By: Babar Yousafzai
Every time we speak the truth about terrorism in Balochistan, it rattles those who benefit from the chaos. It hurts them not because we attack them unfairly, but because we expose their lies with facts. In this war of narratives, their silence on patriot martyrs and selective outrage on so-called “missing persons” reveals everything.
Yesterday marked the martyrdom anniversary of Shaheed Mir Siraj Raisani — a man whose loyalty to Pakistan ran in his blood. He wasn’t just another politician; he was a soldier without a uniform. He knew the risks, stared death in the face, and still chose to serve. His sacrifice is a badge of honor for every loyal Baloch. And yet, those who claim to speak for Baloch rights — the foreign-funded proxies and their backers — never once acknowledged his martyrdom.
They didn’t issue a tweet. Not a single word of condemnation. Why? Because for them, only those who serve the anti-state agenda are worth mourning. These self-styled human rights activists — be they in the mountains of Balochistan or the streets of Europe — wear the cloak of victimhood while carrying the sword of terrorism. Some were former BLA commanders, now pretending to be peaceful advocates, trying to win the world’s sympathy. But their past is blood-soaked, and their lies are paper-thin.
Let’s be clear: human rights are not selective. You cannot mourn one life and ignore another. You cannot weep for a gunman killed in an encounter but remain silent on the hundreds killed in Mastung, Quetta, or Gwadar. These individuals are not human rights defenders; they are PR agents of terror groups.
Take the recent case of an individual who faked his death, was glorified by foreign outlets, and then reappeared — alive and unashamed. When we called it out, they mocked us. But the truth surfaced anyway. These people are not victims. They are actors in a larger game — a dangerous, well-funded proxy war orchestrated by the likes of India and Israel.
I want to ask Mahrang Baloch — a leading face of this manufactured narrative — just one question: what flag lies over your father’s grave? If you have the courage, say “Pakistan Zindabad” just once. But you won’t. Because the truth is, your ideology is built not on justice but on resentment. You and others like you can’t stand the sight of a proud, rising Pakistan — especially when that rise comes from Balochistan.
What we are witnessing is not an organic movement for rights. It is a synthetic rebellion engineered in New Delhi and Tel Aviv, powered by dollars and data, and designed to weaken Pakistan from within.
But here’s what they fail to understand: the Baloch people are not fools. They are not with you. They are with Pakistan. Every day, young Baloch men and women are picking up books, not bombs. They are joining universities, not terror camps. The future belongs to them — not to those who tweet from exile while sipping lattes in Europe.
They also underestimate the resolve of people like Mir Jamal Raisani — the son of a martyr — who has chosen service over revenge. They fear voices like Madam Salma Khan, who call out the hypocrisies and double standards of these proxies with facts and courage. They despise every Baloch who stands with the green crescent — because it shatters their carefully crafted victimhood narrative.
Let me also address the cultural attack happening alongside the militant one. Our Baloch dress, our language, our traditions — are being shamed by these elements. University students now hesitate to wear Balochi attire, afraid they’ll be associated with terror. This is how deep the psychological war has cut. But we will reclaim that space too.
To those hiding behind women and misusing them as suicide bombers, know this: Balochistan has given its women honor, education, and leadership — not explosives. The state has every right to treat anyone who picks up a weapon against Pakistan — man or woman — as a terrorist. No gender shield will protect you from justice.
The time of confusion is over. These proxies have been unmasked. Their handlers are exposed. Their lies no longer fool the public.
Siraj Raisani had once said, “My bond with Pakistan is of blood. If I am martyred, let my blood nourish this land.” And it did. He is gone, but his mission continues — in classrooms, in rallies, in villages — wherever the cry of “Pakistan Zindabad” echoes.
This is a war of narratives, and we’re not backing down. We will speak the truth, no matter how loud the lies get. Because Balochistan is not for sale — and its future belongs to patriots, not proxies.
