Turbat (Urdu: تُربت), is a city located in southern Balochistan, a province of Pakistan. The town is the administrative centre oif Kech District and Turbat Tehsil, the town itself contains one Union council.
The town is located in southern Balochistan province in Pakistan. It is situated on the left bank of the Kech River, which is a tributary to the Dasht River. The Makran Range to the north and east descends to coastal plains in the south. The town is a marketplace for dates grown in the surrounding region and has a date-processing factory. Jowar (sorghum), barley, wheat, and rice are also grown, and livestock are raised.
Koh-e-Murad (Persian: كوه مراد) is a shrine located in Turbat. This is a sacred place for Zikris where they believe that Muhammad Jaunpuri, who they view as the Mahdi, meditated and offered prayers for a long time.
The followers of Zikri sect gather here annually on the night of 27th Ramadan for a ritual visit (Arabic: زيارة, Urdu/Persian Persian: زيارت) to this shrine. and also turbat have multilanguial singers. The town has a special place in Baloch folklore and literature, it is the home of Punnu, hero of the romance of Sassi Punnun. The remains of Punnu's fort can still be seen at Turbat. Atta Shad who is considered as one of the greatest poets of Balochi literature was also born in Singanisar, a town in Turbat city. He not only versatile in Balochi poetry but he was also greatly appreciated for his contribution in Urdu poetry. He was unique in his diction and style. He is credited to have written four books that include two Balochi books Rochgir and Shap sahar indem, and two Urdu books Singaab and Barfag. He died on 13 February 1998 in Quetta, the capital of Balochistan province.
Kech (Balochi: کیچ) or Turbat district is a district in Balochistan province of Pakistan.
The district of Kech is administratively subdivided into the following tehsils:
The population of Kech District was estimated to be over 1,820,000 in 2012. The population has always been mostly rural.
Coordinates: 26°00′N 63°00′E / 26.000°N 63.000°E / 26.000; 63.000
How have you been, nice to see you again
How quickly these conversations seem to end
You meet a friend, every now and then
How quickly these relations turn into trends
Put all your walls up and open your windows
And close all your doors
You catch yourself standing in front of the mirror
And now you need more
What do you wish for
To catch you as you're falling
So easy to ignore
But now you hear it calling again
I wouldn't want to be you
This lonely game that you play
Between your walls you confuse
Every heart that you break
So afraid that you'll lose
Always a void to replace
I wouldn't want to play you
You try and pretend, the truth is hard to bend
How easy these translations can be read
What if you were led to play a different game instead
How hard these frustrations are to mend
Does it matter to you?