All these pictures are from different parts of my dear Balochistan. How can I let any outsider take away this lovely land of ours from us. This is the place were our forefathers have lived, and have died defending it. I urge all you Baloch to defend our motherland for our future generations.

Here we were born and here shell we die. Every body dies, sooner or later but what will we say to the soil, in which we will be buried what have we done to protect her. This life, which is not that long, if we don’t protect and respect our motherland then in the after life with which eyes will we face our mother Balochistan, what will I say to her, when in her lap I lat my head and rest for eternity. She will always protect us but ask your self what are you doing to protect her.