Mehlaben Draahi | Afsheen Baloch | Muneer Momen | Ien Joseph

This song is dedicated to Baloch Nation suffering from oppression across borders. Here is a rough translation for those who don't understand Balochi "A Promise of Meeting, Filled with Fragrance The era was scarred and wounded, yet hope stood as its guardian. Pain was awake, while desires slept. The winds were trapped in these streets and alleys, And wherever the birds went, prisons awaited them. The heart of time longed for a bright eye, While the moon and stars hid behind closed windows. Loneliness spread like the night, And even the voices of friends were imprisoned in the lashes of our eyes. War was a promise of meeting, filled with the fragrance of a beautiful woman. Like my beloved’s hair, the sword hovered above me. The mirror of time shattered in the desert, Eyes longed for a face, and the heart yearned for a dream. With peace, dreams, and truth, We continued our journey to meet our beloved. We kept ourselves safe from all evil, So that my homeland’s testimony would remain strong. We were not afraid of today’s obscurity nor yesterday’s death"