Author: Burz Kuhi: Translation: Ruzhn Baluch
That young man—noble in spirit, indomitable in courage, and a warrior to his very core. Bold as a lion, fearless as the wind, he stands as both champion and protector. Yet his greatness is cloaked in the robes of humility, submission, and devotion, his soul marked by an extraordinary modesty. In the darkest of nights, he is the spark that lights the way, the silken canopy of shelter; at dawn, he becomes the rising sun, the brilliance of daybreak, the promise of new beginnings.
Relentless in his efforts, he casts aside ease without a second thought, driven by a tireless dedication to his cause. To his well-wishers, he is the very embodiment of kindness, compassion, and nurturing love. Yet, to his enemies, he is fire incarnate—a raging storm, a fierce tempest, the harbinger of their ruin.
With a mind as sharp as his blade, he is a commander of hearts, a master strategist, a visionary leader. He guides with wisdom and commands with authority, inspiring all who follow. He is the one and only—“The Ameer.”
He was neither one to bow nor someone who could be bought or broken. His essence was unshakable, untouched by the sway of circumstances or conditions. He belonged to that rare breed of individuals who wield the power to shape time, bend circumstances, and command situations to their will. Ever active and honest, profoundly sincere and humble, he stood at the forefront of the struggle for national freedom, his unmatched bravery pushing him forward with unwavering resolve.
From Tootak arose a voice that became a storm of wrath and resistance against the enemy—a force so fierce that only Ameer ul Mulk could embody it. His courage was not merely a shield for his people but a weapon that struck fear into the hearts of oppressors.
No matter how many words of praise I weave or virtues I attempt to scatter across these pages, they all fall short before the towering magnificence of Ameer’s persona. Words lose their meaning, faltering and hollow, unable to grasp the immensity of such a monumental figure.
Who can forget the date, April 7, when Ameer etched history with his bravery in the water and grazing land of Shoor Parood, Kalat. It would not be wrong to say that Amir, through his hard work, sincerity, sense of responsibility, and philosophy of dedication, prepared an entire generation for the Baloch freedom struggle. Even today, in the enthusiastic caravans, Amir’s creativity, passion, courage, and philosophy are visible at every step.
To encapsulate the life and character of every martyred leader who dared to alter the course of history is akin to extracting water from stone. These leaders, whether they achieved success or faced setbacks, transcended the bounds of time through their relentless efforts. Yet, among such towering figures, one name stands apart—Ameer-ul-Mulk. His unparalleled character is undisputed, his stories resonate in every gathering, and his path is one that every young freedom fighter aspires to follow. And yet, so little has been written about him. Why?
The answer lies in Ameer’s unique temperament and his extraordinary approach to life. Writing about Ameer is no easy task because he is not merely the sum of a few significant events. Ameer is not defined by a collection of inspirational quotes or sayings. He is not just the name of sacrifices, nor a series of hardships that can be neatly chronicled in paragraphs to capture his essence.
Ameer is the living embodiment of tireless, daily effort—an unbroken resolve that endures from the first light of dawn to the stillness of midnight, sustained over countless years. Ameer is the man who, even after losing his home, his brothers, his family, and his loved ones, still greets the world each day with a smile so genuine that, without knowing his story, one might believe he had never known sorrow.
Ameer was a unique individual. Instead of seeking sympathy by showcasing his pain and sacrifices, he considered it an act of bravery to hide them behind a smile. He believed in hard work and relentless effort and would quietly go about his tasks without making a show of it. Once, Ameer and another colleague were talking about the same task but in entirely different ways. When I heard the other colleague first, it seemed as if he had accomplished an extraordinary feat, like extracting water from a stone. Then, when Ameer described the same task, he narrated it in just four sentences as if he were casually recounting the act of washing his hands after a meal.
