Raziq Bugti a middle class baloch was killed within one year when is told a TV channel -political parties and “Sardari system” cannot run together
Gulam Mohammad was killed when dealing with Khair Baux Marri went raw on a kidnaping.
Similarities between the deaths of Raziq Bugti and PWP leader Nasrullah Khan Kakar, who was killed on March 1, 2006,
– they opposed sardars for blackmailing the government on development projects in Balochistan.
Sardari system to go, says Raziq Bugti
Saturday, September 23, 2006
ISLAMABAD: Spokesman Balochistan government Raziq Bugti on Friday said “Sardai system” is moving towards its end in the province.
Talking to a TV channel, he said political parties and “Sardari system” cannot run together. He said, now “Sardari system” is not very strong. Raziq Bugti said even in the present Sardari system there is no representation of Makran, Bela, Murree and also of Pushtoon area which is also a part of Balochistan.
He said recently there was a big gathering of opposition in Quetta but it was just preparation for the upcoming elections next year, adding there are differences between the opposition leaders also. The government of Balochistan is involved and knows about all the ongoing projects in the province, he added.
Pakistani bystanders look at the body of Baluchistan provincial spokesman, Raziq Bugti as it lies in a vehicle after gunmen shot him dead in Quetta, 27 July 2007. Gunmen ambushed the car of the government spokesman in Pakistan‘s restive southwestern province of Baluchistan on 27 July and shot him dead, police said
“If I compromise on Baloch movement, my followers will kill, replace and forget me,” says Bramdagh Bugti
Attaullah Mengal talking to BBC soon after martyrdom of Saheed Akbar Bugti told to us, people will lead us (sardars) and we (sardars & leaders) will follow them. People are on the fore front since then, sardars and opportunist leaders hate hypocrites, who sell freedom movement and make hay. The same Attaullah Mengal told in a documentary, his views on Sardari System, that it is outdated and once independence is achieved, a better system will be placed, and democracy is the only way as once must be progressive.
Final Justice awaits you, if you compromise on Baloch movement.
BE CAREFUL, PEOPLE ARE NOT FOOLS!
THIS IS NOT 1970
Khair Baux Marri & Sons Co Ltd & Sardars! We are watching you.
- Secret negotiations between Sardars Khair Baux marri, Mengals and Army/ISI/Govt going on, and it is at final stage.
- Khair Baux Marri’s Son(s) will join Pakistani Parlimentary system soon.
- Mehran is in Norway to discuss modalities with Sana Baloch, an agent sent by ISI to convince all groups to bring Khair Baux Marri’s Sons into Parliamentary system
- Alla Nazar will be eliminated soon, as he is a major irritant and hurdle in the process
- Major commercial projects were promised to Khari Baux and Marri group in return for joining parliamentary system.
- Gazin Mari’s Brother In law — Governor of Balochistan Mr.Magasi is actively playing the role of mediation.
The difference between you and rest of sardars: They are straight forward in their dealings unlike your family, a hypocrite double faced vultures of Balochistan.
ALLA NAZAR ! PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOUR SECURITY, THESE VULTURES ARE AFTER YOU!
Khair Baux Marri & Sons co Ltd, would you call yourself as ”Ideology, vision…” of “aazadi-e balochistan”, in case if your sons or any son join hands with Pokis ? Your son is in Norway discussing with a ISI agent, could your explain to public what is his agenda, just few weeks back he held posters stating “Freedom for Balochistan”. How come he change his colors in 2 weeks and engage in negotiations.
All hypocrite sardars are after poor selfless, upright nationalist Mr.Allah Nazar’s blood. In the past there were attempts on his life.
Some scenarios :
1. Mehran or Harbyar Join Pokistani politics, as they did after returning from Afghanistan, start auctioning jobs of sweepers, peons for Rs.1 Lakh now instead of Rs.20,000.
