Kash Baloch — Poetry, Prose & Survival

Save your misery, to darken someone else's room. I have had my fill, it's hard to carry on. Your rainclouds won't go away, they stain the world with  gloom. Please just leave me alone, my sympathy is all gone. I have had my fill, it's hard to carry on. You prey on my happiness, and chase away my dreams. Please just leave me alone, my sympathy is all gone. Find somebody new to abuse, as I drain the poison from my bloodstream. You prey on my happiness, and chase away my dreams. Your rainclouds won't go away, they stain the world with gloom. Find somebody new to abuse, as I drain the poison from my bloodstream. Save your misery, to darken someone else's room.

I feel my soul crying  immediately behind my face, the tears refuse to be released,  they only press against  the inside of my cheeks. With heavy breath like  there is a stone weighing  down on my chest. How am I to feel when they have  waged war against innocence. Retreating into myself for I am  unsure of how I can help. As futile as prayer or tossing  coins into a wishing well. Take my hand, the least I can  do is comfort you. Breaking down, I fall apart  from hearing the news. What can I do to assist  my brothers and sisters, when privilege reigns in this  poorly built system of resistance. No weapon formed against us  was ever supposed to prosper. Who am I to trust when  I can't even have  faith in the gospel. Perhaps I am naive to continue  carrying my dreams, although they might as well  be held in coffins. Leaving me burdened as they  strip me of...

You are familiar with ISIS, Boko Haram, and I believe you even know the Muffin Man. Bin Laden, Saddam Hussein, and Gaddafi are other famous names who fit the narrative that demonizes Islam. But I can guarantee, without a doubt, that you have never heard of the recently deceased Abdul Sattar Edhi, for he was insignificant despite his existence as a polarizing figure focused on the needy. His altruism did not allow him to see caste, religion, or creed; Edhi embodied asceticism despite being surrounded by greed. Philanthropy should feel fortunate to have benefited from his brilliance. All jokes aside, he was nicknamed the “Angel of Mercy” for being one in more than two hundred million. He created a charitable empire despite lacking any funding. Proving determination is all it takes to create something from nothing. Edhi was even dubbed the “Father Theresa” of Pakistan . But once again, I must declare that our media purposely ignored him...