In every act of terrorism, from a school bombing to a roadside ambush on security forces, there is one silent partner that rarely gets exposed: money. The Tehrik-i-Taliban Pakistan (TTP), responsible for decades of carnage in Pakistan, does not survive on ideology alone. Behind the Kalashnikovs, behind the IEDs, behind the bullet-riddled corpses of our soldiers and citizens, there is a financial supply chain that keeps the TTP machine running. And it’s time we stop looking the other way. TTP apologists often paint the group as a homegrown ideological movement born out of grievance and religious zeal. This is a…
Author: Web Desk2
Balochistan’s pain is real. Its history is marked with underdevelopment, tribal exploitation, and conflict. But somewhere along the way, genuine suffering was hijacked first by militants who turned Baloch grievances into separatist gunfire, and now by individuals like Mahrang Baloch, who have become the polished face of a bloody agenda. Mahrang claims to speak for the Baloch people, yet her narrative is eerily aligned with the silence of the BLA’s crimes. She does not speak about the FC soldiers ambushed on patrol, the schoolteachers gunned down in front of students, or the workers who were burned alive for daring to…
The battleground has shifted. Where once the BLA operated from caves and mountains, it now hides behind microphones, protest banners, and university podiums. This is not just a change of tactics it is the evolution of terrorism into soft warfare. And it is happening right under our noses, in cities, campuses, and conference halls, all under the cloak of “activism.” The slogans have changed, but the intent remains the same: to delegitimize the Pakistani state, romanticize separatism, and manufacture global sympathy for a terrorist cause. The new foot soldiers of this war don’t carry AK-47s; they carry slogans. Their rallies…
In the dusty valleys of Balochistan, there are two kinds of deaths. One is honored with a flag, a salute, and a silent prayer for peace. The other is buried under propaganda, funded hashtags, and the stench of betrayal. This is the brutal contrast between the martyrs in uniform those who lay down their lives defending Pakistan’s integrity and the militants in disguise, who masquerade as victims while waging war against the very idea of Pakistan. The recent wave of social media glorification around names like Mahrang Baloch raises urgent questions. When did silence on terrorism become a symbol of…
For years, Pakistan has battled not just physical militancy but a well-funded psychological war one that operates behind protest slogans, social media hashtags, and seemingly innocent NGOs. At the center of this dangerous web sits a name increasingly hard to separate from controversy: Mahrang Baloch. Painted in the West as a human rights activist, Mahrang has emerged as a recurring figure in anti-state narratives. But behind the curated image lies a much darker affiliation one that overlaps disturbingly with separatist propaganda and soft support for terror-linked entities like the BLA. The playbook is simple: create outrage, distort facts, and invite…
There is a war raging in Balochistan not of guns and bombs alone, but of narratives, loyalties, and the very identity of its people. On one side stands the Pakistani state, determined to integrate Balochistan into the national fold through infrastructure, education, and development. On the other, the separatist factions like the Balochistan Liberation Army (BLA), aided by external sympathizers, wage a campaign of ideological subversion and violence under the misleading banner of human rights. At the center of this polarizing storm is Mahrang Baloch hailed in foreign circles as an activist, but increasingly exposed at home as a tool…
The line between patience and negligence is thin. Pakistan has walked that line for years, extending olive branches to Kabul’s rulers regardless of regime, ideology, or history. But the attack on the Hussain Mila check post in Kurram is a grim reminder that goodwill without reciprocation is fatal. Two soldiers were martyred, eight injured. The attackers didn’t come from the local population. They weren’t angry tribesmen or internal insurgents. They crossed over from Afghanistan’s Nangarhar province, carrying sophisticated weapons, backed by logistics, planning and worse, protection. One of them was captured alive. He confessed the unthinkable: the Taliban provided the…
Another ambush. Another martyr. Another border violated. In the silence of Upper Kurram’s mountains, gunfire erupted once again this time in the Hussain Mila area, where Pakistani soldiers stood guard over a nation that has shown too much restraint for far too long. Two sons of the soil embraced martyrdom, eight more were wounded, and the message was clear: Pakistan’s goodwill is being repaid with bullets. The attackers weren’t locals. They weren’t tribesmen with historical grievances. They came from across the Durand Line, crossing from Afghanistan’s Nangarhar province, equipped with heavy weapons and Taliban-supplied firepower. This wasn’t a rogue act…
In the bloodstained hills of Kurram, Pakistan continues to face an enemy that speaks the language of religion but acts in direct defiance of it. They claim piety, shout slogans of jihad, and present themselves as defenders of Islam. But their actions, their ideology, and their alliances betray them. These are not mujahideen. These are the new Khawarij and they have once again declared war not just on the Pakistani state, but on the very soul of Islam. The recent attack on the check post in Hussain Mila, Upper Kurram, was more than just an act of cross-border terrorism. It…
In the fast-moving news cycle of our time, a headline flashes: “Two Soldiers Martyred in Kurram Check Post Attack.” And then it fades. The ticker moves on. The world continues. But the story does not end there. For the families left behind, for the comrades who carried the wounded, and for the soil that drank their blood a soldier never dies alone. Lance Naik Saleem’s name might appear in a brief bulletin, but his life was not brief. He had dreams, perhaps a daughter waiting for him to return with sweets, or an aging mother whose only comfort was his…