2. Khair Baux Marri, so called “Baba-e-Azadi” will still sits in secured Karachi Defense area and issue rhetoric statements. Inciting innocent youth to go to mountains and fight Pokis and get killed while his sons mint money by commercial deals like Hotel projets, agriculture projects ( as govt announced leasing lands to arab sheiks) .
3. In the end an equilibrium is maintained, family members in all groups, yet the motto is same — enslave poor baloch pepople and mint money.
FOR KHAIR BAUX & SONS LTD, BALOCHISTAN IS BUSINESS, FREEDOM MOVEMENT IS BUSINESS.
WE ARE WATCHING YOUR MOVEMENTS, JUST WAITING TO SEE WHEN YOUR SONS JOIN THE GOVERNMENT ! THAT WILL BE END OF YOUR COMPANY. BALOCH PEOPLE ARE WATCHING ALL YOUR MOVES. BEWARE !
SANA ! What you are tasked with by Paki ISI. Why you are in Norway. Are you meeting Mehran? What discussions are going on?
LHC orders OGDCL to pay Rs 390 million to Talal Bugti
RAWALPINDI: Justice Asad Munir of Lahore High Court, Rawalpindi Bench on Monday ordered the Oil and Gas Development Company Limited (OGDCL) to pay royalty worth Rs 390 million for using the Uch Gas Field to Talal Bugti within seven days.
In a writ petition, Talal told the court that the Uch Gas field was situated on his ancestral land from which the OGDCL was extracting gas but was not paying any royalty for it.
On the last hearing, the court had summoned the record from the Revenue Department, which confirmed Talal Bugti’s ownership of the gas field. app
A Sardar psycho wrote this about Khair Baux Marri & Sons
“Waja KBM is not a person only .we, the majority of Baluch, clearly know that he is the name of an ideology, vision, movement and revolution itself and sacrifices of him and his great sons are unmatched in the world of revolution and never be forgettable”
A vision without action is far less noteworthy than action without vision. A vision must be acted upon; it must be exernalised and articulated. In the end, the worth of a vision is in its executed reality. For the past 60 years Baloch people were led by few elite, gave more misery, sorrow, it’s time for Baloch people to change.
People who use puppets to project themselves as great leaders must know their acts stand public scrutiny that could be a major embarrassment. If you want to become a great leader, try to work with all groups, Not by leading them, not by managing them, but by inspiring them. Try to come out from tribal mindset.
BEWARE, BEWARE, BEWARE……… Activists in UK, Europe and abroad.
We learned from knowledgeable sources abroad that people who are close to Baloch activists are keeping tabs about your movements and activities and informing to pakistani and Iranian agencies. In the recent times some high profile arrests of Norvegian baloch activist, a citizen of Norway made news. People in Europe say many Paki and Irani agents have infiltrated into the organisations as activists, their only job is to monitor level of activity of any Baloch activists and inform if that level exceeds certain limit as directed by their masters. A Sweden baloch , working for Iranians, informed about many activists leading to deaths and arrests in Iran.
1. DO NOT INFORM anyone about your meetings with any European Government and Non Governmental officials.
2. KEEP your networking activities low profile.
3. DO NOT lose talk, these rotten eggs are informing all.
4. Keep a WATCH on suspicious men, particularly any semi-educated , non professional activist posing as a genuine activist needs to be watched.
UNEMPLOYED Are targets of Pakistani and Iranian agencies. WATCH THEM and maintain distance.
Khair Baux Marri & Sons Co Ltd ruined their leftover credibility by hiring a ISI agent Ahmar Mustikhan to bark for them.
1. He was tasked to disrupt Bangkok Conference right from start, by calling to speakers and feeding misinformation about the organisers. But Khair baux Sons miserable failed to stop the conference, instead made a insignificant person Muneer Mengal a great leader.
2. He was rewarded with a ticket to Geneva and few days stay during UN conferences. Can Khair Baux Sons explain why he was allowed to Geneva and take pictures. Is it not a reward for his dirty work to disrupt Bangkok and throwing dirt on other Baloch leaders?
