Posts Tagged 'Baldia Town'

Shehnaz Zaheer, Baldia Town, Karachi

It isn’t atonement he seeks. It is simply financial help for him and his family. It takes me some time to realize this. “Sometimes you speak to the media, and a generous soul can read about our plight.” He tells

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Shehnaz Zaheer, Baldia Town, Karachi

It isn’t atonement he seeks. It is simply financial help for him and his family. It takes me some time to realize this. “Sometimes you speak to the media, and a generous soul can read about our plight.” He tells

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Mohammed Zaheer, Baldia Town, Karachi

Farhan Zaheer began working at the garment factory at the age of eight. His father, Mohammad Zaheer, confesses this to me, his face torn by shame as his eyes suffer the sight of my shocked reaction. Farhan was paid Rs

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Mohammed Zaheer, Baldia Town, Karachi

Farhan Zaheer began working at the garment factory at the age of eight. His father, Mohammad Zaheer, confesses this to me, his face torn by shame as his eyes suffer the sight of my shocked reaction. Farhan was paid Rs

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Begum Islam

‘The DNA test we gave…’, he asks hesitating between words, ‘When do you think the results will come back?’ Shamsul Islam, poor day laborer living in the heart of the infamous Machar Colony – a squalid, makeshift slum on the

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Begum Islam

‘The DNA test we gave…’, he asks hesitating between words, ‘When do you think the results will come back?’ Shamsul Islam, poor day laborer living in the heart of the infamous Machar Colony – a squalid, makeshift slum on the

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Shamsul Islam

‘The DNA test we gave…’, he asks hesitating between words, ‘When do you think the results will come back?’ Shamsul Islam, is a day laborer living in the heart of the infamous Machar Colony – a squalid, makeshift slum on

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Shamsul Islam

‘The DNA test we gave…’, he asks hesitating between words, ‘When do you think the results will come back?’ Shamsul Islam, is a day laborer living in the heart of the infamous Machar Colony – a squalid, makeshift slum on

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Young, Iris Marion ‘Responsibility For Justice’

Oxford University Press, Feb 3, 2011 – 224 pages There are many books on structural violence and injustice that inform and guide this project. Iris Marion Young’s work is a crucial part of my explorations of this issue, and my

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Young, Iris Marion ‘Responsibility For Justice’

Oxford University Press, Feb 3, 2011 – 224 pages There are many books on structural violence and injustice that inform and guide this project. Iris Marion Young’s work is a crucial part of my explorations of this issue, and my

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Nasreen Imran, Baldia Town, Karachi

The moment the paternal grandmother refused to acknowledge or bless the grandchildren, Nasreen knew that the life she once knew, and the home she had once considered as her own, was no more. Standing in the foyer of her husband’s

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Nasreen Imran, Baldia Town, Karachi

The moment the paternal grandmother refused to acknowledge or bless the grandchildren, Nasreen knew that the life she once knew, and the home she had once considered as her own, was no more. Standing in the foyer of her husband’s

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Nasreen Khan, Baldia Town, Karachi

She sees him in her dreams. He is young, but older than the age at which he died. He comes towards her, and asks after her, inquiring about her health, about his sisters and whether they liked the clothes he

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Nasreen Khan, Baldia Town, Karachi

She sees him in her dreams. He is young, but older than the age at which he died. He comes towards her, and asks after her, inquiring about her health, about his sisters and whether they liked the clothes he

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Abdul Aziz Khan, Baldia Town, Karachi

Abdul Aziz Khan bequeathed poverty – and its daily rituals of survival, to his son Atta-Ullah Nabil. His dismissal from his job five years earlier because of his failing health, robbed Nabil of his childhood. Abdul Aziz Khan had succumbed

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Abdul Aziz Khan, Baldia Town, Karachi

Abdul Aziz Khan bequeathed poverty – and its daily rituals of survival, to his son Atta-Ullah Nabil. His dismissal from his job five years earlier because of his failing health, robbed Nabil of his childhood. Abdul Aziz Khan had succumbed

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The Peace That We Seek: Abdul Mateen

“It is difficult to explain, but you have to understand that all that we seek now is the peace that comes from seeing our child’s body and honouring him with a proper burial.” Abdul Mateen looks at his wife as

