Balochistan of about two hundred years ago. And Kohlu is a purely tribal area within the mountains of Balochistan.

The interesting thing is that the year is also 1825. That is, two hundred years ago from today.

A child is born in a house in Kohlu. He is named "Lal Han". He grows up and becomes a shepherd.

It is the month of monsoon (as it is today)... This shepherd is out of his territory with his sheep. A torrential rain begins. He sees a house in the middle of the mountains. He goes to that house to take shelter. The men of the house are not there. According to the customs of that time, the woman of the house becomes the host. She is a newlywed bride. The woman tries to save her tent from the storm. The strong winds blow away her dupatta. She is trying to save her belongings. Lightning flashes. In a thousandth of a second, Lal Han's eyes fall on the woman whose hair is open and the storm has blown away her dupatta, but she is trying to save her nest, unaware of the world. In that thousandth of a second, Lal Han's life changes and he becomes "Mast Tawakoli" and "Samo Beli". That woman was none other than "Samo".

But no one's "jealousy" awakens to go and kill that shepherd.

Rather, he is called "Hazrat Mast Tawakoli". After his death, people attend his grave with great respect and reverence and his grave becomes the reference point of creation. No one knows what the real meaning of the name "Samu" is, but even today, thousands of women in Baloch society are named "Sami".

It is fourteen hundred years ago. A woman does business in Mecca. She is independent. She gives her goods to a young man and sends him to Syria. She is impressed by his honesty. She takes the initiative. She sends a gift through her slave. Yes, fourteen hundred years ago, a woman is sending a gift. Both of them get married. That woman is Umm al-Mu'minin Hazrat Khadija (may Allah be pleased with her) and the young man is Hazrat Muhammad (peace be upon him).

Here, hundreds of men and women are killed every year in the name of "honor".

These people take the concept of this "so-called honor" either from tribal customs or from religion.

Both these incidents negate this idea.

Fast forward. It is the advanced era of 2025. The era of social media. A video circulates on social media. The time and place of the video are unknown.

A group of so-called honorable people. A "Samo" is brought. He has the Quran in his hand. A wretch takes the Quran from their hands. She is not afraid. She is not afraid. She is not begging. She says one sentence. She makes an explosion

"Bira Sum Na Jaati-Numme"

(You are only allowed to shoot)

This is not a sentence. It is a philosophy, a declaration, a rebellion. She is not asking for permission, she is giving permission. She is issuing an order. She is pronouncing a verdict. She is declaring that I am not anyone's property. No one's pet. A living human being. I have the right to live life on my own terms and the right to die on my own terms.

She walks seven steps forward. And then she is free.

A sentence echoes in the air with the crackle of bullets

"Bira sum na jaazit nume"

This one sentence is enough to shatter the walls of this so-called honor. Poetry should be written on it, stories should be written, books should be arranged, films and plays should be made.

Bira sum na jaazit nume