Un-reparable damage has been done to Khair Baux by this mistake. If they had worked with Khan of kalat instead and helped him then things would been much better for them too as well as for Baloch cause. But they chose not to and they think Balochistan is their personal business. They were afraid that Khan will take their leadership and they will lose the business.. But the fact is that they have never been serious for Balochistan. It is a history of 60 yrs of failure..
Ahmar Mustikhan once said Mir Ghous Baksh Bezenjo was sodomized by Paki army in the Jail. To this Mr.Salal Baluch replied to himin below
- On Sun, 8/30/09, Salal Baluch <firstname.lastname@example.org>wrote:
I’m outraged by your remarks about our great National leader late Mir Ghous Baksh Bezenjo. Who told you he was sodomized by Paki army in the Jail? Did you just make up this or someone told you? This is the greatest insult, one have done to a man who spent his entire life fighting for Baloch cause. Either you should come up with the proof or apologize for your mudslinging of Baloch leader ‘Baba-e-Balochistan’, the father of our Baloch Nation. This is totally irresponsible and unacceptable behavior.
“Hands OFF Fag” Stop using Baloch Martyers photo and blood for personal gain. We don’t need any Bugga to represent Balochistan. Balochistan is not an orphan State and Baloch sons knows how to defend their mother land Balochistan without the help of Burmi Fags. So Hands OFF Balochistan. Stop marketing Balochistan and Baloch martyrs blood for personal gain. Balochistan is not your property. You have no stakes involve in Balochistan. so stop Marketing Balochistan.
— On Wed, Mar 31, 2010 at 1:37 PM, GM Mohd <email@example.com> wrote:
About Ahmar Mustikhan
bout Ahmar Mustikhan
I am committed to independence of my ancestral Baluchistan, democracy in Burma and liberalism and more democracy in the U.S.
I am very glad a black man, Barack Obama, is the president of the United States, even if it has nothing more than a symbolic value. I am glad Mr. Bush is exiting, finally.
My native region calls itself the land of the Islamic Bomb. It was there, in southwestern Pakistan, that a nuclear device was tested in May 1998. Most Americans may not have heard the name, Baluchistan, a Texas-sized territory divided among Pakistan, Iran and Afghanistan. The majority of its inhabitants belong to 200-plus tribes who eke out a living herding goats. Some are still nomads, wandering the region’s huge expanses with their camels.
I come from the Gorgej, a Baluchi tribe that spans the Baluchistan areas in three countries–Pakistan , Iran and Afghanistan. The tribal chieftain is based in Afghanistan.
Fleeing poverty and hunger, my grandfathers â€” my parents were cousins â€” and their two brothers left their homes in an Iranian part of the tribal territory to go to Karachi, now the commercial capital of Pakistan. In search of greener pastures, they went from there to Australia and India (Assam) and finally to Burma in 1902, where lady luck smiled on them and they became rich quarry and rubber estate owners. Among the first successful Baluchi business people anywhere on earth, our family enjoyed celebrity status back home.
I was born in Burma like both of my parents. My eldest sister was a classmate of Burmese freedom fighter Aung Sang Suu Kyi all through their school years at the Methodist English School in Rangoon. After the 1962 military coup in Burma, my family was forced to go back to Pakistan. We were reduced almost to paupers. I was just three years old.
Despite having lived elsewhere for years, my family continues to adhere to many tribal values. They remain committed to the Baluchi struggle for freedom, back in Baluchistan; they are also fervently anti-gay.
“Bugga” is the derisive term tribal Baluchi people use for gay men like myself who take the “passive” role. The word is actually synonymous with the English epithet, “faggot.” In Baluchi culture, no male person is considered worse than a bugga. There’s a saying that for a male it’s all right to do anything other than to steal or take the “passive” role in sex with another man. Like neighboring Afghans and Iranians, Baluchi culture does not stigmatize the man playing the “active” role in gay sex. The cultural stigma of homosexuality is further compounded by Islam’s threat of hell for gays, as almost all Baluchi are Muslims.