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The Peace That We Seek: Abdul Mateen

“It is difficult to explain, but you have to understand that all that we seek now is the peace that comes from seeing our child’s body and honouring him with a proper burial.” Abdul Mateen looks at his wife as

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The Peace That We Seek: Abida Mateen

“It is difficult to explain, but you have to understand that all that we seek now is the peace that comes from seeing our child’s body and honouring him with a proper burial.” Abdul Mateen looks at his wife as

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The Peace That We Seek: Abida Mateen

“It is difficult to explain, but you have to understand that all that we seek now is the peace that comes from seeing our child’s body and honouring him with a proper burial.” Abdul Mateen looks at his wife as

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A House Of Cards: Abdul Ghaffar Junaid

“We came with nothing.” He said in response to my question about why they had moved to Karachi. “There was no work, no way to make a living in Shahdadpur.” Each year thousands make a one-way journey from rural Sind

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A House Of Cards: Abdul Ghaffar Junaid

“We came with nothing.” He said in response to my question about why they had moved to Karachi. “There was no work, no way to make a living in Shahdadpur.” Each year thousands make a one-way journey from rural Sind

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A House Of Cards: Mobina Junaid

“We came with nothing.” He said in response to my question about why they had moved to Karachi. “There was no work, no way to make a living in Shahdadpur.” Each year thousands make a one-way journey from rural Sind

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A House Of Cards: Mobina Junaid

“We came with nothing.” He said in response to my question about why they had moved to Karachi. “There was no work, no way to make a living in Shahdadpur.” Each year thousands make a one-way journey from rural Sind

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Hussein Ahmed, Baldia Town, Karachi

He says very little. In contrast to the anger-tinged testimony of his wife when she spoke about their son Sirjeel’s death, and the incompetence of the rescue services that may have led to it, Hussein Ahmed neither revealed any emotions,

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Hussein Ahmed, Baldia Town, Karachi

He says very little. In contrast to the anger-tinged testimony of his wife when she spoke about their son Sirjeel’s death, and the incompetence of the rescue services that may have led to it, Hussein Ahmed neither revealed any emotions,

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Mohammed Siddeeq, Baldia Town, Karachi

There are the facts of the night that he died; the greedy flames, the chaotic crowds, the confused and haphazard rescue operation, the desperate attempt to break the walls of the factory, the pleas and screams of those trapped inside,

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Mohammed Siddeeq, Baldia Town, Karachi

There are the facts of the night that he died; the greedy flames, the chaotic crowds, the confused and haphazard rescue operation, the desperate attempt to break the walls of the factory, the pleas and screams of those trapped inside,

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Sharifa Siddeeq, Baldia Town, Karachi

“How did you find his body?” The question hangs in the air. Neither Mohammad Siddeeq or Sharifa answer but simply exchange glances. Outside, I hear the noise of the neighborhood: vegetable sellers, playing children, gossiping neighbors, passing trucks, bleating goats,

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Sharifa Siddeeq, Baldia Town, Karachi

“How did you find his body?” The question hangs in the air. Neither Mohammad Siddeeq or Sharifa answer but simply exchange glances. Outside, I hear the noise of the neighborhood: vegetable sellers, playing children, gossiping neighbors, passing trucks, bleating goats,

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Ghulam Nabi, Baldia Town, Karachi

What does it means to be a father – to be a caregiver, a worrier, a provider, a protector, a friend, and a sanctuary to a child? This was the question confronting Ghulam Nabi almost every day since the death

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Ghulam Nabi, Baldia Town, Karachi

What does it means to be a father – to be a caregiver, a worrier, a provider, a protector, a friend, and a sanctuary to a child? This was the question confronting Ghulam Nabi almost every day since the death

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Kanees Fatima, Baldia Town, Karachi

It was the promise of Rs. 6500 ($60), his monthly salary, that took him to the factory that day. It was the pride of the Rs. 500 ($5) raise that he had earned. It was the house bills, his sibling’s

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Kanees Fatima, Baldia Town, Karachi

It was the promise of Rs. 6500 ($60), his monthly salary, that took him to the factory that day. It was the pride of the Rs. 500 ($5) raise that he had earned. It was the house bills, his sibling’s

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Khurram Javed, Baldia Town, Karachi

