KARACHI.......... I AM MISSING YOU

Karachi… my city of lights….my city of life

Where mornings begin at 10 am and nights are brighter than days. Where traffic noise can never let u sleep and no roads are find without a jam. Where beaches are packed with people in every hour of the day. Where food streets and restaurants are bulging even after the mid night, where malls and bazaars are always crowded as if there is Chand Raat. Where customers are not willing to leave the shop unless the shop keeper is about to kick them, where boys play cricket on the roads, where people are always complaining about the load shedding and where newspapers and news channels are loaded with the inflation updates.

Life in this city has its own charm, containing so much of qualities Karachi and Karachiites are surely different from every other city and citizens in this world. If a person has spent few years in this part of the world he can never love any place more than this vicinity.

With the ups and downs of life, something strange happened in past few days. The wind which was always smiling, is mourning. Something has changed. But what?

I went out of my home, everything was bizarre. I didn’t find my city illuminating; I found it haunted by darkness. I didn’t witness any traffic jam, I saw every road cleared. I didn’t heard any shouting horn, I felt cries and firing in the air. I didn’t find the busy restaurants and bazaars, I saw troops of rangers, I saw blood. What all I witness in the city was terror, pain, tears and anguish.

Lot of feelings attacked me at the same time, I came back home, I was astonished, worried, horrified and grieved. I did not understand where I have been, where I am, is this same city I lived in or have I come to a mysterious locale? How can it be my metropolis?

 My city is the city of lights, not of darkness. My city is the city of life, not of corpses, my people thank God for their fix load shedding time, not for escaping from bullets, my city is where peace means happiness, not the interval between two killings, and my city has got a rush at food streets not at the coffin shop.

This is the city of brutality, killings, sectarianism, racism, politics, violence, animals and vampires.

This is not my city God, this is not my Karachi.

Dear God,

I am missing my Karachi a lot. Please return my city to me with its all charms, with its jammed roads, with its zealous people, with its twinkling lights and with its colorful life.