As a child, I heard family gossip that my dad’s eldest half brother was a cross-dressing gay in Burma. Mom never forgave my uncle for that. She cast him in the role of a villain, and used his example to brainwash me against gays. This played havoc with me when I began grappling with my own homosexuality, growing up in Pakistan as a middle-class teenager.
Pakistan was a poverty-ridden society wallowing in dictatorship, and ranking as low as 140th on the United Nations development scale. Pressure to conform to societal and family expectations was so intense, I actually married a woman. It was the cardinal sin of my life, which makes me feel like a criminal to this day. The night of the wedding, when grooms in the East are supposed to “do and show,” was the most tormenting night of my existence. I had nothing to show or do. Eastern aphrodisiacs did work miracles later, and I had a son, but the stormy marriage was dissolved within three years.
I was severely depressed afterwards, empty as never before, until finally, with psychiatric counseling, I began to accept that I was gay. To my pleasant surprise, the psychiatrist himself came out to me as gay, greatly helping with the healing process, and introduced me to the highly secretive gay community in Pakistan. I couldn’t believe there were so many others.
Earlier on I had enrolled in a medical school and then in psychology classes to understand what was wrong with me, but dropped out as there were no ready answers in either field of study in Pakistan. The head of my psychology department, to whom I went for clinical counseling, actually told me that being gay or straight was like some preferring “tea over Coke,” and that the tastes could be changed by practice.
Feet to the Fire
In 1997, after a decade of work in Pakistan and Gulf newspapers, I became an Internet journalist writing for nearly two dozen publications in the U.S.. U.K., India and elsewhere. My worst nightmare began after Pakistan’s top intelligence agency, I.S.I. (Inter Services Intelligence) , began blackmailing me so that I would censor my own articles, including those denouncing the nuclear tests in my home region.
Like most old-time secular families, mine was opposed to the 1947 separation of Pakistan from India, which was supposedly done for religious reasons, as part of post-World War II British machinations. With such renegade political beliefs defined as “anti-State” in Pakistan, plus my writings critical of the nuclear testing, the I.S.I.’s threat to reveal my sexual orientation, along with their threats of physical harm, meant that I had no freedom of expression.
Unlike the chief minister of Pakistan’s southeastern state of Sindh, who was outed last month in an internal war within the dreaded ISI, I had no powerful backers in the spy agency, and I was extremely fearful and nervous: being openly gay is inconceivable in Pakistan. I decided to leave.
Imagine my happiness on October 20, 2000 when I first arrived in the land of the free and the home of the brave, which ranked as high as 11th on the international freedom scale until 9/11. I can’t describe the awesome feeling when I saw the Stars and Stripes and the Statue of Liberty. Outside New York’s JFK airport, dressed in my native shalwar-kamiz, the baggy shirt and trousers, I turned around to see if someone was watching, lest they think of me as crazy, and I kissed the U.S. soil. I was like a bird out of the cage, migrating into heaven. Here, I could proudly say that I was an open “bugga“, the first from an entire ethnic group of over twenty million people, including the diaspora community.
To see couples kissing in public in big U.S. cities, and gay couples in underwear kissing in bars, all of it was like a dream for me. I felt like the tribal woman who, seeing a light bulb glow for the first time in her master’s home, back in Baluchistan, asked, “Master, what is this magic? May I take it home for my children?” From the cradle to the grave, millions in my ancestral Baluchistan never see an electric light bulb glow. I’d never seen gay men so visible.
Even before the ISI blackmail strengthened my resolve, part of me had always wanted to be honest and open about myself. Once in the U.S., when I went to stay with relatives in Ohio, I came out to them. Overnight, I was no longer welcome in their home. I found shelter in a halfway home called Buckeye House, in the small town of Troy, Ohio. They took me in and even treated me rather regally. The other guys were in a large common room, but they gave me a private room. Imagine someone from the Third World being treated better than white Americans.
