Little Mahgonag, an allegory of anguish

By Hammal Baluch

The agony being experienced by the Baluch people is aggravating with every passing day, the degree of Pakistani state ferociousness is unimaginable and unbelievable.  Almost 25000 Baluch people including women children and elders are still ‘missing’ – phrase used for the enforced-disappeared Baloch activists. If one includes the number of dead bodies thrown in different terrains and outskirts in Baluchistan the count would go up to 35000 or even more.

Pakistani army and secret agencies raided a village near Bulaida in District Kech around 6 months ago, in the foray a 13 years old kid was shot dead along with her father by the army, she was more or less of the same age as Mahgonag Baluch. Mahgonag is one of the participants of the Long March arranged by #FreeBaluchistanMovement, which set for Berlin starting from Dusseldorf Germany on July 16th.

Every time I see Mahgonag distributing pamphlets, talking to passers-by, waving the flag of Balochistan or taking small but steady and fast steps towards her destination. I feel she knows the 13 years old deceased Fatima very closely, because in this age far away from her soil, she is still running like Fatima for a cause, greater than their physique and the magnitude of their mind. However, they aren’t the only kids who are bearing such a heavy burden of pain and torment, but in actual term every Baluch child shares the same account of anguish.

Sometimes I think of the heart wrenching incident where the innocent Fatima was brutally killed, in my perceptions, she must be playing with her dolls, singing a lullaby to her friend’s bendy doll lying beside her, and cheering with her colleagues and gossiping about the adorableness of the bendy-dolls, when she saw the roaring trucks of Army heading towards her home, so she ran down to tell her father about the situation but a bullet from nowhere, no, using the word ‘nowhere’ must be more then inappropriate for this circumstance, in fact, it would be a betrayal to her little angelic soul, because she was very much aware of the fact that when she starts running and shouting to alarm her family, a trigger will certainly get pressed and a bullet will smash her to the ground, it would be the eternal tie with her soil when a bullet pulled her down to the scented fragrance of mother-sand.

One must wonder how a 13 years old kid knows the love and hate relations, you certainly can’t manage to ask Fatima, the departed soul, but to get an answer of your bafflement, I suggest everyone to ask the same question to Mahgonag, she is almost 13 and she feels the same nature of excruciation which is felt by every Baloch kid including Fatima.

I don’t know how Mahgonag could go with her journey by this tender and young age. At this age of innocence and artlessness she is still feeling the pain of ill-treatment of the people back in home, so, she must be a brave kid, right, but this braveness has a cost, a cost which is already occurred to and paid by every Baluch kid.

The allegory goes on and on, Mahgonag walking a walk for life, the life of half-living missing and abducted Baluch people, she definitely couldn’t bring back the life of deceased Fatima and other Baloch killed by the state machinery or those sponsored organ of the state. If you could join Mahgonag for a short distance walk you might elate her with more spirits to save the life of half-living missing and kidnapped Baloch. And, these few steps may force those vicious brutes to spare some of their captives.

Please walk with little Mahgonag, a short distance covered with few steps will be translated into a great exertion, not only for Mahgonag and Baloch people but for the entire humanity on this planet.