Every few weeks & months, I re-visit this blog when my city bleeds at the hands of senseless violence. It is Muharram. And not just Karachi but my whole country bleeds. And I have just one single prayer right now – PEACE!
I love Karachi. Period!
I was born here. This, to me, is home. This is where I belong.
Karachi is where the heart is.
To someone visiting Karachi for the first time, it would seem like a gigantic, unruly, chaotic, overgrown, terribly overpopulated metropolis with anger and impatience in it’s people’s traffic sense and a visible cloud of pollution over it when you land at Jinnah International. The pollution chokes you, literally, in certain areas. The load-shedding and electrical breakdowns are legendary. The compartmentalization and social disparity in Karachi is horrendous………we divide people into burgers and bun kababs, for God’s sake! We talk of people in terms of this side of the bridge and that side. People here are so busy and their lives are (no jokes ) so fast-paced that you gotta take appointments even to say hello! It’s a combination of a myriad of ghettos. And the ghettos are very guarded!! It…
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