Haris Khalique on Karachi
I was raised in Karachi
When young I always asked my mother:
“Why can’t we give names to numbers and numbers to names?”
It took her twenty-five years to come up with a reply.
“Son, we name the streets and count the people.”
Three Unknown Men Killed on M.A.Jinnah Road
read the morning’s newspaper.
Relief
Every evening the bus is so full
It feels squeamish
And starts throwing up
When the terminus comes.
People with the nauseating smell
Of undigested food
Are spread over the pavement.
More please!
How many more we will kill before we learn the damn thing we drive is a “deadly weapon”.
How many of us actually drive safely and give way to the pedestrians.?
How many of us bikers actually follow traffic rules made for “us” not aliens from mars.?
How many of us actually makes no difference b/w our boss and a cleaner?
How many of us actually wanna do something then let the other blame for it?
Haris you mom is a wise lady, she waited 25 years to answer accurately then giving a wrong guidance.
Why we all think that “trouble” remains with others and its not us. God bless us all from all the evils He has created from things from others and from within ourselves.
I wish we could come with a practical plan then simply moan and swear on those. let us do some “root cause analysis” of the things.
“Son, we name the streets and count the people.” Wow.
Wah Wah!!
you people must also read taufiq rafat’s poems on karachi.
rafat was, perhaps, the best poet in english that south asia produced.
wow!! the first one was… touching
Interesting! Especially the first one.
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