Khurram had been busy since his brother’s death helping other families search for bodies, complete financial compensation paper work, deal with the police, the hospital and morgue formalities and prepare submissions for DNA testing to help identify bodies. Unlike his

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Khurram Javed, Baldia Town, Karachi

Khurram had been busy since his brother’s death helping other families search for bodies, complete financial compensation paper work, deal with the police, the hospital and morgue formalities and prepare submissions for DNA testing to help identify bodies. Unlike his

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Kausar Parveen Ahmed, Baldia Town, Karachi

People in the hundreds gathered outside the burning factory, all desperately trying to figure out how to save those trapped inside. Some are scuffling with the emergency services personnel, other with the police constabulary who are trying to gain control

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Kausar Parveen Ahmed, Baldia Town, Karachi

People in the hundreds gathered outside the burning factory, all desperately trying to figure out how to save those trapped inside. Some are scuffling with the emergency services personnel, other with the police constabulary who are trying to gain control

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Rosina Rehmat Ali, Baldia Town, Karachi

There is a sudden, unexpected turn in the conversation. I hear her voice quiver, and I see her entire body shake. Was it from fear, or from anger? During our conversation she had shown both; the fear that comes from

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Rosina Rehmat Ali, Baldia Town, Karachi

There is a sudden, unexpected turn in the conversation. I hear her voice quiver, and I see her entire body shake. Was it from fear, or from anger? During our conversation she had shown both; the fear that comes from

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An Escape From Darkness

The streets dance with life and all its accompanying consequences. I step over carpets of litter, jump past pools of sewage as small children play pick-up games of cricket and football all around me. The narrow alleys leave little room

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An Escape From Darkness

The streets dance with life and all its accompanying consequences. I step over carpets of litter, jump past pools of sewage as small children play pick-up games of cricket and football all around me. The narrow alleys leave little room

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Rehana Ali, Baldia Town, Karachi

“Where are the bodies?” The words are thrust out of her throat with great effort, and between deep, heaving breaths. Her children’s bodies were never recovered from the site of the accident, nor found at the hospital or the morgue.

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Rehana Ali, Baldia Town, Karachi

“Where are the bodies?” The words are thrust out of her throat with great effort, and between deep, heaving breaths. Her children’s bodies were never recovered from the site of the accident, nor found at the hospital or the morgue.

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Syed Azmat Ali, Baldia Town, Karachi

As we approach the building, the men accompanying me lower their voices. There is a small crowd standing in the alleyway. They stare at us as we push past, but no one says anything. They know why we have come.

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Syed Azmat Ali, Baldia Town, Karachi

As we approach the building, the men accompanying me lower their voices. There is a small crowd standing in the alleyway. They stare at us as we push past, but no one says anything. They know why we have come.

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Mohammad Mehrab, Baldia Town, Karachi

“I need to tell you more about my mother.” Mehrab’s voice sounds irritated. “She isn’t just this corpse you have come to ask about.” I feel the sting of his reprimand. We are walking through the streets of the neighborhood

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Mohammad Mehrab, Baldia Town, Karachi

“I need to tell you more about my mother.” Mehrab’s voice sounds irritated. “She isn’t just this corpse you have come to ask about.” I feel the sting of his reprimand. We are walking through the streets of the neighborhood

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Rashida Bibi, Baldia Town, Karachi

The photograph Rashida Bibi hands me is faded, scratched and frayed. Light leaks streak across a scene that shows four people – Rahima Bibi, her husband Mohammad Nasser, her son Mehrab and her mother Rashida, sitting together, smiling and laughing

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Rashida Bibi, Baldia Town, Karachi

The photograph Rashida Bibi hands me is faded, scratched and frayed. Light leaks streak across a scene that shows four people – Rahima Bibi, her husband Mohammad Nasser, her son Mehrab and her mother Rashida, sitting together, smiling and laughing

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An Inevitable Short Sightedness

What was perhaps most surprising was the short-sightedness of the community and official response to the Baldia Factory fire accident. Certainly monies were immediately made available for the survivors of the affected families, but it was the nature of this

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An Inevitable Short Sightedness

What was perhaps most surprising was the short-sightedness of the community and official response to the Baldia Factory fire accident. Certainly monies were immediately made available for the survivors of the affected families, but it was the nature of this

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