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Lahore, Pakistan

Teacher

We are the sons of Baloch. We are the sons of Baloch. The earth quivers by our fear and the castles shake by our horror. We live like cubs in the mountains. We are the shoulders of fathers and the veils of mothers. We are the honors of sisters and fists of brothers. We possess the art of sharing. We are like daredevils! We take the revenge of blood by proceeding to kill. We have been breastfed the milk of honor under the very nose of swords. Blood pour from our eyes in that we are the nation of martyrs. Our blood will surely come in need of our nation one day. Our mothers’ appreciations will not go invain. We are the back of orphans, hapless and poor. We break the siege of repression so i