Out of curiosity, I asked Ameer about the stark difference in their accounts. His response, in my opinion, perfectly encapsulated his character. He said: “Often, when people do something, they exaggerate its difficulty because they want to convey how special and important they have become by accomplishing such a challenging task. They want to highlight that what they achieved is no ordinary feat, and not everyone could pull it off. I, on the other hand, try to present the truth. In fact, perhaps we are inefficient and have to work harder than necessary. If a more capable person had undertaken this task, they might have done it with even greater ease. That’s why I portray the task as simpler, so every Baloch can feel that no hero or extraordinary talent is required to accomplish it—it’s something anyone can do with ease. I don’t want people to fear the task, thinking it’s too difficult to attempt. Instead of telling people about the hunger and thirst we face in the mountains, I share stories about the times we cooked sajji there, or when we enjoyed pure lassi, butter, and ghee from the locals, things we seldom get to experience in the cities.”
Ameer believed in being the strong foundation of a movement rather than standing out as a visible monument or tower. In a movement where self-promotion, the desire for leadership, dominance, and a thirst for heroism are prevalent, having such a mindset from the very beginning reflects who Ameer truly was.
Ameer’s friends say that as long as he was alive, he would leave for work at dawn and only return in time for dinner. No one ever saw him eat lunch with others. All he carried with him was a packet of snacks and a bottle of water. His friends would often tease him by calling him “Nimko” (snack). Most of the time, they didn’t even know what he was working on. But after his martyrdom, they realised that this one man had been carrying the weight of the sky on his shoulders. When he was gone, the group fell apart so much that it took them a long time to even understand how he had managed to handle so much. Slowly and gradually, others began to take over the responsibilities he left behind.
I could narrate thousands of small and big incidents, but I would still fail to fully explain who Ameer was. All I can say is that Ameer was the perfect blend of lofty ideals and relentless action, embodied in the form of a human being.
Sometimes, I think about certain comrades in an organisation whose honesty, sense of responsibility, sincerity, and sacrifices make the organisation indebted to them and their ideals. On the other hand, some become a burden on the organisation, failing to fulfil their duties and instead becoming indebted to it. Ameer was one of those rare individuals who left the organisation indebted to him. If one evaluates Ameer’s contributions, efforts, and sacrifices with justice in the context of the ongoing struggle for national freedom, he emerges as a truly exemplary and unique figure.
Till today, in the Baloch nation, especially among youngsters, Ameer is an ideal. Selflessness, simplicity, humility, and free from vanity, cheap fame, laziness, pride, stubbornness, greed and fear, he was a living embodiment of a “Darvesh” a humble yet noble personality.
Nowadays, many claimants try to exaggerate their small stature into a towering presence through boastful words, fiery arguments, and ostentatious displays. Yet, when trials and tribulations arise on this thorny path, their claims crumble like sandcastles. From the very beginning, it was Ameer who bore these storms on his chest.
The way Ameer lived, an ordinary death would have been an insult to such a legendary life. How could such an extraordinary story have a mundane ending? And so, his death was also infused with heroic poetry. He joined the ranks of those rare and extraordinary figures in history who defy time, live life on their terms, and even choose their death with their own hands. On April 7, 2014, after hours of fierce resistance against the enemy, Ameer-ul-Mulk found himself without ammunition. As the battle quieted around him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a single bullet, a bullet he had carried for years. One of his comrades had once asked why he kept it, and with his signature smile, Ameer replied, “It’s for me.” At the time, no one understood the depth of his words.
Now, standing amid the final moments of his struggle, he loaded that solitary bullet into his gun. He lifted his eyes to the heavens, as though drawing strength from the stars, before lowering the barrel beneath his chin. A serene smile graced his face, his finger steady on the trigger. With one final breath, he pressed down, and the crack of the gunshot echoed across the battlefield. As his body fell to the earth, it gave rise to something far greater: the philosophy of the last bullet—a testament to unwavering resolve, defiance against defeat, and the ultimate act of choosing one’s destiny. In that moment, Ameer became more than a man; he became an eternal symbol of courage, sacrifice, and unyielding freedom.
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