Fazal Baloch

Fazal Baloch

Fazal Baloch is a Balochi writer and translator. He lives in Turbat, Balochistan, where he serves as an Assistant Professor at the Government Atta Shad Degree College, Turbat. He has translated works of several Balochi poets and fiction writers into English. His translations can be found online, for example at Balochistan Times, 28 Daily Times, 29 and Borderless.

30 Two of his translations are included in the anthology Silence Between the Notes. 31 He has also published three anthologies of his translations: God and the Blind Man, 32 Why Does the Moon Look So Beautiful?, 33 and The Broken Verses. 34

Stories by this Translator

The Adulterer

The tribal council sent a detailed report on all aspects of the case and concluded that Dawlat Khan found his brother’s wife sleeping with a stranger and murdered them both on the spot. Two years ago Sahti was married to Dawl...

Uncle

“Meet your aunt.” My uncle pointed towards a beautiful girl. “Her…?” I asked, astonished. “Yes, yes. She is your aunt Dorgol.” The moment I heard the name Dorgol I slid back into a labyrinth of memories from the past ten year...

The Lost Coin

It was a summer day. The sun was high in the sky. Early in the morning he had left for the beach and now he was sitting on the shore. There was still a touch of last night’s chill in the sand. He cast a look at the foamy wave...

The Barren Woman

“Get out of my house! You’ve ruined my life! Accursed was the day I married you! Tell me, in all these ten years have you ever brought me a moment of happiness?” He gave her a slap and then a kick. She fell down. The barrage ...

Jihad

Nabi Dad had been at his shop continuously since nine in the morning. But his mind was on Golsher’s shop more than his own, because hardly a customer had turned up at his shop. Golsher’s shop, on the other hand, was so crowde...

The Scorching Shade

Kenagi sold the whole camel-load of unripe dates for eighty rupees, wrapped the money in his handkerchief and slipped it under his loincloth. Then he tethered his camel and strolled to the bazaar. He needed to buy some essent...

Endless Road, Endless Night

The bus was jiggling along a bumpy road. It was past midnight and the passengers were asleep or half-dozing in their seats. Only two people were awake. One was the driver who was playing an old Indian song on the radio as he ...

Mother Mary and the Angel

After a very long time he dreamed again, after about eleven years… He had not dreamt since he was thirty-five, and now he was an old man of forty-six. Today, as he was lying on his bed in the nephrology ward, he closed his ey...

The Cat and the Old Man

Not long after we moved into our newly rented house, a cat started turning up there. Every night when we sat down to dinner, we heard meowings through the air vent of the room, coming from a hungry cat on the veranda. Drawn b...

Hasan Sol

Even after so much medication and treatment, the lamp of his fortune refused to shine. His wife had also tried everything she’d been told might help. One day, a colleague at the office gave him some advice: “They say there is...

Not as Chaste as Mahnaz

Indifferent to everything I sat brooding on the shore. I don’t know what time of the night it was. I was quite dismayed about what had happened three days before. I could not eat properly, and I did not think my boss would be...

Paradise

The very first ray of sunlight found its way between Mezar’s and Didar’s necks. They shivered and began scanning their surroundings thoroughly. They both thought they had spent the whole of last night like this. Mezar and Did...

The Bird-trap

I am a bird-trap. I have been entangled here for about a year now, at the top of a high kahur tree. The hot days and cold nights, the humidity and dryness, the wind and rain, the scorching heat of the summer winds, have all m...