“He is gone… but my other sons will now live for Pakistan!”
These were the brave, tear-soaked words of a mother whose two sons—Usman and Jabir—were among nine innocent Punjabis brutally gunned down in Balochistan’s Loralai district.
What unfolded was not just another attack. It was a massacre that tore apart families and stained the soul of a grieving nation.
From the small town of Dunyapur, Usman and Jabir were laid to rest together. Two coffins, two brothers, and a sky heavy with sorrow. Thousands came to say goodbye. Yet in the silence of mourning, their mother stood tall. Her voice didn’t shake as she recited verses of love for the homeland, declaring with dignity, “My sons embraced martyrdom for their country—I am proud of them.”
In Faisalabad, Sheikh Majid was a simple cloth merchant. He had spent years in Loralai trying to build a future. His brother, Asif Ali, said Majid had no enemies, no disputes—just dreams. Now his widow, elderly mother, and siblings mourn him in a house filled with heartbreak.
Bilawal from Gujrat was only 23. He had just returned from Dubai to spend time with his loved ones. His last trip—to meet friends in Quetta—ended in a blood-soaked farewell. His father, eyes brimming with tears and heart boiling with pain, spoke with strength:
“They took one son. But the rest will now live—and die—for Pakistan.”
In Lahore, Junaid and his wife were returning from her family’s home. Their journey ended in terror. Junaid was killed, his wife wounded. Their little daughter is now fatherless, left to grow up with a hole in her heart no words can fill.
The family weeps and asks, “Are our highways now no-go zones? Is justice only a dream?”
These were not the first victims.
In April 2024, nine men from Mandi Bahauddin and Gujranwala were also dragged from buses and executed in Balochistan’s Nushki district. The pattern is horrifying. The pain—repeating.
Loralai is just the latest scene in a bloody series of attacks targeting Punjabis in Balochistan. Each killing leaves behind shattered families, buried dreams, and questions that the state has yet to answer.
The families of the martyrs—and the entire nation—are crying out:
Bring the killers to justice.
Don’t let another mother bury her child.
Don’t let another daughter grow up without her father.
Let this not become the new normal.
Until justice is done, every door in Punjab will carry the weight of martyrdom. And every household will echo with the silent screams of the innocent.
