started looking for a good job and went to many companies. They all say that you do not have a school certificate and you are Pakistani and work is not suitable for you, you must be an Arab citizen to get a job. And I was thinking with myself, why so many people hate Pakistan? I did not get an answer to this question also since my childhood, why does Pakistan hate Baloch?

But I did not think about searching until I lost my love, humanity that loved me, even though everyone did not love me from school.

After a while I went back to the girl’s mother and told her that I did not get any descent work. I told her that I would work in delivery and markets and I want you to agree to our marriage. She said she had no objection and she will try to convince the girl’s father. This day was one of the happiest days of my life and even my girlfriend was very happy.

After a while, the girl’s mother talked to her father, but he refused. “These Pakistanis and are criminals and you cannot marry my daughter to a Pakistani”, he said. The father of the girl threatened a lot, but I was not afraid because her mother loved me, and the girl loved me too.

One day I was travelling, do not know where to but I remembered the last meeting with my girlfriend. She said you have a big heart and unlike the others, you are my darling and not just a Pakistani. I was very sad to be separated from my girlfriend but then I decided to look for my answers I had not gotten since my childhood.

I decided, it was time to travel to Pakistan so that I can get my answers. But my father did not allow me to travel to Pakistan, I convinced my father to let me travel and then he finally agreed.

When I arrived at Multan Airport, I was arrested by the airport police. They said that I was an Israeli agent, I told them I was a Balochi. But they said your passport was written in English, I told them that it was the embassy that made this mistake and they said, why did you write Pashtun and you say that you are Balochi? And why the writings are not in Urdu?

I tried to convince the Multan Airport Police that all these information on my passport was written by embassy, and he said, “Give us a little money, we will let you go”. I told him I do not have any money, but he attacked me and kept me in custody for more than four hours and finally then let me go.

When I left the airport, a Balochi man greeted me, he was my grandfather’s friends and I left with him to Baluchistan. On the way he told me the story of my grandfather and I started to know a little about Baluchistan through the story. I got some answers.

When I arrived in Baluchistan, I saw the intensification of the Pakistani Army and many checkpoints. I saw people being beaten and searched by the Pakistani Army, some of them were carrying their belongings but the army was taking them away. The Pakistani Army searched me and finally when they saw my card that I came from abroad, they did not say anything to me.

In Balochistan, I saw people without water in their houses, they were drinking from wells. And in Balochistan people do not own houses, they live on land or in huts. In Baluchistan, there are no schools and children are sent to grazing sheep. There are no services in Balochistan where people can live if they come from abroad. People are very poor here, they have nothing to eat and many children and women beg.

After these incidents I started researching on this topic and discovered many things.

I saw that there is discrimination against Balochi people in employment, education and public institutions in Pakistan. There are no schools, hospitals, electricity and water for Balochi people, yet they are persecuted and displaced. They use brutal methods and policies against the Balochi people in Pakistan. Balochi massacres are horrendous, they are murdered and buried, human organs are stolen and exported abroad and then they receive the rest of the bodies in the streets.

The Pakistani Government has conducted nuclear tests in the Balochi area. In 1988 in Baluchistan, the Pakistani Army had claimed the lives of thousands of Balochi, the region has no life out. The army is deployed through Balochistan and one cannot travel from one area to another without fear.

In addition, about 200 thousand Baluchi have been killed since the beginning of the occupation to this day, and more than 20,000 Baluchis have been kidnapped. They are amongst the missing and we do not know their fate.

Kano Baloch people are very good and spread love despite their poverty, they are generous and hospitable people and Kano sells everything for his guest. But I was not there in Pakistan for a long time, I came back because the situation was very dangerous. The intelligence spread in Balochistan that I was monitored and then I returned after getting all my answers.

Then I decided to follow my grandfather’s footsteps and become the defender of the rights of the Balochistan. I was happy when I discovered these facts. Now I am in all my efforts for the rights of the Balochi and requesting the human rights organizations and the world to consider the issue of Balochistan.

Now Abdullah’s life in danger becouse of Pakistan,The world must discover these facts, which they do not know!!!

This eye seen story has been authored by Abdullah Baloch based on his personal experiences and Covered by Peeyush National Head KNMN.


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