Tale of a city

 It’s a tale of a city, in which people were lived with peace, love and harmony whose first preference was brotherhood and human rights. It was a city of multi-talent and multi-culture. People use to live together without any color, race, culture, and language discrimination but gradually the circumstances started changing. Misfortune hit the sonic city; anger, aggression and terror embrace the city into its dark shadow. As a result city of lights become city of dark. Yes, I am talking about Karachi.

Karachi is the heart and economical hub of Pakistan. It’s the biggest city of our country; the thing that differentiates it from other cities is its night life. Karachi is considered as a city that never sleeps. I remember, there was time when people remains out late night without any fear, group of friends use to hang out till 4 at night; shops usually remained open till late night where else other cities of Pakistan usually shut down early, till 10 pm. People usually say Karachiite can’t live anywhere else except Karachi or he/she can survive in a city faster than Karachi which is actually true.

When I was born in 90s, the city was not in such miserable condition as its now. Being a kid I use to visit different fun lands, water parks, picnic areas and sea view. My parents never refuse me. They fulfill all my wishes because at that time the city was in peace but now things have changed parents think thrice before stepping out from the house.

Now days, Karachi is roaring with sound of gun fires, gunshots, bomb blast, more or less everyone have a gun. The common reason to have a gun is “it’s for our security” which is fine because it’s the need of time but “Is a resident of Karachi is allowed to have a hand bomb for its safety?”If the reason is same for security purposes then the question arises in mind is “who is providing arms to citizen” or it can be say that there is a market of weapons in Karachi, people go and buy arms according to their own choices or may be other reason is that having a hand bomb is in fashion. Karachi is full of arms which is not registered even the private pistols are not registered but no one is here to check.

Karachi bleeds again; Karachi is burning again these are the phrases, now days we are listening from every mouth. In every news bulletin the newscaster tells “How many people have been killed till now?” Target killing is increasing day by day. As its name defines, target means “an objective”, killing means “to kill” together target killing means “set an objective and kills it”. Here the objective is a particular ethnicity. At the time of partition, People from different ethnicity took part in the war of independence. They were unconcerned with the idea of language, race or sect. Everyone was fighting for one reason that was Pakistan. The Urdu speaking people come to Pakistan leaving their wealth and inheritance of fore-father behind in India. In hope of a new united nation in other words they came to Pakistan to live in Quaid’s dream but now everyone has forgotten it. The people who are killing Pathans or people who wants Pathans to leave Karachi should think rationally that if Pathans  left Karachi then who will do labor? Pathans  are laborious in nature. They can carry weight ten times heavier to the weight that a normal Urdu speaking can carry. Moreover they can work in such a high temperature that a normal Urdu speaking person can dream. From a person who washes cars in the morning to the person who wakes for you at night so that you can sleep peacefully (guards) or a person that carries your garbage daily to the person who serves you tea in a dhabba (small hotel) They all are Pathans because Pathans  are much hardworking in nature as compare to Urdu speakers.

Hence, God has made everyone to help others. We are connected with each other. This is a chain in which we all are connected like beads. Together we can make a beautiful strong necklace but alone we are nothing. In other words, together we are a punch that can hit anyone but alone we are fingers that can’t do anything.