Later, St. Paul’s United Church of Christ in the nearby town of Piqua accepted me into their congregation even though I told them I was gay. They made me feel I was a child of God and deserved to be respected and wanted. Most people at the church â€” all of them white â€” were very kind, warm and welcoming. I began to wonder what made Americans so nice, the white color of their skin, their Christian faith, or the colder weather. For me and America, it was love at first sight.
My first indication that not everything was “bold and beautiful” in the U.S.A. was a group home in Piqua for U.S. veterans where I volunteered after staying 50 days at the town’s halfway house. It gave me a horrific glimpse of the ravages of war. Homeless soldiers from World War II, Korea, Vietnam and the first Gulf War, were picked up off the streets so they could have a roof over their heads and three meals a day. The derelict porch and the unkempt garden adjacent to it were strewn with innumerable cigarette butts. One veteran jokingly compared them to soldiers discarded by the Pentagon after its occasional wars.
Still, my confidence in my beloved new country remained unshaken. I never hid from anyone in Piqua that I was gay, not knowing the extent of homophobia in small towns, and in America, in general. “Curse of the generations” is how one very well meaning missionary described my condition when I told him frankly that I didn’t want to hide my sexual orientation here in the U.S., since it was in my genes. I was stunned when a second pious Christian told me God would not answer my prayers because I was gay. Another pastor gave me a booklet that said AIDS was a divine punishment for gays.
Finally, I was severely gay-bashed one Saturday night after I cruised a group of four white men I had seen in supposedly gay-friendly bars. When I walked back home, they followed me in their car and attacked me. My jaw was broken and wired shut for two months, but the St. Paul’s UCC stood beside me like a family. The episode emboldened me and two weeks later, when an evangelist made an anti-gay speech at a public rally, I returned with a pink placard that read, “God loves all–Gays, Lesbians, Bisexuals, Transgendered and Blacks.” Right in front of the entire town.
My immigrant infatuation with the United States took a real downturn after the terrible tragedy that befell the country on 9/11. I was still in Piqua when it happened. I liked the people there, even if many would be dismissed as “rednecks.” They remind me of my Baluchi people: shy, reserved, proud and straightforward. But to my utter dismay, I began facing nasty remarks and suspicious looks. Editors of the U.S.-based Environment News Service, for whom I had been working, helped me relocate to Las Vegas, where I am finally working again as a freelance journalist.
Since 9/11, American neoconservatives calling the shots have made the U.S. environment so hostile towards Muslims, and free speech in general, that many, including my estranged American relatives, have become afraid of discussing anything important in public places. I’m back in contact with some of my relatives. They are very concerned with Islam-bashing, and the brutal policies against the Muslim world, including the deteriorating conditions in occupied Iraq.
The hate-mongering, censoring U.S. neoconservatives increasingly remind me of the Taliban I left back home. Pundits on the Fox network indulge in eerily similar rhetoric excusing the murderous rampage in other people’s homelands as America’s holy duty of liberation. More and more, the United States joins forces with Islamic states and the Vatican to undercut international AIDS programs, erode women’s health programs, and deny human rights to lesbians, gay men, and the transgendered.
As a sympathizer of a gay humanist and universalist agenda, I had detested the warlike posture of turbaned people like bin Laden. To my utter dismay, the suit-wearing and clean-shaven leadership in the U.S., are proving no better. Something has gone awfully wrong with the “B” name: bin Laden, Blair, Bush.
Life is tough when you go to a new country at 41 years of age, but for me it is a question of being born again. Perhaps those who remained closeted for many years and then came out with a vengeance would understand my joy when I am at the Dupont Circle in Washington DC or at the Castro District in San Francisco.
May there be freedoms, peace and prosperity in USA, Baluchistan, Burma and the rest of the world