Silence Of The Sands

In memory of the victims of honour killings in Balochistan (Pakistan)

Beneath the hills where silence grows,
Where not a single river flows,
Two daughters dared to dream, to be —
But freedom comes with a deadly fee.

They smiled once beneath the sky,
Before the ones they loved ran dry.
Not strangers came with rope and blade —
But fathers, brothers, unafraid.

They called it honor, masked in pride,
But truth is something men can’t hide.
It wasn’t faith, nor ancient rule —
Just cowardice dressed up as cruel.

How weak must be a man inside,
To kill the light he could not guide.
To crush her wings, erase her name,
And bury her beneath his shame.

No trial, no voice, no final word —
Just silence where there should be heard
The sound of rage, of justice loud —
But silence, here, is wrapped in shroud.

They weren’t too wild. They weren’t too free.
They were just what girls should be.
But in a land where men decide —
They bled for stepping out of line.

What strength is this that fears a smile?
That cannot let a girl walk a mile?
If honor means we must forget
Their laughter, then we’re deep in debt.

O Balochistan, don’t hide your face.
You’ve turned your daughters into disgrace.
But they were gold, they were the flame —
You carry now eternal shame.

Let not their deaths dissolve in sand.
Let every voice now take a stand.
For honor lives in love, not death —
In letting daughters draw their breath.