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“Waae Watan Hoshken Daar”
Christian Johann Heinrich Heine (December 13, 1797 – February 17, 1856) was a journalist, an essayist, and one of the most significant German romantic poets. A hundred years before Hitler burnt books which the Nazis thought were unpatriotic and subversive he had said that, “Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human…
“Iron wills never bend”
On February 4th, a day before Pakistan closes down ostentatiously for the rights of Kashmiris, Pakistani intelligence agencies’ personnel harassed the Voice of Baloch Missing Persons (VBMP) Long Marchers with intimidation and questions. They didn’t stop at that they even harassed a Baloch family which stopped to greet the Marchers by asking them for their National…
“Confounding the people”
A few days back Balochistan National Party (BNP-M) chief Sardar Akhtar Mengal threatened that legislators of his party will resign from assemblies if dumping of mutilated bodies of Baloch youth continues. The establishment must surely be quaking in its boots worried to death at the dire consequences of unprecedented turmoil in Balochistan if he in…
Open Letter Demanding The Release of Baloch Missing Persons
On March18th, 2014 around 5:00pm in Quetta, Zahid Baloch chairperson of Baloch Student Organization– Azad (BSO-A), was abducted at gun point. Banuk Karima, vice chairperson of BSO-A, witnessed the abduction. She notes, 'Pakistan's secret agencies and security forces abducted Zahid Baloch, I along with three other members of BSO-A witnessed the abduction. We are deeply concerned about his safety…
Object Anxiety: Seher Shah Interviewed by Asif Akhtar
An encounter with Seher Shah's work bears an invocation to possibilities of re-enchantment in a disaffected world. Through the minutest detail of mark-making to the construction of expansive urbanscapes, Shah's work, in drawings, photographs, prints, and sculptural objects challenges preconceived notions of the spatial-visible and the temporal-historical facets of modern life. Lines burst into fractals, familiar…