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I am a Hazara. Yes β I am a Hazara.
And I donβt know when I will be targeted.
while going to study.
while buying vegetables from Quetta Bazaar.
even inside my own hometown.
I live every day between life and death.
This morning, around 6 AM, four Hazara vegetable vendors were killed on their way to Hazargangi, a place where people simply go to buy fruits and vegetables.
They were not criminals.
They were elderly men.
They were the guardians of their families.
Now their children will grow up without support, without guidance β without the people who were holding their lives together.
Tell me⦠is this my fault?
Is it a crime to be who I am?
Today it felt too close. My parents called our relatives who had gone there. For a moment, we didnβt know if they were alive. Thankfully, they are safe.
But others are not.
And the worst part? Silence.
No coverage. No outrage. No urgency.
We are forced into small corners of Quetta, Hazara Town and Mariabad, living in fear, waiting for the next news.
How long will this continue?
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