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Rubab BaigEurasia Review |
The story always begins the same way, an anguished family, a vanished relative, and a shadowy state accused of silencing

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Smoke still rises from the ashes of a war many refuse to remember, but others quietly continue to wage. In

In the shifting sands of geopolitics, where alliances are often as fragile as glass and trust as rare as diamonds,

Haiz Abad’s night was marred by neither weather or a storm, but by the cold, calculated sound of violence that
