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There in a small village known as Macarena, There was a boy who lived with his parent, he was the only son and the only child. His parent loved him so much any thing he could asked he was given.

He was traveling with his parent any where they went. On day when they were traveling at Mombassa, on their way they got an accident. Not only was the boy injured but also his parent.

They were rushed into the hospital which was near by. The doctors tried their best to help the patience but it was too late, both his parent died but the boy survive but he lost his one leg. After a week the boy was out of the hospital using scatter to walk with.

He went with his relative and neighbors to buried his parent, they buried them on their home near there house. After the buried the boy was taken by his uncle who was father of two children a boy and a girl and one wife.

His uncle took all the properties of his brother who was already died. His uncle wife started mistreating the boy badly, like she could forced the boy to worked like washing clothe, cleaning house and even cooking.

When the boy explained the pain he was hearing on his leg. Because the doctor advised him after every month he needs to go fore a check up for his leg. His uncle only could told him that he don’t have money.

On day when he was told to go to fetch water he meets a Good Samaritan on his way to the river. The man great him and asked him how he was feeling on his leg before the boy could talked tears rolled down his cheeks forming number eleven , the man asked him to quite and tell him what was wrong.

The boy explained he was never taken back for check up on his leg and they were only mistreating. The man took the boy and lived with him and even taking him to hospital.

Now the boy his well and also continued getting his treatment. If it was you what could you do?

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I thought I would post some tunes about love and tragedy, from waiting to wishing to regretting. Seems like the season for nostalgia and lost love?

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This is the last aria (“When I Am Laid in Earth”) from Henry Purcell’s Baroque opera Dido and Aeneas, based on the fourth book of Virgil’s Aeneid in which Dido, Queen of Carthage, awaits her death while Aeneas leaves to found Rome.  The libretto is by Irish writer Nahum Tate.

Here, soprano Jessye Norman performs Dido’s lament:
“When I Am Laid in Earth” (mp3)

Thy hand, Belinda; darkness shades me
On thy bosom let me rest
More I would, but Death invades me
Death is now a welcome guest

When I am laid, am laid in earth,
May my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast;

When I am laid, am laid in earth,
May my wrongs create
No trouble, no trouble in thy breast;

Remember me, remember me
But ah! forget my fate

Remember me,
But ah! forget my fate

Remember me, remember me
But ah! forget my fate

Remember me,
But ah! forget my fate

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Here is a song from the classic American film Journey to the Center of the Earth (1959), for which Bernard Herrmann wrote a tense and dramatic score.  It’s based on lyrics from the famous poem in Scots by Robert Burns, rewritten and arranged by Sammy Cahn and Jimmy Van Heusen.

Pat Boone sings to Diane Baker: ”My Love Is Like a Red, Red Rose” (mp3)

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This track is sung by Diamanda Galás, based on Pier Paolo Pasolini’s poem “Supplica a Mia Madre.” Pasolini is well known mostly as a controversial film director, but his poetry and other writing is equally provocative and important.

Here is the track:
“Supplica a Mia Madre” (mp3)

And the translation:

Prayer to My Mother

It’s so hard to say in a son’s words
what I’m so little like in my heart.

Only you in all the world know what my
heart always held, before any other love.

So, I must tell you something terrible to know:
From within your kindness my anguish grew.

You’re irreplaceable. And because you are,
the life you gave me is condemned to loneliness.

And I don’t want to be alone. I have an infinite
hunger for love, love of bodies without souls.

For the soul is inside you, it is you, but
you’re my mother and your love’s my slavery:

My childhood I lived a slave to this lofty
incurable sense of an immense obligation.

It was the only way to feel life,
the unique form, sole color; now, it’s over.

We survive, in the confusion
of a life reborn outside reason.

I pray you, oh, I pray: Do not hope to die.
I’m here, alone, with you, in a future April….

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This is a song written by Des’ree and Timothy Atack for Baz Luhrmann’s film Romeo and Juliet. Des’ree is a British pop/soul singer known mostly for her hit “You Gotta Be.” “Kissing You,” however, showcases her range and vocal talent, which hadn’t really been heard before in her other work.  Beyonce and Taylor Dayne recorded covers of the song, both with substantial changes and none for the better.

Here is the track:
“Kissing You” (mp3)

Balochistan, My Brother! We Need To Talk :’(

I hereby pledge, whatever I bring into limelight hereafter, is nothing except the truth. No exaggeration and no lies. And the soul objective is to make the sleeping nation, and its alien youth, aware of the bleeding state of one of its integral part, Balochistan. – Farrukh Zafar.

The Wounds Were Inflicted

The state of Balochistan drastically went bad, following the death of Nawab Akbar Bugti. Ethnic, racial and sectarian prejudices rose rapidly. As a consequence, this land filled with natural resources became a victim of target killings and similar sorts of radical violence. As the residents of Balochistan foresaw this havoc, they endeavored to displace internally, many of which succeeded, after all the uphill struggles. To give you an idea, only last week, about 22,000 families migrated out of Balochistan.

The Wounds Started to Bleed

Quetta, despite being the capital of Balochistan, is a severe victim of state terrorism these days. People other than Balochi background are being killed with ease, in hatred, in vengeance. Punjabi, Sindhi, Mohajir, Pathan – being targeted and killed in mayhem. Not to forget, the Pakistani flag was not allowed to be hoisted in any city of Balochistan, this Independence Day.

The BLA [Balochistan Liberation Army] is killing all these innocent non-Balochi people for what they believe, in their struggle for basic rights. With every exploding bomb, and every rocket fired, they are sending a message to the rest, to leave this province. The educated class of Balochistan is the first preference on these people’s gun-coils.

So Why Are They Doing This?

These people are longing for a separate state which is autonomous, where they rule free, educate, empower, and where they control the resources they have. And according to them, Pakistan has failed to provide all these rights to them since day 1.

The latest Balochistan Package by the Government seems a ray of light for the wrecked Balochi nation, dealing with its dented self-respect and fate.

Let us all pray for these people, for this land of shining minds and enormous resources, and for the unity of Pakistan, to rise above all. Long Live Pakistan, in its true spirit, colors and passions.

Information Courtesy:

Fatima Sami

Resident of Quetta, Balochistan.

Shakeel Durrani

Resident of Quetta, Balochistan.